Chapter Sixteen

Six weeks later.

Stormy

I had butterflies. A beautiful kaleidoscope of color swirled inside me. I pressed a hand to my belly and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The simple, but short, white wedding dress draped my body to mid-thigh. An asymmetrical see-through chiffon layer fluttered around my legs to below my knees.

The door of Blade’s room popped open. “Your officiant is well on his way to being drunk,” McKelle said.

“No one will notice,” Jazzy said. “Everyone, including the groom, is throwing back shots.”

Bristol held up a bottle of cinnamon schnapps. “Our turn.”

Pippa dusted my cheeks with blush. “I didn’t know your dad could perform weddings,” she said to Levi.

Levi sat in a chair with her legs spread to give room for her belly the size of a beach ball. She’d gotten huge over the last few weeks, and she looked absolutely miserable. “Don’t expect traditions other than saying the marriage is official, and then he’ll tell Bullet he can have his filthy way with you.”

My tummy tumbled, thinking of all the indecent things he’d been doing to me up until two days ago. The mental image of his dick was a thirst trap for my pussy. I adjusted on the chair to tame the wild flutter between my legs.

Hana laughed.

“I haven’t had sex in two days.” Technically thirty-nine hours and about…ten minutes, but who was counting? Me. I was counting.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Levi said. “Waiting for after the wedding to make it special.”

That wasn’t exactly the reason.

Jazzy poured shots, tossed one back, then handed one to me. “I don’t ever plan to get married, but I’d fuck Rogue on the altar.”

Levi snorted. “It’s too uncomfortable. The wood hurt my back, and it’s slippery.”

We all turned to the sweetly innocent girl.

“I told you she’s a freak in the sheets,” Jazzy said.

McKelle wagged her brows. “She’d have to be to keep her pretty boy happy.”

A knock sounded on the door. “Stormy?” Steele called.

Hana opened the door. “Girls only.”

“I need a little help with Lili.”

“I’ll be right back.” I slipped out of the room with Steele .

“Small confession. Lili is fine. Bullet needs to talk to you. He’s been cockblocked by your bridal party.”

I slipped into my room. Before I had the door closed, Bullet was on me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Your friends are keeping me away from you.” He braced a hand on the door, the other skimmed along my ribs and onto my hip. “I haven’t seen you since coffee this morning. Too fucking long.” He kissed along my neck, sucking and nipping my skin.

“You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding.” I rolled my hips into him, desperate for the friction.

“Two fucking days, brown eyes. You’re killing me.” He clutched the sheer fabric of my dress and slowly hiked it higher. “I need inside you.”

I smiled as I ran my palm over the hard column of his cock. “We’re getting married in less than an hour.”

“Can’t wait.” He tugged on the elastic edge of my panties.

I shimmied my hips until they slipped down my legs. “Don’t mess up my hair and makeup.” I worked open the closure of his black trousers. I never expected him to wear a tux, but the fitted dockers hugged his hips and molded to his thighs.

Bullet lifted me and pressed me against the door. “This is going to be hard and fast.” And he was there, notched at my entrance, breaching my body, stretching me open, and sliding his cock deep into my drenched passage .

A low growl from him blended with a sated sigh from me.

“I want my cum soaking your thighs as you promise to be mine.” He slammed into me again and again. I clung to his shoulders, my core tightening against him, gloving his cock, sucking him deeper. The wet sound of our bodies coming together filled the room.

This man. Catnip. The biker from my dreams, my protector, my lover. He was going to be my husband. We had forever to feel this way.

“Oh god.” His cock piercing rubbed against the magic trigger deep inside me. My orgasm flared, a white-hot release searing through every part of me. My head slammed against the door. Bullet fucked me harder. He gripped my hips, and I locked my legs around him.

With a roar, he erupted. Hot jets of cum bathed my channel. The slick slide of his cock into me, the feel of his breath against my neck, and the firm grip of his strong hands on me created a maelstrom of emotions surging through me. Tears filled my eyes.

“Damn it,” I cursed. I didn’t want to cry on my wedding day.

He froze with his cock still buried within me. “Fuck. Did I hurt you?”

I burst into sobs.

Bullet ripped from my body, spun around, set me on the bed, and held me. “Jesus. I’m sorry. Fuck, brown eyes, I hurt you.”

I threw my arms around his shoulders and clung to him. I gulped as more tears spilled onto my cheek. We hadn’t had sex for two days because I’d had my IUD removed. We’d been cautious even though there hadn’t been any restrictions on resuming normal sexual practices.

But there was nothing normal about the way Bullet fucked me. He fucked me like he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t hold me tight enough. He kissed me filthy and ravaged me completely. I could feel him everywhere.

“You didn’t hurt me. You fit me perfectly.” I grazed my fingers along his goatee. The bruises had faded, and his body had healed. Tomorrow, we’d start our forever in the little house. “Are we crazy?” Technically, I could get pregnant.

“Probably.”

I caught my reflection in the mirror. “Bullet, what have you done?” I scrambled off the bed. Mascara smudged my eyes, my hair was a mess, and a bloom of color bruised my neck. “You gave me a hickey on our wedding day?”

He smiled, tucked his shirt into his trousers, and zipped up. “I did, to go with the honeymoon baby I’m going to put in your belly.”

“You are crazy.” I tugged on my panties and quickly kissed his lips. “And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I hurried out the door and rushed back to Blade’s room.

Laughter became stunned silence.

“Bullet needed to talk,” I said as an explanation on where I’d been.

“With his dick?” Jazzy asked .

I scrunched my nose and sniggered. “It’s how he communicates best.”

“You are a fucking Heller.” Hana raised her hands to get everyone’s attention. “And we have something for you. A bridal shower, wedding gift combination.”

“It’s more of a way to say you’re one of us.” McKelle poured more shots.

“Until now, I’d say you didn’t act like it.” Jazzy handed me an envelope. “But you’ve proved me wrong.”

“The wedding makeover is just the beginning,” Levi said.

“I need another shot,” I said and tossed back the cinnamon schnapps, choked on the burn, and opened the card.

The front showed a cartoon couple. A biker with a beard gripped ape handlebars on a Harley. The bride’s legs were in the air, the bouquet in her hand above her head, and she appeared as if she could tumble off the back of the bike.

I smiled. This could be me and Bullet.

Inside, there were several note cards made to look like coupons. The first was from Levi.

“This coupon will turn a shit shot into a sharpshooter.” I smiled at Levi.

“I have a gun for you, too.”

I crossed the room and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

The second note was from Hana. I read the card aloud. “A wild girl needs wild ink. ”

“A secret session,” Hana said. “Whatever you want. If you don’t want a tattoo, I’ll ink your name on Bullet.”

“You all are so sweet.” I gave her a hug.

The next card was from Jazzy. “You look like a beauty, and you’ll ride like a beast.” I lifted a questioning brow.

“I’ll teach you how to ride a motorcycle.”

Levi squirmed out of the chair and headed toward the bathroom. “Bullet will hate it, but it is good to know how to ride.”

“The last gift is from all of us.”

“Wait for me,” Levi hollered as she peed.

We all took another shot. Pippa fixed my hair and makeup. Nothing could be done about the sticky and damp state of my panties, the flush of color in my cheeks, or the rampant racing of my heart. The alcohol only seemed to heighten my anticipation.

Levi hurried back into the room. “Okay, ready.”

Hana handed me a large box wrapped in beautiful shimmering paper and tied with a white ribbon.

With the box on my lap, I lifted the lid. My fingers trembled as I ran them over the center of the leather cut. Property of Bullet.

I carefully lifted the leather cut from the box and clutched it to my chest.

My life wouldn’t just be with Bullet. I was getting these girls, my girls. The MC was family, and I was becoming part of it.

“If you cry again, there will be no fixing you. ”

I laughed through my tears. “I’m ready to get married.”

Bullet

Harleys packed the parking lot, and fire sparked in the oil drum. Ribs and chicken cooked in the smokers, and side dishes filled the tables. Inside the Heller Raiders MC, the party was buzzing.

Rogue placed another shot of whiskey in front of me. “For the guy who swore never to give up whores.”

Torch lifted his beer. “For trading pimping and prostitutes for marriage and monogamy.”

Kodiak smiled. “Here’s to never having my dick compared to his again.”

A round of cheers went up. These were my friends, my brothers. No fucking judgments that we were getting married too soon or that I’d fuck this up with Stormy.

Steele lifted his shot. “As someone recently released from the institution of marriage—”

“Fuck off.” Kodiak slugged Steele in the shoulder. “No shit relationship stories on the day Bullet throws on the chains.”

“I was just going to say that when you’re with the right woman, marriage is an institution, but the wrong woman will make it an asylum.”

Blade tossed back another shot. “If you need advice on communicating with women, talk to Torch. A good woman just needs discipline. ”

Dozer laughed. “Nah, that’s not discipline. He has to tie Gabi down to get her to listen.”

“At least she listens.” Rogue leaned back in his chair. “Jazzy’s a fucking natural disaster waiting to happen.”

Romeo toked on a joint. “I willingly hand my balls to Levi. I let her do the talking. I’d rather her ride my mouth.” He exhaled a stream of smoke and passed the joint. “She looks all sweet and innocent. But fuck that mouth of hers turns me inside out. I can’t get enough of it.”

Rogue slapped his hand onto my shoulder. “I’m happy for you. The guys and I were talking about something we could do for you and Stormy to celebrate. We thought we’d do a charity ride for the domestic violence center.”

I stared into the face of my best friend. We’d ridden together, fought together, joined the MC together, and we’d even fucked around with girls together, but this was more than our years of brotherhood. This was doing something for my girl. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Good.”

Bikers, old ladies, and friends of the MC filled the chapel. Tables and chairs had been pushed to the edges. Standing room only.

There was no organization to the chaos. Laughter and chatter echoed through the room, and Cruz still poured beer and mixed drinks behind the bar with Blue.

I hated that Blue and I had lost something between us. He blamed himself for Kiss relapsing and going back to the streets. And I blamed myself. Neither one of them should’ve been at Indulgence. I could’ve done more for her. For Blue, I should have.

Hana’s whistle pierced the air. “She’s ready.”

I’d fought Crawlers, cartel, mafia, and myself, but there was no fighting how I felt about Stormy. Hot and wild energy surged through me.

The room grew quiet. I didn’t know shit about classical music, but with the first notes, I recognized The Storm by Pyotr Tchaikovsky . A lump I couldn’t swallow lodged in my throat, and my gut churned with emotions because I knew what was coming and what Stormy and her little ballerina sidekick had been planning.

Lili stepped from the hall wearing a white tutu, tights, and leotard. Her hair was in a perfect ballerina bun. She smiled at me, then sprinkled rose petals of every color from the silk pouch on her wrist. The tossing of flowers was choreographed with her ballet moves as she created her own pathway to the center of the room.

Then she stood in front of Steele’s legs and stared across the room like the rest of us and waited for Stormy.

My heart pounded. The room faded until she was all I could see. Fuck, but she was beautiful. No one escorted her across the room. She wasn’t something someone could give away. She wasn’t wearing anything borrowed or blue. She was wearing a leather cut over her dress, and I couldn’t fucking breathe.

Finally, she stood next to me. I curled my palm around the nape of her neck, crashed my lips onto hers, and kissed the fuck out of her .

Laughter exploded in the room.

“He can’t wait for the ceremony,” Rogue said.

“Why should he? They had the wedding night about fifteen minutes ago.”

I flipped off Jazzy as I continued to kiss Stormy.

“All right. You’ve had a taste.” Bear pried us apart. “I guess you want the condensed version of vows since you’ve already kissed the bride.”

“Did you read the back of my cut?” Stormy whispered.

“I’ll read it in about ninety seconds when I strip you out of this dress.”

Bear snorted a laugh. “Some things never change.”

I glared at Bear. Stormy blushed and pressed her face into my chest. When she canted her head and stared at me with those brown eyes, I was gone.

I grazed my thumb over her cheek. “Every day you show me another side of you, and I fall in love a little more.”

“Ah, fuck, Bullet’s spouting poetry,” Blade said. “You better make it quick, Bear.”

“Do you take Stormy to be your old lady?” he said.

“I do.”

“I ain’t done.” Bear smiled. “Do you promise to take her to the ballet? Take her out the old highway on the back of your bike for tacos and ice cream?” He turned to Stormy.

“To sit on the porch with me at sunset.” Her conspiratorial tone made me smile. “And to have coffee with me while we watch the sunrise? ”

Heat rushed through me, and my eyes burned with emotion. “I do.”

Bear turned to Stormy. “He didn’t give me a cheat sheet like you did. But I think I’ve got this. Do you promise to be loyal to him?”

“I do.”

He held up his hand. “There’s more for you, too. Do you promise to ride your old man as hard as he rides his bike? Do you promise not to bust his balls too hard about riding with the boys as long as he comes home to you every night? And the most important vow, do you promise to call one of us to come kick his ass if he forgets how fucking lucky he is to have you?”

“I do.” She linked her fingers with mine.

“I pronounce you husband and wife.”

I pulled Stormy into my arms, slanted my lips over hers, and slipped my tongue into her mouth.

“I’d tell him to kiss the bride, but it’s obvious he doesn’t need my permission.”

I gripped her ass, lifted, and her legs wrapped around me. It wasn’t bridal style, but better. The heat of her pussy warmed my cock. She alternated between kissing my mouth and sliding her tongue along my neck.

“You don’t get her all night, Bullet.” I didn’t need to see Bristol to know she had her hands on her hips and a big fucking smile on her face. “You have to share. And there’s carrot cake. She loves carrot cake, although maybe not as much as she says she loves your dick.” Her laugh followed me out of the room .

“I didn’t tell her I loved your dick.” Stormy rolled her eyes. “But she was right when she claimed I wouldn’t be able to stay off it.”

“My dick, along with the rest of me, is only yours.” I carried her into our room and locked the door. “I love you, brown eyes.”

“I love you. And I’m the property of Bullet. I’ve got the cut to prove it.”

I’d once mentioned that Rogue had figured out what was important. I’d never wanted to settle down with a woman because I’d been waiting on a storm. She was lightning and her touch the thunder of my heart.

I hadn’t understood how desperately I’d needed her. Or how devastated I’d be to lose her. She was an unpredictable tempest in bed, and she’d just promised to be mine forever .

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