Going Wild (The Wild Ones Book 2)(26)

We drive under Krysta Nickel, since I don’t trust the younger Nickel girl, and I reach up, grabbing for her arm as she flips upside down, reaching for me.

“These are my suedes!” I yell as my feet leave the ground.

“I won’t drop you!” she says through a smile, clutching my wrist with both of her hands as I hold onto her wrist.

The boat keeps going, moving out from under me, and I howl as I dangle over the water, letting them carry me to the bank. As soon as I’m hovering over dry land, Krysta releases me, and I land, bending my knees just a little, as Krysta flips back upright and zips the rest of the way down her line to join me.

The air is full of howls, laughter, and…the call of the wild.

It’s a day we can’t help but pull out all the stops.

One of our own is getting married.

And it’s been a long damn time since a wedding.





Chapter 10



Wild Ones Tip #252

Life only makes sense when you’re boring.

We’re the definition of Murphy’s Law for the human species.



LIAM



My eyes are glued to Kylie as she stands at the end of the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her knee-length, blue dress looks sweet, but those mischievous eyes trained on me try to tell me she’s not sweet.

Like she always tried to warn me.

She just doesn’t realize she’s sweet.

Well, when she’s not jumping on boats and getting carried across the lake by a helicopter and a girl holding her up by her hand.

Have to admit, I want to try that.

“Oh! I’m going to kick your ass if you manhandle me one more time, Jason Malone!” Lilah’s growl has everyone turning around as a beast of a guy drops her to her feet at the end of the outdoor aisle lined with roses.

I halfway notice how her white dress comes up in the front, showing off her black combat boots with pink shoelaces, because I’m too busy noticing the hulking man who hauled her in.

That’s a Malone?

I look him over, nervously tugging at my collar. I can practically feel Kylie smirking at me, knowing exactly what I’m thinking as I take in the guy who is about my height, but about double me in muscle mass.

This guy must bench press cars when he’s bored. Or maybe wrestles alligators just for fun. Do alligators live here? I hope that’s just a southern thing.

He crosses his arms over his chest, and Lilah rears back like she’s about to kick him in the shin, when Bill grapples her, dragging her toward the altar, where Benson is laughing and waiting.

“I’m not popping out multiples, you interfering, meddling sons of bitches!” Lilah threatens, still struggling even as the Wedding March plays. “I mean it, Aunt Penny! I’ll go get all my baby-making parts cut out of me before I give birth to a litter! Benson, this is just the start of it! You have to fight with me. Next they’ll force us to have babies!”

I can’t help but find this all weirdly fascinating. And somewhat hilarious. I’ve never seen a bride being dragged down the aisle before, as she swears she’s not delivering a litter. She’s a triplet. Her mother was a twin. Benson is a twin…

She’s worried they’ll start demanding babies, and she’s horrified at facing a possible army coming out of her, given their odds.

“It’ll ruin my vagina! Don’t let them do this!” Lilah shouts. “You love my vagina, Benson!”

Definitely a first.

Benson grins bigger, running his hand along the side of his trimmed beard before walking toward the struggling woman who Bill is starting to lose the tug-of-war battle with.

Benson grabs her, and before she can fight with him, he kisses her. Hard. For a really, uncomfortably long time.

Howls break out, and I startle, forgetting these people really love a good howl.

Lilah stops fighting, and she melts against Benson, softening more and more until she’s practically butter in his hands.

He walks backwards, taking her with him, as Bill wipes sweat off his brow, panting as he trails them.

“Who gives this woman, Lilah Vincent, away?” the officiate asks as he holds a bible in his hands.

I’ve never heard it worded that way, but sure. Why not?

“Her aunt and I give her away. For fuck’s sake, just hurry before she snaps out of the trance and starts fighting again,” Bill says, still panting as he drops to a chair beside Penny, exhausted.

Penny pats his arm as she grins so hugely and dabs tears out of her eyes with the handkerchief in her other hand.

Kylie is grinning, and her eyes find mine again. I can barely hear anything else.

I finally force my eyes away as I hear the officiate asking Lilah the million dollar question.

Benson says something in Lilah’s ear, and in a trance-like state, she says, “I do.”