Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(16)

He said more, too. Every single part of him. I heard that rough, eager bulge between his legs talking to me loud and clear when it pressed against me again.

Stay close. Stay horny. I'm not letting you up 'til you feel every fucking inch of this, babe. Everything I should've made you feel years ago.

We took a long delay, and we lost time to kill. I'm gonna fuck your damned brains out.

“You keep your damned distance,” daddy spat. “We're brothers by patch, but no man in your club's any kind of blood brother of mine. Stay on your fucking side of the church, and we'll get through this freak show.”

Satisfied, Blackjack nodded, turning his attention back to the altar. The older brother who'd flattened himself against the nearby wooden column approached, clearing his throat.

“You two ready to get hitched, or what?”

I looked at Asphalt. Without smiling, he nodded, leading me up the four steps with him.

Our makeshift minister waited a few more minutes while the commotion died down, and men on both sides returned to their seats. When the music cranked up again, the rest of the music poured out, finishing in a booming bass crescendo about how it's better for a man to live on the road than die on his knees.

A couple men behind us coughed. The tall, thin biker with the long mustache marrying us looked through us, his eyes scanning the sizable crowd. I looked at his name patch, ANGUS.

“Everybody gathered here knows this ain't a real wedding, so I'll keep this shit quick.” His eyes flicked to the beautiful bastard next to me. “Asphalt, brother, you're claiming this girl and marrying her on the same day. Only God knows how long you'll keep her, but every second you do, your duties are the same. Love her. Honor her. Protect her. Treat her as sacred as your patch. She's one with this club, and one with you. Get it?”

“Yeah, I do. Me and this girl, we go way back. It's been a few years and we've got a lot of catching up to do. We'll be solid, come hell or death. I promise.” He thumped the name patch on his chest the same way he did when he put my rude prom date in his place.

Four years ago. Up here, it felt like four minutes.

Asphalt's fingers pushed through mine and squeezed. Such an innocent gesture, surprisingly sweet, but damn if it didn't turn my blood to magma. I melted in the messy, confusing attraction I thought I'd lost years ago, resisting his eyes.

“Elle Jo Mathers,” Angus said, fixing his dark eyes on me. “Peace brings love. And so it will with you, when you're on the back of his bike, wearing his brand. You're Tacoma's daughter. He's Redding's son. Both Grizzlies blood forever. Keep him true. Serve him. Love him.”

I bristled at the serve him part. I caught Asphalt – Austin – wearing the same cocky glint in his eye that I'd seen a dozen times when we were kids, teasing and flirting our way against an uncertain future that was never meant for us.

Well, except now, it was. But I didn't feel it when the biker-priest nodded, and Asphalt grabbed the heavy ring off the altar, sliding it onto my finger.

“Fuck, that thing looks good where it belongs.”

“The brother's right,” Angus said. “Asphalt, whenever you're ready, you can go ahead and –“

Oh. Sweet. Jesus.

His green eyes swallowed me up before his lips crashed on mine. Asphalt kissed me with a feral, starving passion I hadn't expected.

He kissed me like he wanted to destroy my whole world, and replace it with his. His lips moved like they wanted me, deserved me, owned me. This kiss left me a nervous, shaking wreck, too scared to admit how incredible it felt, but too horny to resist it.

So many years gone, stamped out in his fiery lips. This kiss took me back to our only other kiss, four years ago on daddy's doorstep, before we'd caught hell for it. Our lips moved, divine and right, replacing all that hell with heaven instead.

I hadn't given up the fight yet. Hell, I was still so numb from what was happening it was a miracle I could stand in these stupid heels.

For a single second, though, I surrendered. I moaned into his mouth, just like I did the very first time. His strong arms swept me up, pushed me even deeper into his tongue, into the embrace with every molecule letting me know how bad he wanted to fuck me.

And I wanted it too.

I wanted everything I couldn't have tonight. I wanted it more than the urge to slap him across the face for hiding the fact that he was my groom, for this insane arranged marriage, for never reaching out to me all these years, even if it would've ignited another war with my very pissed off father.

The men in the audience were roaring and laughing by the time it was over. Angus grinned behind the altar, slapped Asphalt on the back, and murmured something about hitting the road before he stripped me down right here.