“Angel,” he growls. “Don’t play games with me on my wedding night.”
Really? I want to laugh.
“Don’t growl at me, you beast. Don’t get smart with me,” I hiss. “I’m not one of your little Breakneck brothers. I’m your wife now.” I take another sip of my wine. It’s so delicious and expensive. The taste almost makes up for the cost.
“Don’t threaten me with takin’ my pussy from me and we’ll have a happy marriage.”
I sputter my wine.
“Oh good, as long as we’re clear…”
His fingers edge up to the pressure point on my wrist, and he growls. “Do I need to take my wife to our new bedroom?”
Leave our reception. Yes, please!
“Maybe?”
He stands quickly, knocking over his chair, jerking me up into a bridal style carry, and starts taking off into the building.
“What about our reception?” I squeal, kicking playfully.
“To hell with the reception, I need to fuck my wife.”
***
Braxxon
I can’t wait till I can get inside of her.
MY WIFE!
Fuck! Never thought I’d see the day I’d get married. She looks so fuckin beautiful. My Angel in red. Her hair is curly, sitting on top of her head just the way I love it. Her red dress hugs her sexy body tightly, and poufs out at the bottom. I wonder if I’ll be able to get it off her.
I take off up the stairs in the new building in search of our new room. We still have the shittastic one in the clubhouse, but Angel went all out for the room she’s gonna be stuck in when we’re on lockdowns like we are right now.
I reach the door handle, and it’s locked.
What the fuck?
“Oh shit, here.” Angel says digging into the top of her dress.
I smirk. “Why is our door locked, Angel?”
“It’s our damn room. Right now, this is our home. You always lock your home up.” She says matter of fact. “Besides, the house the girls and I we were gonna live in is no longer an option with the hit, and now we’re married, so all of my shit is here.”
I take the key from my wife and unlock the door without putting her down. I’m a biker, but I ain’t stupid. I know I gotta carry my woman over the threshold.
I’m in no hurry, so I shut the door quietly and walk her over to our new bed, gently setting her down.
Angel leans back on her elbows, watching my every move carefully.
I love when she looks at me like that. Like I’m her entire world. That I’m the reason she didn’t give up. But I know the truth. I may be her entire world, but my Angel didn’t give up because she’s Angel and she’s so fuckin strong.
Without taking my eyes off her, I unbutton my tuxedo jacket and slowly slip it off and toss it on a plush chair she has sitting next to the window.
I drag my suspenders down and let them hang, and I unbutton my white shirt and un-tuck it.
“Don’t take it off,” she whispers.
I grin and start undoing my pants. When I start to lower them, she shakes her head no. I cock my head to the side, confused as to what she wants. She sits up and trails her beautiful hand along my scar, and I gulp. This intense feeling would’ve scared the shit outta me a few months ago. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have let a woman touch me so intimately. But that was a few months ago; that was before my Angel. That was before I fell in love, and that was before I got married.
Her hands lace themselves along my spine, and she jerks me to her, her lips coming down on my chest along my scar. I groan, throwing my head back; every touch from her sizzles my skin, catching it on fire.
“Ya tebya Lyublyu,” she murmurs against my skin. “I love you.”
I love when she tells me she loves me in Russian; it does crazy things to me.
My hands roam up her bare arms and into her hair as I push her back against the bed. I whisper ‘I love you’, letting the words linger. I can’t wait to have babies with this woman.
“Angel,” I murmur, kissing her jaw.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“Where’s your birth control pills?”
She points. “In the nightstand,” she whispers. “Why?”
I edge off the bed and open the drawer, snagging up the pills. I walk to the trashcan, toss them, and return to my Angel in red.
“Braxx?” She says my name in a questionable manner.
“No more, baby. Our life may be shit, but we can make it better,” I say honestly.
“Are you sure? Because our life is dangerous, Braxx.”
I slide my hand up her right leg, locating the gun strapped to her thigh, and I unclasp the holster and slide it off.
“I’m sure Angel.” I answer as I place her gun on the nightstand.