“In the eyes of the club, I need your brand and your patch,” I remind him. His eyes flutter closed, and his jaw clenches tightly.
“You mean more to me than the club. Unless you’re one hundred percent sure about being mine for the rest of your life, we don’t need to do this today.”
I reach up and press my hand against his chest, feeling the way his heart is pounding under my palm. His blue gaze is waiting for me, and I smile softly. This man undoes me. More than even he realizes. Pushing up on my tiptoes, because even in my four-inch heels, I’m shorter than him, I press my lips to the edge of his jaw, and let my teeth scrape the skin lightly. I hear his sharp inhale, and his eyes shutter.
“This is the design I want, Craig,” I tell the artist waiting behind the desk for us, and hand him the drawing I’ve been working on since his proposal.
“Win—” Finn says my name, and I see the flicker of hope and longing in his gaze.
“Marriage is forever, Finn. Just like this ink.” My shoulders shrug. “So are we.”
He’s on me then, his arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me off my feet. My arms wrap around his shoulders while my hands hold his face. I press my lips to his, and he kisses me back with a hunger that makes my toes curl.
“I’ll make sure you never regret this, Daisy,” he promises, pulling back and resting his forehead against mine. I nod, unable to find the words to tell him I could never regret him. Finn setsme back on my feet, his thumb gently running over my bottom lip before he releases me.
“We’re ready, Craig,” he tells the artist. Craig’s gaze slides between the two of us, and a huge grin splits his face.
“Let's get you married, kids!”
An hour later, the skin on my panty line is on fire and taped with a protective covering over my new tattoo. Finn almost had an aneurysm when I started pulling my pants down for Craig to have better access. Our tattoo artist looked like he feared for his life at the glare Finn gave him the entire time. Since Finn sat and watched my entire tattoo being done rather than getting his done at the same time, we’re running slightly behind schedule.
“It’s not like they can start the wedding without us,” Finn jokes as we head out to his bike that's parked out front. He laughs, but my eyes are already on the bike, and the representation of what is about to happen next.
My steps slow as we approach, nerves pinching my stomach. Finn’s hand tightens on mine. “Trust me, wife,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.
My gaze jumps to his, and the easy smile on his beautiful lips. I don’t even get to reply before he scoops me up in his arms bridal style. My arms wrap around his neck as he carries me the rest of the way to his bike, where he sets me down on the back seat. My legs easily drape over the sides, and my feet make it to the pegs, muscle memory and reflex guiding me.
Finn takes a step back and whistles low, his eyes running over every inch of my body as if he’s memorizing the sight. “You look like you belong there, Daisy. You look like you’re mine.”
My breath hitches in my throat. My voice is shaky when I say, “I am yours, Finn.”
He hands me the property cut to put on over my leather jacket and then my helmet, before he slides on in front of me. I reach for him, securing my arms tightly around his waist. Finnturns the engine on and kicks the stand up. “Now let's go make you mine in the eyes of the law of Tennessee.”
A laugh tears from my chest as he guns it out of the parking lot, picking up speed once we hit the main road leading out of town and heading toward the clubhouse. My hair blows freely around us in the wind, the slight chill barely touching me thanks to my many layers. It feels good to be out in the world after being sequestered in the cabin for almost two months. Although I don’t regret the time there or the chance I was given to reconnect with my husband.
It's nearing sundown when we make it to the clubhouse. The prospects let us in through the gate, and we’re met by several members whooping and hollering outside. Finn parks and helps me off the back of his bike. The next second, I’m thrown over his shoulder while he carries me inside. There are more cheers, and I can’t help smiling, even when he reaches up to slap my ass.
“Finn!” I laugh and feel the rumble of his chest underneath me.
Once he places me back on my feet, Lyric launches into my arms, hugging me tightly. Jocelyn is next, then Hope and a few of the other wives. Each of which has reached out in their own way to apologize and help provide Finn and me with groceries, wine, or things for the house while we’ve been hiding out. We’re not best friends yet by any means, but their willingness to take the first step has gone a long way. The only women who give me a wide berth are the club whores, and I don’t really feel the need to reconnect with any of them anyway. Not after their disrespect and definitely not after they continued to go after my man, knowing he was mine all along.
“Did you need to change?” Jocelyn asks me, and I shake my head no.
“I’m getting married in what makes me comfortable.”
Lyric smirks and hands me a tube of red lipstick to freshen up. “I think you look badass.”
My hand runs over the tight black pants, white tank top that says BRIDE on it, and my black leather jacket and cut.
“I feel like one, babe,” I respond and kick up my black heel, showing off the red sole bottom. A gift from my new husband, who insisted I buy whatever I wanted to get married today.
Bullet comes rushing in from outside and hugs Finn before hugging me as well. “Outside is ready. We should do this now.”
My gaze meets Finn’s, and I find him smirking dangerously. “Ready, Daisy? Once we do this, you’re officially mine for keeps.”
Sliding over to him, I loop my arm around his back, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. “I’m ready for you to be mine.”
He pulls me in and places a kiss on the crown of my forehead. “The next time I kiss you is going to be once you’re my wife.”
