“I sure am.”
“Woohoo!” Gage shouted.
When we reached my bike, I looked down at Nylah’s dress. “It’s gonna get stuck.”
“Rip it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Do it, husband.”
Husband. Hell fucking yeah!
I ripped the material, and it began to unravel before my eyes, spinning through a fast succession of black and white until it finally pulled loose, leaving Nylah in a pair of black leather shorts, her boots, veil, and that thing she called a bodice. Looked like sexy lingerie to me. I couldn’t wait to take it off her later.
I climbed on behind her and started my engine. Grim’s roared to life beside me, followed by Chrome. Down the line behind me, every bike awakened, joining the massive group. Each beast rumbled until the ground shook with our combined iron machines and could probably topple someone over if they stood close enough. Beneath my boots, the quaking dirt fueled my need to feel the wind in my hair, and Nylah pressed against my back.
Her arms settled around my waist as she scooted close, whispering in my ear. “Take me on the road, husband. Give me a ride now and one later.”
“Done, wife.”
One by one, we rolled forward and left the lot, traveling through Tonopah in a long row of motorcycles that signaled our arrival long before people saw us. The line stretched for so long I couldn’t see the end as I glanced in my mirrors.
We rode out of town and onto Highway 95, a sight to see as I took my new bride on our first adventure as husband and wife. The memories shared with our family, blood-related or not, would stay with me for many years.
By the time we returned to the clubhouse, the party had begun. Tents had been popped up and provided a sheltered area for us to eat, drink, cut the cake, and share our first dance as a married couple.
Gavin and Gage danced with Nylah next, and I held Gia, swaying with her as she blew raspberries. All in all, it was the best fucking night of my life.
When it got late, Mimi took the little ones for us, giving us a honeymoon at home without the kids. Nylah said we could travel later, but after all that had happened and with the new baby on the way, we both just wanted to be home.
Chrome approached us, grinning way too damn wide as I spotted the reason. “Congratulations, brother.”
“You’re a dick,” I deadpanned.
He hooted with laughter.
The reason? A pink nightmare van he’d painted himself. The dent I made in the side? He left it.
I was going to get even. Someday.
He’d gone all out, decorating with white streamers, silver bells, and black skeletal masks. On the back window, a decal showed our stick-figure family. Dad, Mom with a swollen belly,two boys, and a baby girl. The best part? The dad had a skeletal face. A big motorcycle was stuck to the opposite window.
The license plate holder stated, “My other car is a Harley”.
It was perfect.
“You know, I kind of like it,” Nylah informed me with a giggle.
“Are you gonna drive this pink nightmare?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well, no, my Reaper husband.” She paused a few heartbeats. “Youare.”
The hell I was. That comment pissed me off until I froze. She just called me ‘husband’. Both my Reaper and my Berserker loved it. My chest puffed with pride.
Fuck yeah.
I was married to my Nylah. The truth of it sank in.
