I handed Abel’s black titanium ring to Scarlett. As she slid it onto my finger, she giggled and said, “I vow to love you for the rest of my life. I promise to always be a faithful wife, loving partner, and strong old lady.”
Sliding the dented white gold band onto Scarlett’s ring finger, I said, loudly and proudly, “I vow to love you until I take my last breath. I promise to always cherish and protect you. I will be the husband you deserve, the man you are proud of, and I will treat you as good as my leather and ride you more than my bike.”
Everyone cheered as Red yelled, “With the power vested in me by the great state of North Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Now kiss the damn girl!”
I scooped Scarlett up into my arms and crashed my lips to hers, twirling her around.
“Now let’s celebrate!” she shouted joyfully, throwing her head back with a wide grin lighting up her gorgeous face.
The jukebox started blasting, drinks started flowing, and everyone danced in the middle of the bar together. We all knew the elation was a mask, knew there was a mission in motion and a threat waiting off in the distance, but none of it mattered. There was always a war, always enemies looming, always something to be worried about. If you’re not careful, it can consume you, and your may life pass you by. In that bar, wading through the muck of our lives, we found happiness and a reason to remember why we fought so hard to protect our lifestyle and the people we loved. I had gone so many years without knowing what it was like to be happy, always believing club business needed to be at the forefront of every single moment.
As I stood with Ryder, beer in hand, I saw what life was really about—the small moments that take your breath away and remind you why you’re breathing.
“Thanks for all of this,” I mumbled to him under my breath.
“Thank you for letting us be the ones to make this happen for y’all. It ain’t every day that two people as meant to be together as you two actually realize it.”
“How’d we get so lucky?” I asked, motioning to Raine and Scarlett as they laughed together at a high-top table.
“Fuck if I know, brother. Don’t question it though, just be grateful.”
“Oh, I am, and I think I’ll show that little lady how fucking grateful I really am.” I hopped off my stool as Ryder held his bottle up to me.
Chuckling, he called out, “The Fun Dip is in Abel’s old desk drawer, just in case you need it.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I’ll remember that for after.”
Walking over to the girls, I scooped Scarlett up in my arms. “I need to borrow my wife for a bit.”
Raine giggle as she waved us off.
“What’re you doing?” Scarlett questioned into my ear.
I stopped by the back door, setting her down. “I hear a marriage isn’t official until after consummation. Rules are rules.”
I led her by the hand, and we went into Abel’s old office. All of his pictures still lined the walls, and nostalgia took over for a second as I pulled one down.
Handing it to Scarlett, I watched as her eyes got wide. It was an old black and white of her father standing with Red and Rave, smoking cigars behind the Atlanta clubhouse.
“That’s the day your old man’s charter patched over to the Unacceptables,” I explained. “I’m sure Ryder wouldn’t mind if you kept it.” I pointed to Rave. “That guy was Crickett’s father.”
“I remember this day…they had a big cookout.” Scarlett beamed as she removed the photo from its casing. “Thank you.”
Cradling her face in my hands, I kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome, baby.” I backed her up against the wall. “I know this isn’t a fancy hotel room or the honeymoon you probably pictured, but it’ll have to do for now.”
“I burn in the sun, and mimosas with strawberries are totally overrated,” she responded.
“You’re perfect.”
Hiking up her dress, I pulled her blue thong down to her knees. “Something blue—nice touch.”
“The dress is borrowed, and the panties, as you can see, are blue. My earrings were Raine’s mother’s—something old—and we picked up some new perfume, tradition and all. Why mess with a good thing, ya know?”
“I like it.” I bit down on the nape of Scarlett’s neck.
A low moan escaped my lips as she undid the buckle of my belt. She got down on her knees after freeing my cock, and my jeans and boxers fell to my ankles.
I stared at her pale pink Cupid’s bow as her lips parted, gently wrapping around the head of my dick. Letting her tongue do most of the work, she teased until my staff was full and ready for her.
