“Let’s go,” Destiny said.
She nodded. They emerged from the makeshift dressing room. In moments, Olivia stood in front of the paneled, double oak doors that would lead into the chapel. The women flung the doors open. A piano started. To her surprise, Iron was the one playing. The big tough biker apparently insisted on being here for the wedding despite the fact the doctor insisting he stay for a few tests.
Rowdy MC members occupied most of the pews, but they fell silent as Olivia and her entourage entered. She only had eyes for Saint. He stood at the end, the priest by his side. Saint looked dashingly handsome in his rented tux. She was surprised he made the effort, but she would’ve married him in his patched leather jacket if he wanted. The MC was his life, his family. Olivia was now part of that same family. For a time, she thought of the MC as nothing more than a violent group who had a hell of a time breaking the law. Spending time with Saint and the bikers altered her perception drastically.
Like any devoted family, the MC had Saint’s back and now hers. They were fiercely loyal to each other and would never let each other down. That was one of their finer traits.
She walked the aisle, heart swelling. Saints had guards posted all around the church. Their enemies wouldn’t catch them by surprise this time. She reached him. Father Michael started speaking, but she barely heard the words. All she could focus on was her man.
Saint only had eyes for her, too. It was as if the entire world ceased to matter. He said his vows clearly and resolutely. Olivia stumbled on them a little, too lost in Saint’s penetrating and possessive gaze. She wouldn’t wait to get out of this sweltering church and be back in his bed.
She lifted her finger and let Saint slid the plain white gold wedding band over her ring finger. Olivia did the same for him.
“You may kiss the bride,” Father Michael said.
Saint grabbed her bare shoulders and kissed the hell of her. Warmth and the familiar taste of him exploded in her mouth. He even added a little tongue action. Some bikers hooted and made crude jokes.
When Saint released her from the kiss, her heart thumped wildly in her chest. “You’re mine now, Olivia. Mine to cherish and protect until my dying day. I fucking love you.”
“I love you, Saint,” she returned.
They stayed a little for pictures but soon left the church. Once outside, they got on his bike. Good thing she picked an easy dress to wear. Olivia wrapped her arms around him, inhaling the familiar scent of him. Saint rode for the clubhouse, where they’d be holding the reception. Thirty other riders trailed behind them. Destiny and the other women had made a just married sign and pasted it on the back of Saint’s Harley. The whole town could see that Saint was now hers. That she belonged to him.
Once they arrived at the clubhouse, the other MC members started to drink and unwind. Devil had managed to hire a caterer at the last minute, so there was plenty of food and drink for everyone. There was even a decent, four-tiered wedding cake at the tables.
Saint sat with her at the head of the table. She could immediately tell her husband was growing impatient with the festivities. Olivia grabbed his arm and dragged him to dance. They’d stacked up all the tables and chairs to the walls, so the floor was bare. A slow song started. Saint settled his hand on her waist, then on second thought, dropped it to her ass. He gave it a squeeze.
“Behave,” she chided, but she couldn’t keep her voice stern. Not when Saint leveled his hungry gaze on her. He practically looked predatory.
“How long do we have to stay here? I can’t wait to get you in my bed and tear that dress off that sexy body of yours,” he whispered in her ear.
“After this song,” she promised.
His eyes gleamed with intent. Right on cue, the song finished. Saint put his hands on her waist, then swept her into his arms without warning. The other bikers gave catcalls as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.
“This is a little embarrassing,” she whispered. Secretly, Olivia was thrilled to bits. Saint carried her all the way upstairs, to his, their room.
Saint dropped her on the bed carefully, like an expensive present he couldn’t wait to unravel.
“It’s time to taste my bride,” he said with a cocky grin.
“Come at me, baby,” she answered, already halfway out of her dress.
****
Saint groaned as Olivia, naked and tempting, lay back on the bed. Olivia had nothing on save the black G-string he gifted her. She spread her thighs open, a welcoming invitation. He was out of his tux in moments, nearly ripping at the fabric. He needed to have his wife, now. Sure, they’d had plenty of sex before they got married, but this was different. Olivia was truly his now, his legally bound wife.
He crawled on top of her. Saint crashed his mouth to hers, inhaling the familiar, sweet scent of her. He kissed her neck, the hollow between her collarbones. Saint sucked her tits, loving how her nipples hardened at the wet suction of his mouth. He trailed his hands down her body, his touch proprietary.
Saint kissed his way down her ribs, her belly button. He hooked a finger into the band of her panties. One yank and the fabric tore.
“Hey, I liked those,” she protested.
She didn’t complain any more after that. Olivia couldn’t, not when Saint put his mouth to her pussy. He blew at her pink folds then proceeded to eat her up. She squirmed and moaned. Saint held her down as he went to work. She tasted salty and sweet, divine. He tongue-fucked her then sucked on her clit.
Olivia lifted her hips off the bed as he focused on making her come. Saint pushed two fingers inside her cunt and she shattered, coming all over his fingers. What a sight to see. Part of him still couldn’t believe she finally belonged to him, in every sense of the word. His partner, his equal. His old lady.
Saint dragged himself up and positioned himself at the edge of the bed. She knew what came next because she scooted lower. Saint hefted her legs over his shoulders. His cock felt like a steel pipe between her legs.
“Fuck me, baby.”
She was truly a woman after his own heart. He grinned, guiding his dick inside her. Saint entered her with one sure push, making her groan. Olivia clawed at the sheets, holding on to them as he began to ride her. His need was palpable, a living storm inside his skin. Each time he entered her body, he owned her a little more. Small payment because she’d held the leash over his heart for so many years.
Saint lowered himself to her mouth, kissed her passionately. His last push sent her off the edge. Olivia came all over his cock, whimpering, whispering his name over and over again. Saint pounded in and out of her, his strokes relentless. His balls tightened against his body. Saint’s vision blurred.
It didn’t take long for him to reach climax. With a growl, he filled her tight little pussy with his seed. Saint intended to breed her until she was heavy with his child. Their child. Saint wouldn’t win the best father of the year award with Bonnie. With Olivia, he wouldn’t make any mistakes. Just a few weeks with her made him realize he wanted it all. To keep his MC running and to be a devoted husband to Olivia. Pretty soon, he’d be a father as well.
Saint settled next to her, pulling his bride close to him. She sighed, resting her head against his chest. He held her close, stroking the line of her back. He liked hearing her purr like a contented kitten for him, loved knowing what buttons to push to pleasure her.