Soft music floats around us as Aerial makes her way down the makeshift aisle. She’s counting her steps as she goes. Sometimes, she’ll speed up and then make herself slow down. Once she reaches us, she turns and stands at the opposite end of where we are with a big smile on her tiny face. Jezebelle is next, her eyes never leave Derange’s as she makes her way toward us. Once she reaches the end, she stands next to Aerial. Behind her Daisy walks down the aisle, followed by Danyella. Danyella keeps sneaking glances at Capone but his face is static, not releasing his scowl.
The music changes and everyone stands up. I can’t see past the sea of heads until Monica steps up at the end of the aisle. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. In a long white dress that hugs her body like a second skin, Monica’s eyes meet mine. She walks toward me with confident steps. Her brown eyes sparkle with love, a smile on her face that lights up the whole room. My cock hardens in my jeans as I think of different ways to fuck her in that dress. I adjust my growing erection in my jeans and a look of lust flashes in Monica’s eyes. She finally reaches me and I grab her offered hand pulling her flush against my body.
“You look incredible, Bug.” I nuzzle the curve of Monica’s neck and nip at the skin with my teeth. She giggles and a soft moan floats between us.
Dagger clears his throat behind us, “Save that for after.” The room erupts in whistles and catcalls. I reluctantly release Monica and turn us towards Dagger.
He raises his hands and the room quiets down. “Please be seated.” Once everyone behind us sits, he begins. “We’re gathered here today to witness the holy union of Monica Gates and Xander Blayze Combs. These two have been through many trials and tribulations in their lives and always manage to make it back to one another, no matter how much or how long they’re separated. If anyone here believes these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold their peace.”
The room grows silent when Dagger asks the question. I hold my breath, waiting for someone to make a smartass remark. But none come and I exhale loudly. “Thank fuck.” The room erupts with laughter and Dagger quiets them down again.
“Very well. Do you Xander take Monica as your lawfully wedded wife?”
“You bet her sweet ass I do. She’s mine.” I stare into Monica’s eyes when I answer. She’s smiling at me so big; it lights up the entire room.
“Monica, do you take Xander to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do, without a doubt,” Monica says.
“The rings?” Dagger asks holding his hand out for them. Capone reaches into his cut and produces two gold bands and places them in Dagger’s palm. I had them custom made with our Royal Bastards logo etched into each band. On her band it reads, Property of Blayze. On mine, it has Property of Bug. He hands one to me, “Repeat after me. I, Xander Combs, take you Monica Gates as my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and health. With the wellbeing of the Royal Bastards in mind, I will always put you first.”
I repeat what Dagger says and slip the ring on Monica’s slender finger.
He hands the other ring to Monica. She has tears in her eyes and a shake in her voice as she repeats after Dagger. “I Monica Gates, take you, Xander Combs, as my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. With the wellbeing of the Royal Bastards in mind, I will always put you first.” She slips the gold band on my finger and adds her own. “Live together, ride together, die together. Forever in my heart, always in my soul.”
“With the power vested in me in the state of California and the bylaws of Royal Bastards, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
I gather Monica into my arms. “About fucking time.” My lips descend upon Monica’s hard, kissing her with all the love and passion she pulls out of me. “Welcome to the Royal Bastards, wife.”
“Welcome to the Royal Bastards, husband,” I growl and kiss her hard again, sealing our lives together forever. No matter what happens, we’re in it together.
Capone
6 months later
Nursing a beer in my hand, sitting at the bar in my clubhouse, I watch my sister and her new husband, my VP, Blayze, slow dance to a girly song some patch whore is playing. They’re chest to chest. She stares into his eyes, love and adoration shining in her brown depth. A deep pain of longing settles in my chest.
Danyella comes out of the kitchen laughing and joking with Torch, while carrying a tray of food. Her long blonde hair flowing freely down to the center of her back. Anger boils to the surface of my skin and I tamp it down when her blue eyes land on me. She offers me a shy, sweet smile.
A deep ache settles in my chest and the collar of my shirt is choking me. I need air, need to clear my head. Before I can move off the barstool warm, slender nails roughly run through my hair.
My spine stiffens, “I don’t know who the fuck is touching me, but if you want to keep your hands, you’ll release me now.” The anger in my voice is unmistakable.
The nails disappear from my scalp and Rose, a patch whore, presses her fake as fuck tits against my forearm. She bats her fake fucking lashes at me, pursing her red lips into a pout, trying to be seductive. It’s pissing me off more than turning me on.
“You look a little tense, Prez. Can I help relieve your stress?”
I think about Rose’s offer. It’s been a while since my cock has had a woman’s lips wrapped around it. It’s been months since I’ve felt the soft curves of a woman. My eyes drift in Danyella’s direction on their own accord. Her slender back is facing me and she’s watching Dagger and Torch play a game of pool.
God, she’s beautiful but stubborn.
My cock aches to belong to only her. We’ve barely talked since we came back from Michigan and that was months ago. The last time I touched those plump lips were after Monica’s wedding to Blayze. Things got carried away and before my brain caught up with my aching dick, Danyella and I were in a dark corner, locked in each other’s embrace, our lips devouring each other. Her hot breath fanning over my heated skin, moans and whimpers escaping her delicate throat. Her sweet pussy grinding against my stiff cock begging for release.
Shouts and catcalls pulled me out of my lust induced haze, slamming me back to reality. I stopped Danyella from freeing my cock and making a big mistake. My body was screaming at me to continue while my mind was telling me no. I can’t defile her beautiful soul with the darkness I carry with me.
After that night, Danyella walked away from me, angry and heartbroken and hasn’t looked in my direction since. That is until tonight. Tonight, she’s looking at me with lust and longing in her baby blues which are currently staring at me, taking my breath away. She hasn’t blessed me with her sweet smile or her light laughter. I don’t blame her either. I was a dickhead and deserve it all taken away from me. But damn it, it hurts. I deserve this pain in my chest. All the bad shit I’ve done. All the blood spilled by my hands. All of it. I don’t deserve anything from someone created as an angel.
I shove Rose off me and she falls on her ass with a thud and a cry. I don’t even bother to check if she’s all right. My boots eat up the distance of the room until I’m in Danyella’s space. Her breath catches in her throat but she doesn’t break eye contact.