My Rose. My sweet, beautiful Rose.
Chapter Twenty-Five
(four months later)
Bear
I’m a fucking saint. I’ve kept my cock away from Rose for about five months. The first month was because she feared this world, feared people, feared me. Then she got hurt by that mother fucker in jail. I told myself that her healing was first and foremost in my mind.
Now, her cast is off, her stint has been removed and she started physical therapy a couple of weeks ago. She can now walk around without her cane. Which is perfect timing, because today, she becomes my wife.
Amara Rosalie Pierce will become mine, completely.
Tonight, I will take Rose Allington into our bed and never let her leave.
***Rose***
Telling the detectives every single detail about the night Roman took me was very hard. I had multiple panic attacks. In the end, my brother actually put a stop to it. Bear wasn’t allowed in the room because he kept making threats toward the detectives. I smile at the memory.
It’s been four months. Four hard and emotional months. Josh moved about twenty minutes away from our cabin. Turns out, he’s married with a baby on the way. I love having him and his wife Michelle around. He’s also a prospect for the Infernal Sons. I think he told me he had to be one for a full year before they even considered patching him in.
The clubhouse is in the plans of being rebuilt. I know little beyond the talk of added security. But I do know that everyone is very excited to get it started.
I’m not sure why my mind is having all these random thoughts. I should be focused on the important task before me.
Today, I marry the man I love.
At that thought, I shove all memories to the back of my mind.
“You ready?” Josh asks.
“Absolutely.”
“Well, let’s go then. I have a sister to give away,” he says with a laugh just as the door opens and a woman walks in.
She takes one look at me and bursts into tears. “My Amara. Oh, look how beautiful you are.”
I know who she is, Josh has been showing me pictures, but to see her in the flesh is mesmerizing. My mother is beautiful.
“Call me Rose,” is what my brain decides should be the very first thing I ever say to my mother.
“Hi Rose,” she says through her tears. “I’m Peggy, and this my husband Ryan.” She gestures back to the gentleman I hadn’t noticed until now.
With a small smile toward her husband, I turn my attention to my mother.
“Hello, mother,” I say as I walk forward and wrap her in the tightest of embraces. “You don’t have to ask, I understand it now, and I forgive you,” I whisper in her ear.
Her crying makes me cry, and now my makeup needs fixing. But I don’t care. Today is the best day of my life.
About twenty minutes later, my mother and her husband have gone to find a seat and I’ve gotten myself under control.
I grab Josh’s arm, and he leads me to stand in front of a closed door.
As soon as the doors of the church hall open, I zero in on Bear. He’s so handsome standing up there in his white dress shirt, black pants, boots, and his biker vest. I have the strangest urge to release my brother's arm and run toward my soon to be husband.
I held back, but only just.
We reach the end of the aisle and the officiant asks, “Who gives this bride away?”
“I do,” Josh answers.
Bear reaches his hand toward me and Josh places my hand into Bears.
“Take care of her man,” Josh says to Bear. “Love her as she deserves.”
“With everything I am,” Bear replies.
Bear pulls me toward his body and whispers in my ear, for only me to hear.
“You are so fucking beautiful, I can’t wait to feast on you, baby.”
I can feel my blush in full force. Which probably looks crazy against all this white.
I hear people laughing. They may not know what he said, but I’m sure with one quick look at me, they can guess.
“My mother’s here.”
Is my brain broken? He says the sexiest sentence in all of existence, and I say, my mother’s here?
He laughs and says, “I know, I asked her to come. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Thank you,” I say with my frog voice because I have a giant rock in my throat.
With a smile, Bear grabs my hand and turns us forward.
My groom walks me to the officiant and a handful of minutes later, I become Mrs. Rose Allington.
***Later that night***
Bear
I shut the door to our hotel room. Tomorrow morning, we leave for Bora Bora. But tonight, I get to taste my wife.
Finally.
“Wife, you have three minutes to remove any clothing that you don’t want to be torn to shreds.”
“What?” she says breathlessly.
“Two minutes and thirty seconds.”
She yelps and runs toward the bathroom. One minute later she comes out wearing…nothing.
Holy Fuck!
“Um,” she says timidly. “I kind of liked everything and didn’t want any of it torn to shreds. I hope this is okay.”
“Oh, baby, it’s more than okay. It’s perfection. Come to your husband, wife. Let me get a good look at what’s mine.”
I manage to hold still until she’s within arm’s length, then I grab her and haul her the rest of the way. Gripping the back of her beautiful head, I slam my lips onto hers. The kiss was sweet, sexy and toe-curling all in one.
Grabbing Rose under her delectable ass, I haul her up my body, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist. I walk us to the perfectly made bed and lay her down, holding myself up on my forearms, not wanting to hurt her. All the while, my mouth never leaves hers.
I know this is her first time, so I have to pull in the beast that’s trying to break out and go slow. At least for this first round.
Reluctantly, I leave her mouth and spread kisses down her body. Kissing every single scar I pass. I’ll never have my wife feeling anything other than absolutely beautiful.
I make it to my destination and gently spread her legs. I see the scars on her thighs for the first time. Put there by her father using dry ice. I feel that anger surge forth before I shove it back and give them gentle kisses.
I take a good look at the pussy that I’m about to devour.
Mmm, where to start?
“Bear, what are you doing?” she asks nervously.
“Hush baby, never interrupt a man who is about to eat like a king.”
At her intake of breath, I open my mouth and I feast until her body is shaking with release. Then I eat again until she gives me one more. Licking, sucking every bit of essence she releases.
I stand up and get rid of these pants that are doing a number on my member. Once I release my cock, Rose lets out a little shriek.
“Oh, my word, there’s no way,” she says.
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, yes way, my love. You were made for me, just as I was made for you.”
Sliding my cock through her silky folds, I line myself up and gently press forward. She’s so fucking tight. It takes everything in me not to come right here like a fucking teenager. Once the tip is inside, I pause to let her adjust and to give me a moment before I embarrass myself in front of my new wife.