and forget about the rest of the day." He looped his arm under her head and brought her to his chest. "I'll rest for five minutes, and we'll go at it again."
"We can't be rude. You're the one who invited everyone over." She kissed his nipple. "I need to shower before the others get here."
He lifted his arm, glanced at his watch, and exhaled, still trying to catch his breath. "We've got a couple of minutes."
"Oh, shit." She sat up in bed and crawled over him. "I'll be in the bathroom. You make up an excuse for why I'm not out there with you."
He slowly rolled up into a sitting position. "I'll tell them we were fucking, which is what I'm supposed to do on my wedding day. Maybe they'll take the hint and leave early."
She gathered clean clothes, more comfortable for a barbecue in the yard in celebration of their wedding. "You can't do that."
Rushing out of the room, she disappeared across the hallway. He went to the dresser, found one of his shirts, and cleaned his dick. Tossing the dirty laundry in the basket in the corner of the room, he went to the closet and picked out a pair of clean jeans.
As he was tying his boots, the house rumbled from the parade of motorcycles approaching the house. He slipped his Tarkio vest on and walked out of the bedroom.
Knocking on the bathroom door, he yelled, "Company, sis."
"I'm almost dressed," she yelled through the door.
He went out to the living room and peered through the window. Behind at least a hundred Tarkio members who came to the party to celebrate the wedding, a caravan of pickups headed toward the house. Each one loaded with furniture.
Tired of living in a house with only a bed, he was going to make sure his wife had everything she needed.
Chapter 36
Twyla
Several large sheet cakes with white frosting and baby-blue roses splattered along the edges sat on the oblong table erected in the front yard. Twyla locked gazes with Angie, then curled in front of Whip and whispered, "What's my sister doing here?"
Whip's eyes scanned the crowd and came back to her. "You don't have any family members here. I had Ringtail invite her."
"I can't deal with her today." She pressed her lips together. "It's our day."
"If she doesn't behave, I'll take care of her." He kissed her upturned lips. "Just enjoy yourself."
"I'm your wife." She warmed, already wanting him again.
He chuckled. "My old lady."
She kissed him again. "I'm starving."
"They're waiting for you to cut the cake." He patted her ass.
She stepped toward the table and glanced at him. "You know a lot about weddings. Are you sure you weren't married before?"
At the courthouse, he never hesitated when they filled out the permit to get married. She was his first. He was her first.
"Tarkio is big. I've been to a few weddings, but mostly the parties afterward." He stood beside her. "Make sure I get a corner piece on that cake. I need all that frosting to keep up my strength. I have more to do today."
The knife shook in her hand, only imagining what he planned to do to her. "Do your plans include me?"
He put his arm around her lower back and squeezed her hip. "As soon as possible."
She cut the first piece and gave it to him. Once she finished slicing another piece, Josie, Faye, and Nicole stepped forward and took over the job of feeding the others.
Catching sight of Amy standing underneath the clump of birch trees with Brandy and Lynette, she reached out for Whip's vest. "You invited my friends from work?"
"I thought you'd like them here. Plus, a guy named John from Aunt Jean's Pie Shoppe made the cakes for you." He kissed her forehead, taking her plate from her. "Go ahead and go see them. We need to get this party moving, so they'll all go home."
"I'll be quick." She hurried around the table and weaved her way through congratulations and hugs from everyone attending the party.
Never having a reliable home life, she'd refrained from going out with her coworkers. To have them here meant a lot to her.
Amy hugged her. "Congratulations! How was the wedding?"
"Quick." She looked down at her shirt and shorts. "It took the Justice of Peace five minutes to make it legal, but it was perfect for us."
"I'm happy for you." Amy looked around and grinned. "I think we've stepped into a biker rally."
She laughed. "You'll get used to them."
Brandy leaned