Jackal (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #12)- Frankie Love Page 0,25
of ceremony.
Conley is marrying us, which I find quite fitting, and I'm wearing my sister's wedding dress — something borrowed. We've invited our closest friends from the Heartlands. Maddox and Peaches will be there, and so will Ruby and Ranger, of course, Conley and Calico and a handful of others. But there will only be about 20 guests. And instead of a fancy dance party, we're having a dinner under the tree, where we are putting down our roots. Cheesy maybe, but I prefer to think of it as symbolic.
"So we're all set then, huh?” Jackal asks.
I say, "I think so. Did you make the playlist?"
He nods. "Yep, sure did. It’s filled with Elvis.”
"See, look at us. We're super organized. Who would have thought? Apparently, you can be young and still figure out a wedding."
Jackal laughs. "I knew we could do it. Hell, you and I, we can do anything." He squeezes my hand as we pull up to the house.
I lift my eyebrows. "Speaking of anything," I say, "since the wedding's all planned and set, I feel like I made a promise earlier."
Jackal laughs. "Girl, one thing I know about you, you never break your promises."
In the house, we strip from our clothes quickly and roll into bed. Jackal runs his hands over my body and I stroke his cock, loving the way he feels, loving him. We don't have to be married to know that, to know our promises will never be broken. He is mine and I am his. And somehow, we got that lucky.
He kisses me hard and my mouth opens; our tongues entwining, our fingers laced, our bodies joining as one. My legs wrap around him and I inhale his perfect smell. He makes me feel beautiful and desired and loved. He is pure man, all man and all mine. He breathes hot air in my ear and my spine tingles with pleasure. He enters me, filling me up in the most beautiful and perfect way; complete.
"I love you so much, Jackal," I tell him.
"I love you too, baby," he says, kissing me again. My body is on fire as he moves against me, making me feel at peace with whatever comes next in our lives. "I love you so much," he says. "So damn much."
We rock as one; my pussy wet as he takes control, running his hands over me, as he thrusts deep inside me. I let out a cry and he moves deeper inside me until I lose control, wrapping my arms around him, my fingers threaded through his hair, feeling both alive and lost in him.
"Remember when you said you were going to ruin me?" I pant as the orgasm runs over my body, through me, up and over us both.
"I remember."
"Well, you did ruin me for one thing," I say.
"What's that, love?" he asks.
"You ruined me for all other men, forever."
Epilogue 2
Jackal
Five years later…
I fell in love with Lydia the moment I laid eyes on her. I didn’t think I was good enough for the Heartlands sweetheart. It took a year to get the courage to ask for what I wanted. Her. And even then, it was her making the first move. She stepped out of her clothes, sitting on that rock bare naked with the sun setting behind her, looking like a goddess, like a queen.
If I knew it before, I knew it then — she was the only woman I would ever love. And five years later, there is no doubt in my mind, I had it right. She is more incredible than I could have imagined. And being her husband is the best thing in my life.
She walks into the kitchen in nothing but my tee shirt. Her tits looking so damn cute, her nipples poking through, her breasts round and full. And I can see her curvy ass from underneath the hem of my shirt. She's not wearing any panties.
"Fuck, baby," I groan, looking at her as I finish making the coffee. I step toward her, put my hands on her hips and lift her up on the counter.
"Good morning to me," she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. "Can you believe it's been five years?"
Our foreheads touch and I breathe her in. Her hair is as long and silky as ever. Her skin's tanned from the summer sun, freckles on her nose.
"Five years is a long time," I say.
"Not in the grand scheme of things though, is it?" she asks, pushing