A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters #3) - Sam Crescent Page 0,77
him. Who he could ever love more.
Bear held her close before taking her hand and placing it inside Preacher’s, and they stood together.
“You look beautiful.”
“So do you.”
“I was going more for devilishly handsome.” He winked at her.
“I was thinking more hot, sexy biker, but I like it. I’m going for the whale look.” She put a hand on her stomach. “You think I pull it off?”
“No, you don’t. You pull off Preacher’s woman a hell of a lot better.”
The priest cleared his throat and Preacher listened with half an ear. He was too busy watching his woman and how admiring how stunning she looked. Everything about her would soon belong to him, and he couldn’t fucking wait to claim her. Every last part of her.
They both spoke their vows, promising to love, honor, and respect each other. Those were the vows they wrote for each other. When the time came to kiss the bride, Preacher had never been more impatient to do so. The moment he did, the crowd went nuts. The priest stayed for as long as he was able.
Beer was already flowing, the music blasting on high.
Anne rushed toward her and hugged her close. “I’m so happy for you. For both of you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’ll treat my girl right?”
“I will treat her the best way possible.” Preacher gripped the back of her neck, tilting her back so he could kiss her. “Now, I think it’s time I danced with my wife.”
That would be something he was going to have to get used to. His wife. My wife. It didn’t matter how many times he said it, it still seemed surreal.
He took Robin in his arms as it didn’t matter where he danced with her, only that she was in his arms, his wife, his everything.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I can’t believe we’re married. It seems like all of this is happening to someone else.”
Anne was taking care of Bethany with Bear’s help. Bear had finally decided to come around to having a grandkid and was making up for lost time. Meanwhile, he knew Anne was looking for a way to divorce Elijah. She’d come to him for help but asked for him to keep it quiet until she knew more. What she didn’t want was for Elijah to do something crazy or insane.
With his wife in his hands, Preacher didn’t let her go. Not even when Bear and Dog wanted to dance with her. He simply held her close, refusing to give her a chance to go.
They enjoyed some cake, listened to a couple of bad speeches, and finally, by the end of the night, Preacher was able to take her home.
He took her back to their home, picked her up in his arms, and carried her over the threshold. He made her keep her arms tight around his neck as he locked the door, wanting no interruptions. He took her to the stairs, and then up to their bedroom, where he placed her gently on the bed. Tucking some hair back from her ear, he smiled down at her. She gripped his face and kissed him hard. They both held each other tightly, and he didn’t want to let her go.
“There’s something I want you to know.” He dropped her hands off him.
“Preacher?”
He moved to the closet and removed his jacket. He’d already folded it up and he moved toward the bed. “This is yours.”
“I don’t understand. This is your leather cut.” She stroked her fingers over the patch marking it as his.
He took her hand. “I’m willing to give it all up. For you, for our son, for Bethany. I want us to have a good life. A life where you don’t have to worry about every single knock. I can leave at any time. We can set up a new life together. The four of us.”
She shook her head. “You want to do all of that for me?”
“I hope you realize exactly what I’m willing to do for you. Not a moment goes by when I don’t think about all the things you could have and what I want you to have.”
“Preacher, I … no,” she said. “This is your cut. This is your life. I didn’t marry you for you to walk away from this. This is who you are and I accept and love you for you. Not for some cut, or some patch.” She went to her knees before him. “You’re so going to have to help me up.”