poke holes through her shirt.
“I belong to you.”
I nod. “Damn right you do.” Then I look to her father. “You guys were planning a wedding, right?”
He looks scared but he nods.
“Well, there’s going to be a wedding, and we have your blessing, don’t we?”
“Ye—” He stammers, then finds the word he’s looking for. “Yes. You have my blessing.”
I loosen up on Kristina and she looks at her father. “Really?”
“Really.”
“So, let’s have a wedding.” I say and there’s cheers in the bar, then I bend down and kiss Kristina hard before I drop to my knee and pull out the ring I’ve been carrying around since that first night we had together.
“Baby. I’m no scholor. I may not be what you thought you wanted, but I know I’ll make you happy. So fucking marry me.”
“Is that a question?” She smiles, her eyes welling.
I tip my head back and forth. “It can be, as long as the answer is yes.”
“Yes.” She nods and I slip the ring on her finger, get on my feet, pick her up as she wraps her legs around my back and push her up against the wall, kissing her hard as I drive my dick between her legs, not caring that her father is standing behind us watching.
A little dry hump against the bar wall never hurt anyone.
I think that’s a bible verse.
At least it is in my bible.
13 | Kristina
The wind is whipping my hair around my neck, and the helmet is surely making short work of destroying my twisted updo Jillian spent an hour on this morning as she helped me dress for my wedding.
My wedding.
I still am having a hard time grasping that this is all real.
Wrath has one hand steering the bike while his other is wrapped around my calf, slowly caressing it as my white dress sits high on my thighs, flapping behind me in the wind.
The ceremony was everything I’d ever wanted and nothing like what I thought I’ve ever want.
We’re heading down the 403 and the day started out stormy but about an hour before the ceremony, the clouds parted and the sun came out with the perfect breeze coming from the east. I can still smell the white roses that were in my bouquet as I wrap my arms around Wrath, holding him tighter as I lay my cheek on his shoulder, smelling his spicy scent mixed with the leather from his vest.
I’m a little tipsy from the champagne we had at the Ride or Die for our reception. It was wonderful. All the club members, some of their friends and family all came to celebrate with us. I could barely keep track of all their names, but they took me in, as well as my father and Jillian, like we were family.
Wrath didn’t drink because he knew he would be taking me on his bike after the party and I’ve never known this sort of safe, nurtured feeling before. He’s rough with me, and I like that as well, but the way he seems to always be two steps ahead of any danger or misstep doesn’t make me feel oppressed—instead, I feel precious.
And what girl doesn’t want to feel precious?
We ride for a while, the shops and gas stations on the side of the highway turn to oaks and pines and corn fields and I wonder where we're headed.
Wrath finally takes an exit toward Remington, an upscale suburb outside of Scottsdale. A few minutes later we pull into the Bellington Estates Assisted living and Memory Care facility, where he parks the bike and helps me off the back.
“This is a strange place for a wedding night.” I smile as he takes off the helmet he makes me wear, even though he doesn’t wear one himself. I’m going to work on that, because now that I’ve found him, I want as many years as I can with him.
“Yeah. Little role play. We're in the home together is one of my kinks.” He sniffs and smacks me on the rear before he grabs my hand and we start to walk toward the front entry.
There’s vines and stunning landscaping all around the building, which looks like a stone and stucco mansion. As we approach, there’s even a doorman who opens the glass door and nods at Wrath.
“Good to see you again, Mr. Phillips. Seems you’re having a special day.” He’s about two inches shorter than me, with a kind, round face and a midsection to match, dressed in burgundy blazer and