Wrath (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #7) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,32

she could die happy, knowing her son had found the kind of love she and her husband had.

Wrath was quiet as we left. Mounting us back on the bike and heading into downtown Remington where there are hotels and high-end shops. We passed Chanel, Jimmy Choo and then pulled into the The Regency, roaring into the parking lot and raising eyebrows all around.

Wrath marches us inside, where the marble floors gleam and a fountain nearly ten feet tall sprays water up before it falls down into an enormous koi pond, sprinkled with silver and copper coins thrown in as many a wish was made.

“Can I help you?” A surly old white fart greets us at the reception desk, giving Wrath the stink eye and me not much better.

That is not the way to start things off with Wrath.

“Checking in.”

“We don’t take walk in’s.” He replies, sounding bored and irritated. “Reservations are required and we do not have any open rooms.”

Wrath turns to me and I give him a sympathetic smile, knowing he was trying to do something special for us but our wedding was so last minute I know he didn’t have time to make arrangements.

“It’s okay.” I grab his arm and give it a squeeze. “We can find somewhere else.”

He leans down, kisses me hard, then reaches in his back pocket, pulls me next to him then slams his palm down on the marble counter, making the guy jump and the lobby goes quiet.

“Reservation for Henry Phillips.” He lifts his hand up. “This should cover it?” Laying on the counter is a neat stack of hundred-dollar bills, still wrapped in the bank wrapping with $5,000 printed on the white paper that holds the bills together. “You wanna start tapping on that keyboard? Or you want me to come behind there and do it for you?”

“Yes...” The man flusters and taps, then takes a deep breath and looks at me with a tight smile then back to Wrath. “Yes, Mrs. Phillips. Everything is ready. Two keys?”

Wrath nods. “Yep.”

From there, we are directed to a private elevator with all eyes on us as we walk through the lobby and disappear behind the brass doors.

“Ready to start your life with me?” Wrath turns to me, pushes the button to stop the elevator, and I wonder what he’s doing.

“Of course.” I hold up my hand with the engagement and wedding band on my ring finger. “I thought we sort of agreed to that already.”

“Yeah, we did. But, you see how things are? I’m me.” He pinches his vest where it’s hanging open and pulls it apart a few inches, then lets it go. “You see how that guy acted? I’m not going to change. You’re going to have to realize, I’ll take care of us, I’ll be the husband you need and the father our children deserve, but society isn’t going to look at me that way. I’m always going to be on the outside of a lot of things. Looked down at by a lot of people.”

“Do you care about those people? About those things?”

He screws up his face, shaking his head. “Fuck no. If I have you, I have my family, Heartlands and otherwise. All I need.”

“Then let’s get started.” I move forward, pressing myself against him, running my hands down his chest and letting one go lower until I feel the steel length of his cock on my palm and give it a squeeze. “Looks like someone is getting started without us.”

“Yeah, that motherfucker’s been out of his fucking mind for a year. Since the first day I saw you I lost all control of little Henry.”

I burst out with a laugh. “Little Henry!” I giggle as he reaches over and punches the button and the elevator ascends again. “He ain’t that little.”

Wrath nods. “Yeah.”

The doors open into a private suite that looks like a penthouse on Park Avenue.

I yelp as Wrath scoops up, sweeping me off my feet and carries me through the posh space into a massive bedroom and throws me on the bed, flipping my dress up and over my face as I giggle, and his hands pull me to the edge of the bed so my ass is almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.

I hear his belt buckle and I’m immediately soaking wet, knowing what’s about to happen. His mouth is on me in the next second, licking and sucking on my clit until I’m gushing and the tension in my belly is ready