Beyond the Horizon (Sons of Templar MC #4)(86)

So for once, I spoke up. “Yes, I think we should begin,” I responded firmly.

Asher’s hands squeezed mine.

And in a few short minutes, there began the happiest moment of my life. The moment Asher’s lips claimed mine and we were man and wife.

Lucky let out a whoop from beside us, the man who married us jumping in fright.

“Okay, we’re hitched,” he exclaimed, slinging his arms around our shoulders. He glimpsed at me. “You look beautiful darlin’,” he told me, laying a gentle kiss on my cheek. He pulled back. “Now it’s time to party!”

I looked over at Bex, who was wiping her eyes and beaming at me.

“I love you” I mouthed, not being able to move from Lucky’s firm embrace.

“I love you too,” she mouthed back.

“No party,” Asher growled.

Lucky stepped back, hand on his heart as if Asher had just thrust a dagger through it.

“No party?” he repeated like a kid getting told he wasn’t allowed dessert. “You get married all cloak and daggers, swear me to secrecy under the penalty of death and now you say no party?”

Asher’s hard gaze didn’t waver. “No party,” he repeated firmly.

I knew why he was saying that. Because of me. Because he knew how I would do being the center of attention at a rowdy party at the clubhouse. I didn’t think it was possible, but I loved him even more in that moment. I knew that club celebrations were part of the lifestyle. They did everything together, as a family. They may have lived a hard life, a misunderstood life, but when it came to celebrating that life, they didn’t screw around. I opened my mouth to speak, but Lucky beat me to it.

“That might be hard considering I didn’t blanch at the death threat uttered to me because I’m as brave as a lion,” he gave me a cheeky grin, “and I love a good party. So there may or may not be a club full of very expectant people waiting back at the clubhouse to toast to Mr. and Mrs. Breslin.” His bravado trailed off toward the end as Mr. Breslin’s glare got more withering.

“For f*ck’s—” he grit out.

I put my hand on his arm. “I think what my husband is trying to say, Lucky, is thank you,” I interrupted Asher, feeling a flutter at calling him, my husband.

Lucky grinned. “Awesome.” He gave me a once over. “I’ll take this one in the cage,” he jerked his head to Bex, who stiffened slightly, “and you take your bike.”

I smiled slightly at the fact the dress my mom picked out was suitable for the back of a Harley.

“See you there, kids, don’t take too long.” Lucky winked at us and clutched Bex’s hand, dragging her off while she hissed in his ear.

Asher yanked me flush with his body, stroking my hair. “We don’t have to go, flower,” he began softly.

I put my finger over his lips. “Yeah, we do,” I replied. “That’s your family. My family now, too. I want to,” I told him firmly

He frowned for a moment before his face cleared and he regarded me. “If it gets too much, promise you’ll tell me?” he said firmly.

I kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I promise. But it’s already too much,” I murmured against his mouth. “But that’s a good thing,” I continued.

Asher made a sound in his throat and kissed me, not lightly.





Asher toyed with the simple, yet beautiful square cut vintage diamond on my finger.

“You happy, Mrs. Breslin?” he asked quietly.

I turned my head up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I replied simply. “I never thought it would be possible to be this happy ever again,” I whispered.

Asher stroked my head. “I didn’t think this kind of happiness even existed, babe. Being able to call you my wife, nothing’s ever tasted sweeter on my tongue, apart from your *,” he said in a low voice.

I squirmed, even though we had just thoroughly consummated our marriage, many times. We started in Asher’s small room in the clubhouse. That was after we had a huge and boisterous welcome from a massive, intimidating crowd when we arrived. I’d swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled brightly at them all, taking all the congratulations and gruff well wishes in stride. Asher hadn’t let me go the entire time. Not until Gwen and Amy had both descended on me with tears in their eyes.

“I can’t believe you got married,” Gwen squealed when she let me go.

“And that you didn’t tell us,” Amy added with a grin. “Good call. Biker weddings are the hardest things to plan, trust me,” she said seriously, looking over to her husband with a small grin.

“I can’t believe you got married,” Gwen repeated.

Amy gave her a look. “Are your batteries malfunctioning?” she asked. “We got that memo. Plus, the dress is divine.” She touched the fabric. “You are divine. Asher’s right to lock this down. You’re stunning, honey, though we knew that already.”

I smiled shyly. “Thanks,” I replied.

Gwen beamed. “And you’re moving back to Amber, which means you can come back to the store,” she managed to get to complete sentences. “After the honeymoon,” she added hastily.

I laughed. “We don’t get much of a honeymoon. I’ve got class on Monday.”