Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(74)

I had to kiss him. And I damned sure wasn't going to wait for the preacher man to give me permission.

His arms were waiting when I flung myself into them a second later. We kissed like the whole sky opening up and blinding everything.

Kissed like love.

Kissed like death.

Kissed like we'd been through everything, full circle, and we'd do it all again. Over and over and over until our lives were over, or else our love was done.

And I knew what would come first.

As long as I lived, as long as I breathed, my heart would always belong to this to crazy, gorgeous, incredible man.

“Babe,” he whispered softly. “Look up. We've gotta finish to make it official.”

He kissed me again, more softly this time, and I finally noticed the insane cheers exploding around us.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, f*ck yeah!” at least a dozen brothers and prospects shouted in unison.

Bingo stood up next to Grandpa and howled, temporarily going werewolf, instead of just wolf hound.

“Okay, okay,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Let's do this. I'm ready.”

“Summer Olivers,” Preacher man said, a thin smile on his face. “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better and for worse...”

Come heaven.

Come hell.

Come the end of everything and the start of it again.

Preacher man finished, while my mind imagined the last few lines, my heart singing loud. Joker, and the entire world had their eyes on me.

Smiling, I finally said it, forcing it out through raw emotion twisting my tongue. “I do.”

“Then, by the power invested in me by the Deadly Pistols MC and the state of Tennessee...”

I never heard the rest. We kissed so hard it was like a tornado swept through my body, rattled my bones, and left me moaning into his mouth.

Luckily, a new wild roar in the crowd covered up the last part. But there was no hiding the way he picked me up, swung me around in his big, strong arms, and dug his hands into my ass, pulling me in.

I didn't even care about hiding it, and neither did my brand new husband.



*

“There's history in these grounds, boys and girls,” Dust said, a couple hours later, after we'd stuffed ourselves on drinks and the finest barbecue in Dixie. “You know my great, great granddaddy drilled his regiment in the Civil War here? Come out here with a metal detector, and you'll find all kinds of shit. Stuff that makes you think...”

We were gathered in a circle with all the brothers, me leaning drunkenly on Joker's shoulder, while his Prez gave us a history lesson.

God, these men were full of surprises. I'd have never guessed the cold, fierce Dust was such a history buff, but he kept going, even when half the guys were laughing to themselves, their eyes glazing over.

It seemed like he was the only one here without a date. I'd heard rumblings about the drama between him and Firefly's sister, Hannah. Meg said she was supposed to be his date tonight, but the girl was missing, leaving him the only man in the club who wasn't paired up with an old lady or one of the strippers from the Heel.

Firefly stood next to us, brooding the entire time. Cora kept leaning in sweetly, whispering in her man's ear. Eventually, he relented, relaxing just enough to smile at her, and wrap a possessive hand around the bump growing in her belly.

I'd missed that with Joker when I was pregnant. But I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before he gave me another baby. Next time, we'd experience everything together.

Jesus.

Everything.

He turned to me slowly, and we shared another intense look. Probably the thousandth that night.

Joker leaned in, ignoring the nitty-gritty war stories Dust described, whispering in my ear. “That dress is coming off, babe. Less than an hour. Then you're gonna get pounded so f*ckin' hard you'll think you married a damned jackhammer.”

Holy shit. I smiled, kissed him, trying to stop more filthy promises from spilling out of his mouth.

My body couldn't take it. My nipples were like stones underneath my bra, begging to be teased.

Truly, every inch of me wanted out of this dress. It wanted to be naked, sweaty, and wrapped around him while he reminded me what ecstasy really meant.

A couple men over, Grandpa Taylor yawned, rubbing his eyes. Tinman had taken over holding Alex, giving him sips from a juice box when he reached out his little hands.

“Shit. The old man's getting tired,” Joker said, pulling away from me reluctantly. He stepped up, guiding me along by the hand. “Lion, Tin, get him back to the home. We'll take the kid from here.”

“You got it, Veep.”

Tin passed Alex into my arms, while Joker watched Lion take the handles to his grandfather's chair. The old man seemed to perk up when he rolled by us, tugging on the brother's sleeve.

“Wait.” They came to a full stop. “Jackson, I gotta say, I never thought I'd see you happy again after that night the evil bullshit went down. All these years I've had on this Earth, boy, and I've never been happier I was wrong.”

“Me, too, grandpa,” Joker growled, leaning in to give the old man a warm hug.

I watched with a smile on my face, rocking Alex as he whined for more juice. “There, there, little man. Someday you'll be old enough to appreciate all of this.”