Page 24 of Kneeling to Candy

“Shots. Get your shots,” a drink server shouts as she moves through the crowd with her tray.

Candy grabs two test tubes with some weird looking blue liquid and hands one to me. I’m already countless drinks into the night, but I don’t hesitate taking the shot from her. We clink tubes and throw them back. The sugary drink is not to my liking, yet it goes down easily.

I throw some bills at the server, and Candy grabs two more. Again, we toast and drink.

The song changes to something more upbeat. Candy twerks her ass at me in a come hither way, making my cock drool in my boxers. She’s making it hard to behave in public. If I didn’t know any better, I’d guess she knows what she’s doing to me. Tempting me until I beg to be balls deep inside of her. And I’m not above begging.

A ballsy douche canoe in a yellow polo shirt tries to move in on my woman, forcing himself between the two of us.

Not a fucking chance.

“Piss off,” is all Candy gets to shout at the grabby prep boy before I grab him by the back of his collar, yanking him away from her. I move too fast for him to react as I swing him around and release my grip. He flies back on his ass, too drunk to do anything but stare wide-eyed up at me.

“Come near her again, and I’ll break all your bones,” I threaten the prick.

The idiot quickly nods his head before scrambling to his feet, leaving the dance floor.

Familiar arms circle my neck. I return my attention to Candy. A wide smile on her round face has her apple cheeks popping out. Too fucking cute.

“Oooo,” Candy teases, hiccupping. “Butch is getting possessive.”

“Getting?” I smile, showing her all my teeth as I pull her tight against me. “Already there, sweetness.”

Candy spins in my arms, her ass taunting my dick again. “Touch me,” she says loud enough for me to hear over the pounding music.

Like I could deny her anything.

My hands run from her hips, over her rib cage, and cup the underside of her heavy breasts. She throws her arms behind my neck, pushing her tits into my waiting hands. Unable to resist, I pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress as I grind against her ass.

Candy laughs, turning in my arms to face me. “Naughty biker boy.”

“You have no idea,” I husk against the delicate shell of her ear, cocking my hips forward. She gasps when she feels my rigid dick brush against her sex through her dress.

“Fuck, that’s big.” Candy licks her lips.

I’m about to suggest we go back to the hotel room for her to check it out when a group of loud women pushes into our bubble. The ringleader wears a plastic tiara on her head with a white veil and pageant sash over her shoulder reading, “Bride To Be.”

The bridal party dances around us, laughing and sucking drinks down through penis straws. It’s annoying as hell, but I restrain myself from telling them to get lost when I see Candy laughing and dancing along with the other women. I know she’s been missing the other MC women back home at headquarters—I won’t interfere with a bit of girl time if it makes her happy. She’ll be all mine by the end of the night. I’m sure of it.

One bridesmaid has a party basket, tossing things out to the crowd. One of the mystery items hits me in the chest, and I catch it in my hand before it hits the dance floor.

A Ring Pop.

Laughing, I rip open the package and pull out the pink sucker on a ring. As I go to stick it in my mouth, the light catches on the edges of the candy prism, and I see Candy in the multiple sugar facets.

I look up, my eyes landing on the woman of my dreams, bouncing happily in the center of the ring of women. Her pink hair swirls around her in soft tendrils, giving her a celestial appearance.

Something stirs in me, awaking a need I thought I had under control.

“Mine,” I growl under my breath, transfixed by Candy.

If I go another day without claiming her as my old lady, I may do something desperate, like handcuff us together and throw away the damn key. I need to make her mine—like right now.

And sex isn’t what I want. No. I. Want. Her.

I’ve resisted making a move on Candy for a year, giving her the time to work on herself in therapy and figure out what she wanted to do with her life. It was hard to deny myself from begging for her to pick me, but I managed for her. You do shit like putting your own needs aside when you love someone. And I’ve fallen to my knees for this woman, waiting dutifully.

Yet standing here, holding a ring and seeing her blissfully happy, has me going primal.

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