Page 102 of Wrath

“Pol, you better put another one in there.” He smiles and reaches his other hand forward, clutching the patch in his fist. He waits for Polly to top him up before he clinks it against the one Raze is holding.

“Cheers, Prez.” He smiles, and I quickly wriggle my hand out of Aaron’s grip so I can run over and join them. I don’t know who to hug first so I grab them both, dragging Raze down to our dad’s level and squeezing them so hard they both moan.

“I can’t believe this happening. I got married today. You’re staying and you….” I slap my brother in the chest. “You said some real nice things.”

“Icanbe nice, ya know,” he assures me.

“Is this real? I’m scared I’m going to wake up and be back in that chapel, deciding whether I should run or not.” I laugh to myself, as tears of happiness stream over my cheeks.

“It’s real.” My husband joins us, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his cheek on my shoulder.

“And I wouldn’t look too happy about it. You got three very protective, overbearin’ men on your back, now,” he reminds me.

“You ain't nothing I can’t handle,” I assure them all. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m gonna dance with my husband, who…” I spin around and hold my finger up between us before he can argue. “...can’t refuse, because it’s a tradition.” Wrath shrugs at my dad and brother as I lead him onto the dance floor and, with his arms around my waist, we slowly sway to the music that's playing.

“Are ya happy?” he asks.

“The happiest I’ve ever been,” I assure him, stepping back and letting him twirl me around. “I still can’t believe you did all this.” I laugh and cry a little at the same time. “How did you plan an entire wedding without me noticing?”

“What can I say? You married a man of many talents.” He slides his tongue over his bottom lip and makes my clit pulse.

“Do you like the dress?” I look down at my own design, knowing from the way he’s been looking at me all afternoon that he’s desperate to get me out of it.

“I like it so much that I’m gonna feel real bad for ruinin’ it,” he whispers, keeping us moving to the music.

“You think anyone would notice if we snuck off, you know to consummate?” I tease him a little by brushing my lips over his neck.

“I wouldn’t care if they did. You’re my wife and I get to do what the hell like with ya.” He moves his hands lower and firmly cups my ass cheeks.

“We didn’t cut Alicia’s cake,” I point out, making sure our bodies remain tight together.

“They can cut it without us.” I feel his smile against my jaw as he kisses his way up to my ear.

“My brother and my father won’t be happy,” I tease a little more.

“I’ll take the consequences.” He almost knocks the wind out of me when he crouches slightly and hauls me up onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for comin’, everyone. It’s appreciated. But my wife is tired and it’s my duty to get her home to bed.” He ignores all the whoops and cheers that come from around us, and I avoid looking over to Raze and my father as he marches out the door, into the fresh air with me on his shoulders.

“You're crazy, everyone in there is gonna know exactly what we're doing,” I giggle as he races for the steps to the motel and places me back on my feet.

“Do ya care?” he asks with a mischievous grin on his face, and when I shake my head back at him, he kisses my lips and makes that pulse turn into a throb.

“You know this is your last night sleepin’ here?” he tells me as we climb the stairs to my room, “We’re married now. Your dad’s a fully-patched member and he’s goin’ nowhere, there’s no excuses for ya not to move into the houseboat.”

“I guess not.” I smile.

“First compromise of our marriage. Done.” He pushes open the door and lifts me back off my feet. Then lying me down on the bed, he pushes the bottom of my dress all the way up my legs and leaves soft kisses in its trail. “And now for the second…” He looks up at me with those bright blue eyes.

“And what's that?” I smile down at him dreamily.

“When are ya gonna let me knock ya up?”

“We should do this more often, bro.” I rest back against the deck chair and watch the sun come up on the horizon. The water laps gently against the side of the trawler and the salty, sea air fills my lungs.

“We got a bite yet?” Wrath asks, toking back on the blunt he just rolled. He’s more relaxed than I’ve seen him for weeks, which I know is mainly due to Cliff finally being dead. But I also think it’s because, right now, we’re doing his favorite kinda thing.

“I think we’d know if we had,” I chuckle, taking the blunt from between his fingers when he offers it to me.

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