Page 56 of Never Wed an Outlaw

“Bullshit. You like it dirty, woman. And you ain't sharing me with anyone. I'm giving up all the pussy on the planet for you, darlin', and I'm dead serious about it.”

She turned, subtly moving her hip against my cock, just enough for me to notice without anybody else seeing. The prospects stood near the walls, whispering among themselves, shocked to hell that they were about to see the Prez tie the knot.

“Hmm, such a sacrifice.” She narrowed her eyes, sweet sarcasm dripping off her tongue. “Guess I'd better make sure I keep you happy and well fed. Because if you go rogue while I'm wearing this ring...”

She lifted one hand to her throat, flattened it, and made a swift cutting motion.

Smiling, I watched her eyes soften, the jealousy fading. The hunger in those beautiful blue gems of hers matched mine. I held a louder, lust charged growl in my throat, tightening my grip on her hand, ready to lead us down to the preacher.

“Darlin', if I was that kind of fool, we wouldn't be doing this. I'll die before I hurt you. Now, come on. You can serve me another helping of that fine ass upstairs, as soon as we're done.”

“And do you,Daniel Grayson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to cherish, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Preacher man looked at me, his spectacles as honest and questioning as the eyes of God.

“No question,” I said, squeezing Hannah's fingers in mine. “I do. I will. I promise.”

The prospects stirred in the seats behind us, their excitement getting to them. I knew if I spun around, I'd see four crazy smiles, big as the Tennessee sunset. Only regret I had about this was doing it without my brothers there, too, or my Ma.

She'd forgive me when she found out I'd taken a bride. If she didn't, then she'd damned sure get over it when the first grandbaby came along.

Preacher man didn't stop for anything. I took my eyes off him and looked straight into my woman's soul while he turned his attention to her, several thousand books lined up around us on the high shelves mirrored in his glasses.

“And do you, Hannah Davis, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer –“

“I do!” she shouted, her hands trembling in mine when the words burst out. “You don't need to finish. I don't need riches or perfect health, to convince me to marry this man. I just need Dusty because he's right, and because he's mine.”

I quirked an eyebrow. She said that last word with such wild fuckin' vigor it nearly beat my own. I'd have to take her ten times harder tonight for that.

Preacher man paused and smiled. He looked up from his Bible, giving me the same look I'd seen him give my brothers when they'd gotten wed.

“Then by the power invested in me by the great state of Tennessee, and the trust given by the Deadly Pistols Motorcycle Club, I am honored to pronounce you husband and wife. Please, kiss the bride.”

Like we needed any encouragement. The prospects whooped and hollered while our mouths connected, explored, and claimed each other the same way I hoped they'd do for the rest of our lives.

Hannah always tasted good. Up here, at this makeshift altar, she tasted like heaven itself crawled out of her, onto her lips.

Didn't want to take my mouth off hers, but I had to, just to say one more thing gnawing me deep down. “I love you, darlin'. Love you like I've never loved anything, and always will 'til the day I die. Nothing will ever, ever,everfuckin' change that. I'm saying it today, in front of everyone, because I want to remember it when the times get rough. I want this love banging in my chest twenty-four seven, louder than my own heart.”

“Dusty – I love you, too!” she purred, staring at me like she had a lot to say, too.

I never let her get that far.

Taking the ring, I shoved it on her finger, and smiled when I saw the perfect fit. Sometimes things are meant to be, and the world gives up a hundred signs confirming it.

This was one of those days. Perfectly imperfect.

Soon, my lips joined hers again, and this time they didn't stop. We were still kissing while I scooped her up in my arms, and headed for the stairs. We left behind preacher man and the prospects cheering us on. They were smart enough to have a few drinks and keep watch while we got some quality time.

Sweet, merciful fuck, we needed it, too. If anythinginterrupted us before late morning tomorrow, dragging me away from my wife's beautiful body, I'd morph into the meanest, craziest motherfucker anybody ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on.

“I meantwhat I said down there, Danny. I really do love you,” she whispered, the soft glow flickering around us.

We stood next to that big bed of hers, completely naked, my hand stroking between her legs. She'd soaked herself for me before I laid a single finger on her.

My cock pressed against her little belly, rabid to seal the deal we'd just done the only way a man and woman should. We'd have a proper honeymoon after we dealt with Dom and his assholes. 'Til then, we'd have the most electrifying sex anybody ever had.

“I know you mean it, darlin'. We've fought this thing between us longer than we should've. Never been so glad to lose a battle in my life.” I pulled her face to mine, taking another kiss, stroking my tongue on hers to taste Hannah's sweetness.

“Before today, I was afraid to let on how much I felt it,” she said, slowly closing her eyes, moving her cheek against my hand. “Didn't know how much I meant to you, how much you meant to me. It's so sudden, but it's right.”

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