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“We have something to give you, but we need to wait for Slice,” Sarah said.

“Yes, and we’ll hurry because I remember how long the reception seems when all you want to do is get your husband alone,” Remi said.

Her sisters snickered, and then Jesse laughed. “Oh, you sound all put upon, but we remember you and War went at it during your reception against the barn wall outside.”

Remi blushed and then chuckled. “Sue me for thinking my man is so friggin’ hot. Let’s face it. Bluff Creek doesn’t seem to attract any ugly bikers, and for that, I’m grateful. I can put up with a lot of his crap since he’s so handsome.”

Faith giggled and had to agree. Slice being so sexy and sweet with the kids did seem to help make up for when he’d had chili with beans and his farts could bring tears to her eyes.

Slice laid a plate of cake in front of Faith and a bottle of water, then sat down beside her.

“I don’t know whether to be worried or excited that you’re all sitting here. Is this some hazing of the newly married to make sure you all have Faith’s back if I step out of line?” Slice asked.

“It wasn’t but that’s a fantastic idea for us to add for future weddings,” Winnie said.

“Because Ariel and Pit weren’t able to make it, they wanted to get you a present that would tell you how happy they are for you and that you’re a part of the Saint’s Outlaws family, too,” Beth said, handing them an envelope.

Faith was apprehensive about opening it, but Slice took it and pulled the papers out. He unfolded the papers in front of them so they could both read them.

Faith couldn’t believe what she was reading. It was a termination of parental rights signed by Micah and Isaiah’smom, along with a second piece of paper with her requesting that Micah and Isaiah be adopted by Faith and Gabriel Willard.

Faith grabbed Slice’s arm to ground herself. Was this really happening? Slice folded that paper back and saw adoption papers signed by a judge.

Her one worry had been wiped out with these papers. The boys could never be taken from them. They would be a family. The last page was adoption papers for Michael and Deborah, just waiting on Deborah’s and their signatures.

“This is the greatest present we could have received,” Slice whispered.

Faith nodded, with tears seeping from her eyes. Deborah, Micah, and Isaiah were beside them, and Deborah threw her arms around them.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” she asked.

Faith turned. She and Slice pulled the kids into their arms. “Because we’re an official family now according to the State of Kansas. I’m so happy. These are happy tears.”

Having Slice’s arms around her and the kids told Faith more than the ceremony and more than the words they’d said that she finally had the family she’d always dreamed of.

Slice danced with his bride. The kids had gone home with family members to stay the night. Faith thought they’d be headed for their house, but Slice had been dreaming from the very first timehe knew Faith was the one, about having Faith in his room at the clubhouse.

He’d asked Beth and Jesse to arrange everything in their room that Faith might need. But he’d decided to change his plans a little when his wife had mentioned Remi and War going at it at their reception against a wall.

He’d left to visit the bathroom earlier but had really taken a quick trip outside to the garage and ensured it was cleaned up enough that he could lift Faith onto the table or against one of the walls and make her dreams come true.

He was all for fucking her against a wall, but it wasn’t going to be outside in 26-degree weather. He would worry, despite how hot his wife was, that his balls would suck back up into his body for warmth.

He led her around the floor, then, as they got close to the door, he danced her out the door and onto the concrete driveway out front.

“C’mon, babe,” he said, leading her into the garage and locking the door behind him.

He claimed her lips, kissing and nipping until she was moaning and grinding against him. He almost forgot what he planned as all the blood rushed to his dick. His woman was so friggin’ hot. Hell, he was half-hard most of the time.

“You choose, wife. Am I fucking you against the wall or with you on the counter?” he asked.

“Wall?” she asked tentatively. No matter how many times he told her he loved all her curves, especially her jiggly ass, she worried she was too heavy. He’d spend the next forty to fifty years reminding her how much he loved each luscious inch of her.

He kissed her, then directed her to get her boots and jeans off while he did his. He finished first and ran his hand up and downhis hard cock while he watched his wife’s mound and thighs come into his view.

When she stood up, he smiled and walked up to her. “Hands on my shoulders,” he directed.

Faith complied, and he grasped her thighs, lifting her and leaning her against the wall. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, feeling the wetness that soaked him.

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