Page 42 of Hunter

“’Bout fucking time,” I muttered, making her laugh.

“Five days, caveman.”

That was how long it took her parents to hightail it back home. “Five whole fucking days, sunshine.”

She patted my chest and peered up at me through her lashes. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

In the blink of an eye, she was on her back with my body hovering over hers. “How about you make it up to me right now?”

Before she could reply, someone started pounding on my door.

“I let you talk me out of spending the night together, Hunter,” her mom yelled. “But she needs to get ready for the wedding, so hand her over!”

I cursed, wishing she was one of my brothers so I could tell them to fuck off.

“She’s right,” Sadie whispered with another cute giggle. “Besides, I want you to be surprised when you see me walk down the aisle.”

“Fuck,” I grumbled. “Fine. But this is the last time I let you go.”

“I’ll see you in a few hours.”

My expression and tone were fierce when I replied. “And you’ll belong to me. No one else.”

“Hunter!” her mom yelled again.

“Be right there, Mom!” Sadie called back.

Sighing, I rolled off my soon-to-be wife and let her climb out of bed. She quickly dressed in a pair of sweats, then flitted around the room gathering her shit while I dragged on a pair of jeans. When she had everything, she started for the door, but I captured her hand and dragged her back against me, taking her mouth in a kiss that came from the depths of my soul. By the time I let her go, she was trembling and dazed, lost in a cloud of lust.

“See you at the altar, sunshine.”

Sadie’s mom glared at me when I finally opened the door, but I just stared back at her, completely unrepentant.

She huffed in annoyance, but her lips curled up into an amused smile as they turned away.

A couple of hours later, I was pacing in the open, grassy area behind the club where we’d decided to hold the ceremony.

“Wow,” Molly chirped when she saw me. “You clean up good, Hunter.”

My eyes darted around for Maverick in case he took a swing at me. Didn’t matter that I wasn’t the one who said it. We weren’t exactly rational when it came to our women.

Relieved when I didn’t spot him, I frowned at Molly. “You trying to ruin Sadie’s wedding day?”

“Of course not!” Molly protested with a scowl.

“Then don’t say shit that could get my face messed up before she walks down the aisle.”

“I see your point,” she conceded with a chuckle. “It’s still true, though.”

I glanced down at my dark pants and loose white shirt. It was casual by a lot of standards but definitely a step up for me. I hadn’t worn a suit unless an assignment called for it since I left the FBI.

Sadie had asked me if I was going to wear something formal, but I tossed the idea out real fast.

I’d told her that she was marrying me…not a fucking tux. I followed that up by backing her into a wall and growling that she could wear nothing at all if she wanted—but the dress wouldn’t last long either way.

The back door to the club opened again, banging against the wall as a woman marched outside. Her expression was fierce as she looked around, then her eyes widened as she took in the decorations, chairs, and reception setup.

“Hi,” Molly greeted her with a smile. “Can I help you?”

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