Page 12 of Viva Wed Vegas

“No,” he affirms.

“Are you going to get hard looking at her?” I ask, pinning him with my gaze.

“Jesus Christ, Star,” Queenie tuts, while the other girls all laugh.

Ghost takes my hand in his and places it over his crotch. “Only ever hard for you,” he growls.

I feel his hard length beneath his jeans, and I squeeze it lightly before I force myself to take a step back. His hand drops from mine, and he removes the other from my throat.

“Go enjoy your bachelor party,” I state. He moves to step forward, but he stops himself, and I know if we didn’t have a full audience, he would be bending me over the couch. “And maybe I will catch you later,” I say dismissively, turning away from him. He grabs my hand and yanks me back to him, making a laugh escape me. As he holds me against his body, a smile plays on his lips.

“I will be seeing you later, and you will be sleeping in my bed,” he says assertively.

“Right!” Queenie yells. “That’s enough foreplay, thank you very much. Anymore and I will be bringing up my breakfast. It’s the night before your wedding, and you aren’t supposed to see each other, let alone fornicate,” she tuts, pulling Ghost away from me. I can’t help but laugh at the look he’s giving her.

“Queenie, I’m the President of the Black Hearts MC. If I want to be with my woman, I will be with my fucking woman,” he protests.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re the President of an entire country; for once you will do as you are told and respect the tradition,” Queenie snaps, chastising him like he’s a naughty toddler.

I bite down on my lip to try and control my laughter, but Ghost catches me, giving me a look that promises I will pay for laughing at him later.

Queenie practically shoves him out the door and locks it shut before she dusts off her hands and marches back over towards us. “There, now you can continue to practice before your hair and make-up.” She nods.

“Anyone else a little annoyed that their man didn’t come in and ask if it was okay to go to the strip club?” Maggie asks.

“Oh shush, you know they sent Ghost over to get a feel of how you all were feeling about it. They’ll know that if Star is okay with it, you will all be okay with it.” Queenie sighs as she sits down next to the playpen.

“Fair point.” Maggie shrugs.

“What, so I’m the crazy one?” I ask, offended. They give me a look, and I hold my hands up. “Alright, I get it. Point made,” I sigh, giving in.

CHAPTERFIVE

GHOST

We ridein a Hummer limousine to a casino that has a table booked for us for dinner. “This is pretty fucking cool, Pres.” Hap grins as he opens up the mini bar, pulls out a beer and hands it to me. I open it and take a long pull.

It’s good to be spending time with my brothers. We haven’t been able to party like this since before all the shit started going south. I had to laugh. They told us it was black tie attire, and not one of us is wearing that shit. We’re all dressed in black jeans and either white or black T-shirts. It’s as smart as you will get any of us. Each of us are still wearing our cuts, and they will just have to fucking accept us or turn us away. We are the Black Hearts MC, and we ain’t pretending to be something we aren’t.

“Cheers to you already being married,” I say, holding my bottle out to Spider.

He clinks his with mine. “And here’s to your future marriage.” He smirks. “Never in the entire time I have known you did I think you would get fucking married,” he states. “Or have a fucking kid.”

I shrug. “Things change,” I state as I look around at the rest of my brothers. “That much is obvious,” I add, gesturing to them.

“Shots!” Hawk yells, holding up a bottle of tequila.

“Ah, fuck no,” I groan.

“Not all things change,” Spider says with a grin.

“Groom and groomed,” Hawk states, pausing. “No, wait, that shit doesn’t sound right.” He shakes his head. “To be groomed and was groomed?” he asks himself out loud. “Nope, that ain’t it either. Ah, fuck it. To the Pres and Vice Pres, may this night remind you of the brotherhood you have and the life you had before you were shackled,” he toasts.

“You’re fucking shackled, just not fucking married, you dumbass,” Acid points out.

“Ahh, yes, I am shackled, and I quite like it. The only difference is, while I am not married, I still hold the key. These guys handed over their keys,” Hawk says in a slur.

“We’ve been out less than an hour, and you’re already fucked,” Beast states, shaking his head.

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