Page 1 of Riding Through Life

Chapter

One

AFTERMATH

Kensi looks exquisite in the leather skirt, black high-heeled boots and a sheer white top over a black bra that shows her flat stomach, which she’s wearing just for me. My heart skips a beat when Kensi’s multi-colored eyes are pinned on me as she sways her hips to the seductive music pumping through the speakers in our bedroom.

Sitting on our king-size bed, I swallow hard when Kensi saunters across the floor and kneels between my spread legs. She leans forward, giving me a glimpse of her ample cleavage making my mouth water. This woman has challenged me from the beginning of our story, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Kensi is the Yin to my Yang. My mother adores her, my club members cherish her and the other Ol’ Ladies love her.

I stop Kensi’s strip tease before I lose my will, and she takes over my ways. “Kensi, hold on for a second.” Grabbing her arms to halt her forward progress of grinding on my aching shaft, I kiss her slowly to stop the sting of my words.

“What’s wrong?” Kensi is breathing hard, her chest rising and falling in rapid motion.

“Nothing’s wrong. I need you to stay still for a moment.” I growl when she starts moving her ass against me.

“I don’t want still, Mark. I need you.” Kensi responds breathlessly.

And by all that is holy and from the love of God, I restrain myself from having my wicked ways with her delectable body. I set her on the bed next to me.

“What’s going on?” Kensi asks, staring right at me making my heart beat hard against my chest.

I refrain from wiping the sweat forming on my brow and swallow hard. Gathering courage, I drop to one knee. “Kensi Donovan, I have been trying to find the right time to do this, but every time I get up the courage, something happens.” I pull the black ring box out of my pocket and open it. I stare at the simple but exquisitely beautiful ring before looking at her. “I’ve searched far and long for a woman who completes me. One who challenges me in every way and keeps me on my toes. One who understands the biker’s way of life and is willing to embrace it daily. You, Kensi Donovan, are the woman I’ve been searching for.” I turn the box around and look into her eyes, one blue and one green, swelling with tears. “Will you make me the happiest biker in the world and marry me?”

“Are you shitting me right now?” Kensi asks. A big smile lights up her face. I shake my head. “Is this for real?”

“One hundred percent real. So, will you?” Holding my breath waiting for her to answer, I steady my shaking hands.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes.” Kensi tackles me to the ground before I can put the ring on her finger. “I love you, Mark.”

“I love you, Kensi.”

Forgetting about the strip tease Kensi was giving me moments ago, I peel her clothes off and make love to my fiancée for the rest of the night.

Chapter

Two

KENSI

“I’m getting married!” I shout when I see Nadia with Matthew on her hip the next day in the kitchen at the Clubhouse. When she turns in my direction, I wiggle my left ring finger. I’ve never been subtle about anything and that isn’t going to start now. I’m loud, brash and full of life and won’t let anyone change that about me.

Last night after Aftermath proposed to me, he wouldn’t let me use my phone and call someone or leave the room. He made love to me all night long. In the shower, on the floor, in the bed, and even in the closet when I was trying to get dressed this morning. That man has made me come so many times through the night, I’m surprised I can walk today.

I don’t tell Nadia this though as she grabs my hand and a smile graces her lips. “Congratulations! When are you thinking?” Nadia asks.

“New Year’s Eve.” I’m so excited I doubt I’ll be able to concentrate on anything today and that won’t be productive for anyone.

“Wow, that’s like less than two months away. Are you sure you want something that quick?” Nadia asks, being the voice of reason.

“Definitely. It’s going to be simple, on a beach with just the Royal Bastards and my dad. I don’t need or want anything extravagant. I want to marry Aftermath and make him my husband as soon as possible.” I open the Pinterest app on my phone. “Besides I already have the wedding dress picked out, I’m going to ask Jezebelle to cater the food and I want you to be my Maid of Honor.”

I show Nadia the dress I have picked out. It’s a simple white gown that’s strapless and only goes to the middle of my thighs in the front, and long in the back that can wrap around my thighs when needed. I also found a pair of black strappy high-heeled sandals to match. When Nadia doesn’t say anything, I turn my attention to her instead of my phone. Her eyes are huge and her mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. “What’s wrong?”

Matthew’s little hand slaps the side of Nadia’s face. Good thing he did it so I didn’t have to. She shakes her head, her long blonde hair moving with it. “What?” she asks once she snaps out of her stupor.

“What?” I parrot back, confused.

“What did you ask me?” Matthew grabs Nadia’s hair and pulls. She gently tugs his hand away.

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