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I hear my sister cackle and I shake my head as I take the pen from him and with his arm tightly around my waist, I sign where he’s pointing at the bottom of a rectangle paper with a pretty gold boarder then place my pen down and Cage says, “You too Kimmy, I want yours,” making her squeal and I grin because he’s not leaving her out which makes him smile back at me and my heart skips a beat.
We watch as she signs her name, then skips back to her spot on the couch, and I laugh before Cage cups my cheek and gently guides my face his way.
Our eyes lock, and I smile widely before I push up on my tiptoes and press my lips against his, feeling at home instantly, my bad day washing over me as he consumes me.
Cage holds me tightly as our tongues touch, and I melt into his embrace.
This man, he’s my forever, I just know it, and that thought, it doesn’t even scare me.
Chapter 7
Stone
I gently run my finger along Rose’s cheekbone as she sleeps soundly, and my heart beats fucking wild in my chest.
I fucking missed her while I was away. I itched to get back to her, fuck, I haven’t even been back to the clubhouse yet. My sole focus was to get to Judge Jones, then come here.
Rose sighs in her sleep as she moves her head into my hand and I smile. I didn’t expect to see her sister when I knocked on the door last night, or the third degree about not hurting Rose before she decided I was good enough for her sister. Okay, I did expect the third degree at some point, just not this soon.
I must admit, her being here was perfect. Instead of the judge having his receptionist sign as a witness, I got one better, her sister.
I’m hoping when Rose finds out, it’ll soften the blow.
I check the time and see it’s six in the morning, and I only have twenty minutes before I need to meet Judge Jones in his chambers, so he can file the certificate, and I look back at Rose, my black ring on my ring finger catching my attention.
When I’m not around her, I’ll wear it on my other hand until I break the news we’re married, but fuck, it feels good, not like my finger is going to turn purple and fall off like it had with Elsie.
The judge, while I was away, managed to grant the divorce and push it through, so where it would normally take a few months if uncontested, he got it done in two days, the confirmation coming through by email late last night while my girl snoozed on my chest.
He made sure it was secured so no other fucker can find it, but it happened. I finally got my fucking divorce, finally free from the bitch, only to marry Rose straight away, or well, will be married once I file the paperwork.
A week, I’ve known her just over a fucking week, and I married her, something people would call me crazy for but I know she’s my one.
Rose furrows her brows in her sleep before she slowly blinks, and I smile as our eyes connect.
“Hey, red,” I whisper, and she smiles sleepily and replies, “Hey you...”
“I’ve been called in at the club to do the roster,” I lie, “I know you’re spending the day with your sister, but I will be back tonight. I want you in my arms.”
Her cheeks heat before she asks, “Does that mean I have to return your shirt?”
I look over her delicious body that I licked all over last night before we lock eyes, and I admit, “I brought a spare,” and nod to my black t-shirt, and she relaxes a little.
I laugh, “Guess you didn’t want to give it back, huh?”
She shakes her head with a grin, and I chuckle before I lean forward and press my lips against hers, giving her a sweet kiss.
I gently lick her bottom lip and she opens for me, our tongues instantly tangling and all thought to meet the judge disappears. I slowly climb on top of my girl who wraps her arms around my neck and our kiss heats up, my cock twitching with excitement like he hadn’t had her twice last night. On instinct, I pull the sheets off Rose’s body knowing she has no panties on before I quickly undo my jeans.
Oh yeah, I’m definitely going to be late.
“You’re late,” Judge Jones says as I walk into his chambers an hour later, and I grin as I lift up the papers and admit, “I was a little busy with my wife.”
The older man's eyes light up as a big ass grin takes over his face, and he says, “Fuck yeah,” making me laugh.
Judge Jones, or Uncle Matty as we brothers call him, grew up with Dad and the rest of the older generation of the MC. He was offered a place, but he turned it down, wanting to become a lawyer and judge, but promised to always have the clubs back, and he has.
When he married Elsie and me, he wasn’t fucking happy, nah, he was furious, and for years he’s been begging me to let him file the divorce papers I had written up. So, when I called while on a club run, he was excited to say the least.
