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I heard a laugh behind me.
“He said he wanted us married. He didn’t say he wanted an invite.”
I turned to see Tori wearing a cute lacy dress in an off white colour, with a pair of ankle boots, and a single rose in her hand. Her short red hair was smoothed down, but had a few sparkly decorations in it.
“All set?” She was watching Ryder like she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was wearing black jeans, and a black shirt, with his cut. Actually he was dressed pretty much like each of his brothers, Reacher included. That must be what bikers opted for on a special occasion.
We all fell quiet as the short ceremony took place, and I admit to having a tear in my eye, as they were pledged to each other, and exchanged rings. Yeah, I could see me and Reacher doing the same, and I’d be proud to wear his ring. If I couldn’t wear his club tattoo, then at least I’d have that. I noticed that Tori’s dress was low cut enough to show off hers, and damn, I wanted one too.
Reacher
Itwaskindapretty,the whole wedding thing, and Ally hadn’t known it was happening. It was fun to keep it a surprise for her, and the surprises weren’t over yet.
When they were done, and Ryder was trying to kiss her face off, I caught Clive’s eye and he nodded. Once the congratulations were over, and the legal documentation was signed, Ryder had moved aside with his wife and old lady, and I grabbed Ally’s hand.
“Ready, woman?”
She turned to stare at me, her cute frown firmly in place.
“For what?”
I led her to Clive. “We’re next.”
“What?!” She pulled at my hand, and I turned to look at her.
“I told you I was gonna marry you.”
She glanced down at her skinny jeans and boots, which looked hot as fuck, and her off-the-shoulder top, in a light blue. She looked like a fucking goddess. Her thick blonde hair cascaded down her back, looking silky and fist-able. I only had to hope I wouldn’t get a boner in front of Clive.
“I’m not prepared, Reacher.”
“I am.”
“What about rings?”
I smirked then. “I told you, all prepared. Now will you shut your trap, and get on with it?”
As her soft laugh faded, Clive took over again, and repeated the ceremony for us, tying us together in the old fashioned way, with rings, and nonsensical vows. Our rings were platinum, and simple. Hers had my name on, and mine had hers. If we couldn’t have club tattoos, I was still marking her as mine.
Once it was all over, and we’d signed the papers, she turned and slapped my arm.
“You’re a dick for springing that on me like that, old man.”
I grabbed her chin and pulled her face close to mine.
“Really looking forward to making you pay for that one,wife.”
As my brothers, myfamily, congratulated us, and wished us well, I had one burning thought in my mind, aside from the desperate need to fuck her brains out. If they thought they were going to keep her from being my old lady, they could all go to hell.
Epilogue One
Reacherledmebackto our room; our married fucking room. We just got married! I was still in shock, and kind of bemused. His club had made it clear that they didn’t approve of me as his old lady, but somehow I was allowed to be his wife? It made no sense to me, but I had a sneaky feeling that Reacher would make that happen too.
“Woman?Wife?”
I felt a rush of warmth at his words, in particular, the word wife; I liked the word on his lips.
“So do I still call you old man, or husband now? Oh… old husband? No, that sounds wrong… I guess I’ll just surprise you.”
