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“I think that qualifies as assaulting a police officer, wouldn’t you say?”
As they slammed the cuffs on him, he shot me an easy grin.
“I knew she was hot for my body, Pres. I’ll be back later. Save me a beer or twelve.”
I groaned, and turned to Harley, who was already lifting his phone to his ear.
“Lawyer, yeah, I’m on it, Pres.”
Never a dull moment, even at my fucking wedding.
Sophie
Wepartiedattheclubhouse for a few hours, until it was dark, and I was so ready to be out of the leather jeans, because, just in case you don’t know, they get so overheated, and Micro’s little touches and teases of me, all night, were not helping.
My family had opted not to party with the bikers, and Grease had reappeared, looking smug and satisfied, which Micro took to mean he’d fucked the policewoman, and got it out of both of their systems, even though his response to that was merely to grimace.
Apparently Grease liked his women horny and sexy, and not prissy, stuck up, self important, and a whole bunch of other terms he used to describe her. Anyway, enough about him. We arrived home for our wedding night, and the first thing Micro did was to lift me up, and carry me over the threshold into the farmhouse.
“Leather makes such weird sounds when it rubs together,” I said with a giggle, feeling tipsy enough that there was no filter on my mouth, or any part of me.
“Yeah, I prefer the sounds of skin against skin, wouldn’t you say, wife?”
Wife. I’m Micro’s wife. We’re married. I love that we made it to this point. For a while there, I never thought we would. I gazed at the rings on my finger as Micro carried me straight to the bedroom. He’d gone for white gold, and the square diamond in the engagement ring was exactly what I’d have chosen. The man seemed to understand me on a level nobody else ever had, even my family.
“Can’t wait to peel these off you, and get my face up in that sweet pussy of yours, babe.”
Oh god. I wanted that, but I’d been sticking to the leather jeans for hours, and that didn’t seem romantic at all.
“Can we shower together first? I’m all hot and sticky.”
Micro groaned, and licked his lips.
“I love you all hot and sticky.”
Nope. I waited until he lowered me onto my feet, drawing me into a slow kiss that nearly made me change my mind, but the second he pulled back, I winked at him, ducked under his arm, and darted for the bathroom, tossing my jacket aside as I removed it, and lifting my top off next.
“Fine. Let’s get all wet first, baby. Strip slower than that though.”
I paused in the doorway of the bathroom, taking my time to remove my top, and leaning over to set the shower running, before I leaned down to unzip my ankle boots, and kicked those off. My balance abandoned me when I straightened back up, and Micro had to catch my hand, to stop me falling back on my ass.
“So adorable when you’re drunk, wife. Let me get the rest of those clothes off for you. You know, purely for your own protection.”
He stripped both of us in record time, and dragged me under the water with him, his mouth on mine a split second later. His hard cock was pressing against my stomach, and his kisses were driving my drunken self wild with need.
“Please,” I gasped when his lips started to travel down my throat.
“Please what, wife? You want your husband’s tongue or his cock?”
Husband. It gave me a thrill just to hear the word. My husband. I wrapped a hand around his cock, and he groaned against my throat, dragging his tongue back up my neck, as he lifted his head.
“How about I fuck you right here against these tiles, wife? After that, we’ll go to bed, and I’ll get you screaming my new title.”
His title. Husband. God yes.
Mere seconds later, I was pinned against the cool tiles, with his cock thrusting deep inside me, my husband owning me from the inside out. This would be our future. This would be our life together. Us. Doing everything together, but especially this.
Once more I prayed that our joining would create life, our child, the one thing that could make our amazing future even more perfect.
