Page 76 of Outlaws' Single Mom
His hands briefly touch my hair, but pull back again before he can grab it. “Fuck, I want my hands on you, but your hair’s too fucking perfect, and if you go down there with fuck hair, everyone’s gonna know what we did.” He chuckles. “Not sure Eric would be thrilled… Oh, fuck!”
Closer and closer, he starts to buck, just a little, fucking himself into my mouth. I swirl my tongue, suck on the crown, and use my hand to help. Apparently I’ve learned a thing or two over the last few months, other than how to shoot a gun.
“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come right in your dirty little mouth.”
I take a little more of him in, closing my lips tight and getting my tongue underneath, while finishing him off with my fist.
“Fuck,” he gasps and then he swells. My mouth floods with his salty flavor, and I swallow eagerly. I love how I can make him feel good in so many ways. And I know that once we’re back at the hotel, he’s going to unfurl that tongue of his and pay me back tenfold.
Totally worth it.
“This a private party, or room for more?” I nearly leap out of my pretty dress at Jackal’s question. Stiff too. They’re almost right next to us, and somehow I didn’t notice. And my God, what if it’d been someone else?
Then I realize that Lash must’ve seen them show up, and they’re already unbuttoning. Stiff pauses when he sees the look I give him. “What? Only Lash gets? That’s unfair.”
My nerves are still a little shaky, but I’m coming back down. I suppose it’d be mean to leave them hanging. Or standing straight up, I guess. So I nod. “Fine, everyone gets one, but now that it’s a whole thing, I’m taking a turn, too. And watch the dress.”
“Our pleasure,” Jackal promises.
“I’ll keep lookout,” Lash offers graciously.
I guess this is who I am now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
43
DAKOTA
I’m getting married.Well, not quite, but I’m being made Lash, Jackal and Stiff’s old lady, and that’s a different ritual, but just as good. No big deal, right?
Six months ago, I didn’t realize how adrift I was. And now? Now I’m standing here, in the same lilac and black dress I wore to Eric’s wedding because the guys love how I look in it. And they’re right, I do look great in it, but it’s also for them, and there’s enough darkness in its colors that it suits the club vibe just fine.
I peek out from what used to be the sacristy before it became Hellfire’s office. “They’re looking really nice, Logan. I think this is going to be fun.”
And they are looking great. Polished leather, fresh haircuts, new jeans that cradle their asses perfectly. I love them in suits sometimes, but to me, this is how they look best. It’s the most authentically them.
As always, Logan goes nowhere without Mr. Larson and Helmet. He’s got them clutched tight while he leans up against my leg, peeking out with me at all the people.
The church is packed full. Members, old ladies, even a couple of the sluts. Bonnie on one side, together with Anne. Jess, Eric and Camila, looking both very nervous and very out of place. Willow and Paige, who’s just detaching Corbin from under the nursing flap in her blouse and passing him on to Savage, who holds him so gently, despite his size. For how rough the members are, it always amazes me how gentle they can be.
And by the altar, Hellfire and the boys. My boys. And they’re just waiting for me to come out.
So I take Logan’s hand. “You ready, buddy? This is a big day.”
He looks out into the church, a little nervously, but he nods, jutting his little jaw in determination. I warned him that there’d be a lot of people here, butthere’s going to be a party afterwards, and there will be ice cream and juice and all sorts of good things. Not to mention Jackal, Stiff and Lash.
Hellfire nods to me, so I come out into the church, with Logan at my side. Stiff sees me first and his jaw drops. “Fuck,” he whispers.
Then the other two catch on, looking like they’re trying to catch every fly in the room. I love that even after several months together, of them seeing me just about every day, they still react like that. Bikers are great for your self-confidence. I approach the altar, not really knowing what I’m coming to. I just know they do things their own way around here.
“You look fucking amazing,” Lash says. I’ve more or less given up on shielding Logan’s ears around here. He’ll just have to learn when it’s okay and when it’s not. “You make me wanna do the kinda things I…” He trails off when he sees Logan looking at him curiously, then grins at me. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“Right.” I smile back. I guess even bikers can hold things back every once in a while.
“First things first,” Jackal says. Bending down, he boops Logan on the nose with his index finger, then lifts him up in the air and gives him a hug beforeputting him on the altar. Logan looks around curiously from his new vantage point.
Right up until all three of the guys kneel in front of him, like they’re expecting to get knighted or something.
Or… proposing?
