Page 81 of Crush's Fall

She started stroking and ran her tongue around his nipple. “Just reiterate your stance on it and accept the offer. I want you to have it because you want it.”

“At this moment, what I want is my wife to climb on my dick and give me a show.”

Crush rolled her eyes, but she threw a leg over him and shifted until she was straddling his lap. “One last ride before we head back home.”

Biting his lip, he fisted his cock and held it up for her to slide onto. As she began to roll her hips and bounce on his dick, he cupped her breasts and bent his knees. “One last ride before we go get rings. Then we’ll head home.”

She stopped mid-bounce. “Rings?”

He looked at her like she lost her mind. “Yeah. We’re married. If you think for one second that you’re not wearing my ring, you’re fucking wrong, Sugartits.”

She returned to her rhythm and rolled her eyes again. “Fine. Whatever. Shut up. You’re distracting me.”

Pinky

“That bitch,” Pinky hissed as she watched her best friend walk into the main room of the clubhouse hand in hand with Lucifer. The light glinted off of a rock on her bestie’s ring finger, letting them know she got engaged sometime in the previous twenty-four hours.

After the meeting with the Howlers, Lucifer had whisked Crush out of the clubhouse, and no one had heard anything from them since. She wondered what they were up to for that long, but now she knew.

“And when in the hell were you going to let us know you got engaged?” Pinky demanded as she stood and faced Crush.

“If I had, I would have told you,” Crush replied.

“Hello! Rock on your finger!” She pointed at the offending rock.

Crush rolled her eyes. “Hello! Wedding ring,” Crush shot back.

The entire room went silent. Everyone turned to look at Crush with shock evident on their faces. Pinky completely understood. “Wedding? What?”

Lucifer chuckled as he held up his left hand, flashing the black band around his ring finger. “We went and got hitched.”

Bullet finally had something to say. “Fuuuuuck. Mom is going to kill you.”

Crush shrugged. “She’ll get over it.”

“I would have liked to be at your wedding.”

“Wedding? If that’s what you want to call standing in front of a judge’s kitchen counter while he said some words, then sure.”

Pinky was still stunned, but a thought hit her and fueled her anger. “You didn’t let me throw you a bachelorette party! You bitch!”

“Fuck,” Lucifer cursed under his breath as he stared at Pinky.

“Ryker! Bring a bottle and shot glasses!” She pointed at Crush. “You!” She swung her pointing finger to the chair next to her. “Sit! We’re getting trashed!”

Lucifer

As he watched his wife bicker with Pinky, Lucifer approached Axle standing at the mouth of the hallway. “Can we chat?”

Axle gave a nod. “Me or the club?”

“The club.”

Axle let out a loud whistle. When heads turned toward him, he shouted, “Church.”

The lot of them and Lucifer filed up to the church room, each of the members who passed him giving him various looks. Some of them were curious, some of them annoyed. He expected that. He knew his words offended some of them, but he didn’t care.

After talking the situation over with Crush, he felt comfortable giving them his promise as long as the Howlers promised to try to do better when it came to the Claws. Like Crush told him, the Howlers didn’tintentionallydisrespect the Claws, they were just clueless men who needed to learn. Lucifer figured that he could be a positive influence in that education once he was a member.

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