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Chapter 18 Part 2

Chibs

I hold my folded hands in front of me as I wait for Journee to join me at the end of the aisle. The place is crammed full of Grim Bastards and a few brothers from local chapters. I know the rest will be at the ceremony tomorrow. We roll deep, and I've amassed quite a few friends over the years apparently. You keep a guy from dying once, and he thinks you're best friends.

I raise up on the balls of my feet, anxious to get the wedding started. Part of me fears she'll come to her senses and book it. That's the kind of fucked up thinking ingrained in me after Fiona's betrayal. A man can't be cut that deep, literally and figuratively, and not have scars. But my little lass has a way of making me believe the best can happen.

I glance down at my Kilt and find comfort in my history. It feels good to wear my clans' colors again. My ma would be proud of the kilt and Sambel would be proud of me cut under the white button up. Tomorrow I'll go more casual, but today I need to match the Queen marrying me. She wanted this fancy production, so I'll be giving her everything she asked for and more. I look over at Jackie who hasn't stopped grinning since we got down here.

I can't tell if it's amusement or nerves. Gotta be eye opening watching his old lady walk down in a pretty dress. He can pretend it's casual if he wants too, but I know better. He's got the look of a man in love. It's the expression I see every day in the mirror. "Could you be loved" By Bob Marley begins, and I grin as the brothers chuckle, and the bridesmaids and groomsmen began to walk down. Of course, we had to add our own twist to things. We might be in a grand castle with a priest, but we were who we were. I barely register them as my eyes remain glued to the door of the church.

The music cuts and I hold my breath as "Happy Together" by the Turtles begins to play and a goddess among women strolls inside the cathedral. My jaw drops. The deep v shows off the collarbone I love to nibble, and the snow white dress makes her skin gleam in its ebony beauty. What looks like flower petals follow the dress down to the ground it kisses. My heart pumps double time as she all but floats down the white petal adorned runner with a bright smile on her face just for me.

"Close your mother, brother," Jax mumbles. I do as he says and clear my throat. Menace and Sugar smirk as they stop a few feet away .

"Who gives her away?"

"Her mother, I and the Grim Bastards do," he says.

Her mother kisses her cheek and removes the cathedral length veil that trails behind her like fallen white flowers. Jesus Christ, I knew she was a fairy. Menace covers her face with the veil, and we do a manly hug as I gladly accept her as my own responsibility. He places her hand in mind, and I fight back the tears.

"Hello, Lass."

"Hi, Daddy." She whispers the last word for my ears only, and I chuckle. I lace our fingers as we turn to face the priest and kneel before him. I'm pulling out all the stops. Partially because she deserves it and partially because I think we need all the blessings we can get. This life is a rough one. He wraps a rosary around us, and I look to Journee shocked. She blows me a kiss. She did this for me. When I think I can't love her more, she shows me how very wrong I am. I bow my head and let the words wash over me as I make my own silent vows. I will defend her to my last breath and never let anyone take her or our bairns away.

We stand what feels like seconds later and face each other.

"I know pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Filip "Chibs" Telford. You may now kiss your bride." I peel the veil back from my wife. I wrap an arm around her waist, cup her face, dip her and devour her lips with all the promise of what's to come poured into our meeting of mouths. Whistles go up in the church, obscuring her throaty moan. I pull back and make sure she's steady before I release her.

"Did you forget something, brother?" Jax asks.

"Oh, Nae. I didn't forget. Journee Telford, I promise to treat you as good as me leather, and ride ye as much as me Harley."

"You'd better Scotsman."

Her reply sends the crowd wild, and I can't help but laugh as I admire the spitfire I've linked myself to for this life and beyond. As long as my consciousness exists somewhere, I won't be letting her go whatever form we take. The orchestral strains of "Young and Beautiful" begin and I proudly walk her down the aisle. I've no doubt she'll be beside me no matter what happens.

We exit the church, and I pull her to me kissing her the way I'd held back from in front of the priest. I press my body into hers, and she arches her back, burying her fingers in my hair as she gives as good as she gets. I lift her up and carry her to an alcove where she rolls her hips against mine. "Mine." I breathe the words in her ear as we surface for air and she trembles against me.

"All yours, forever, Daddy."

My prick jumps and brushes against my kilt. I rest my head in the space between her neck and her shoulder. "It's a very thin string keeping me from taking ye right here and now, little lass."

"I'm yours to do whatever you please with," She purrs.

I pull back and grin at her. "Me wife."

"Yes, Husband, I am."

I steal one more kiss and set her on her feet. "We won't be making it to the end of this reception, little love."

Her eye sparkle. "I'd hoped you would say that."

"Minx. I'd give yer arse a good slap if I could reach it under all that dress."

Her eyes smolder, and I groan. She's not making this gentlemanly thing easy. I step back and grab her hand. "Let's get pictures and get to this shindig. The sooner we make an appearance. The sooner we can leave."

Her bell-like giggles follow me down the hallway as we step out of the church into the bright light. I bring her hand up and kiss the diamond studded band.

We walk into the hall thirty minutes and a million photographs later. Bonnie and Clyde by Jay-Z and Beyoncé plays, and I throw my head back and laugh. Fitting for an outlaw and his beautiful brown-skinned bride.

"Oh, you think you're a clever girl, don't ye?" I ask as I kiss her temple.

"This was Juicy boy's idea."

"Plotting against me the two of ye were."

We're swept into a crowed of well-wishers patting my back and giving out hugs. I remain respectful but hurry her to the dance floor as I tick down a list of things we have to do before we leave. First dance, cut the cake, throw the garter and bouquet, and we can get out of here so I can get in me wife.

She gathers her train up and drapes it over her arm as I pull her to me and they play "Only have eyes for you," By the Flamingos. I'm lost in the rich warmth of her brown eye as we make our way around the dance floor. Her hand fits so perfectly in mine, just like her curves against me.

"We're married," she whispers.

"Aye, love. Are you happy?"
She glances up at me through her lashes. "I'll be better when I have a bit more Scottish in me."

"Are ye paying me back for making you wait now then, love?"
She nods her head.

"For sure I'll be paying ye back in spades for it tonight."

She whimpers and I spin her out and bring her back to me. The music changes and others join the dance floor kicking the party into full gear. A few songs later I smile as I watch her shake her ass with Lee. You can take the girl out of the club, but you can't take the club out of the girl. I love her mix of class and biker culture. It's why we work.

"Fuck brother, you look like you're going to split your face in half with that grin," Tig says.

"I might, Tiggy."

"You glad you did this?"

"Aye. Ready to do it again tomorrow, so I can take me wife away with me."

"She still clueless about the honeymoon?"

I nod my head as I drink her form up on the floor.

"Damn brother, you're going to be getting so much thank you pussy from wifey."

"Stop fantasizing bout me wife," I say as he laughs.

"Can't help it. I'm going to go score myself some easy wedding pussy."

I salute him and take another drink of my scotch.

"Don't you look like the cat that ate the cream. Or is it , the cat whose about to eat the cream?" Gem asks coming up beside me.

I laugh as I kiss her cheek. "Hi Ma."

"You got a solid old lady there, brother," Clay says as we hug.

"Thank ye. I think so tew."

"You did a good thing joining the clubs closer. Grim Bastards have been gaining in numbers. We want to keep them on our side."

The talk of business turns me off, but I nod my head and smile like a good brother should.

"Oh, come on, he doesn't want to talk about that right now," Gemma says. She's not wrong.

"I'm glad ye approve of her, Clay." An old lady can make or break a brother. She's the grounding force that keeps him steady and moving forward when everything around him is going to hell. She'll also help you get away with dirt you could never pull off on your own.

"Always thought of her as one of us anyway. This just makes it official," he says with a shrug. "Now I'm going to ply my old lady with liquor, so she'll stop micro managing. You got tomorrow to do that," he drags her off, and I shake my head.

To everyone's disappointment, the cake exchange is sweet. The only thing I want to jam in my wife's mouth is my prick. Not that they need to know that. She licks the frosting off my fingers, and I grunt.

"Just ye wait, little lass." I kiss her check and Juice comes over with his trademark grin and a chair.

"Time for the Garter, Ma." He pats my back as she situates herself.

"Be careful how high you hike that dress," she says.

I arch my eyebrow as I kneel down and run my hand up her calf to her thigh and her slick inner thigh. She's not wearing anything. My eyes widen, and she winks. I bury my head beneath her pile of fabric and give her pussy a lick, once, twice, and remove the fabric with my teeth. Hoots and hollers go up, and she stares at me with a low-lidded gaze. I smooth her skirts down and stand, swinging the plaid garter around my finger. Time to move this shit along. My wife is wet, and waiting for me to fill her.

Thanks to my aim and my wives devilish nature, we're watching Jax take the garter off Lee with his teeth. When he finishes, he moves between her legs and meets her lips in a searing kiss that brings complete silence.

"And that's our cue to escape, Daddy," Journee whispers.

I chuckle. "I think you're right, love." I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her through the crowd. We pass Juice, and she pauses in true mother style to kiss his cheek and tell him we'll see him tomorrow. Tonight we have a suite nearby in a ritzy hotel. Only the best for my wife.

"Love, tonight is for you and about you. Let your Daddy have his way, yeah? I been dreaming this up for days."

She pouts but nods her head.

"Okay, Daddy."

I kiss her forehead.

"Thank ye love. You're too good to me."

The elevator dings as we reach our floor, and I sweep her up into my arms and carry her to the room. We cross the threshold, and I shut the door with my foot. She's a present I've wanted my entire life, and I've no idea the proper way to open it. I sit her gingerly on the bed.

"Lift up your dress and show Daddy your pretty pussy."

She moans and bunches up her skirts to her waist. The site of her bare pussy surrounded by the pure white almost makes me come on the spot. I kneel in front of her and trail my finger down her slick slit.

"So fucking wet."

"All night, Daddy."

I circle her entrance, and she whimpers and rocks her hips.

"So eager for me."

She nods her head giving me the doe eyes that make me want to give her the world. I grip her inner thigh and circle her clit with my tongue. She moans and I massage her soft skin as I sample her cream. I dip my tongue inside her and return to my lazy o's around her swollen bundle of nerves. Her hips come off the bed, and I know she's fighting the urge to wrap her body around me and demand more friction. But she knows better because tonight is my show. I suck her clit into my mouth and slip two fingers into her scorching heat. Her walls hug me and flex. I slowly pull out and push in, stretching her as I wind her up.

"Filip. Oh my God."

Her body trembles and I crook my fingers and hit the hard button inside.

"Jesus." She jerks and comes, gripping my fingers tight as she gushes.

I kiss her slick lips. "That's one." I can't go slow now. There's been too much build up and denial.

I stand up and meet her dilated eyes.

"Love. I'll make love to you tonight, but right now I want to fuck ye, yeah?"

"Oh, yes."

"and I'm going to do it in this dress."

Her mouth forms an o. I smirk. Nice to see her old man can still shock her.
I remove my cut, hang it on a nearby chair, and remove the rest of my clothing. I caress the heels that are also made up of my clan's tartan. The care and detail she put into this ceremony will stick with me forever. I remove the shoe and kiss her ankle.
"I Love ye, mo astor."

"And I love you, Filip."

I grip her waist , and lift her up, placing her in the center of the bed. She's my every fantasy come true surrounded by white white fabric shoved up to her waist. I crawl up to her and grip my base slowly moving between her legs. I end each stroke with a tap of my head to her swollen clit. She bites her bottom lips and whimpers. "Like that, do ye?"

"Oh yes. Filip, please."

"Please what love?"

"Fuck me, Daddy. Make me yours."

I grip my head and push into her slick entrance and pull out.

"No."

"Shh love, we'll get there," I promise as I repeat the motion, sinking deeper and deeper into the place I know will be my sanctuary. Slick, hot, and tight as fuck, she hugs me like no woman before her ever has. I reach her maidenhead and pause, buried inside her as far as I can go before I take what's rightfully mine. I bend down and take her lips as I massage her clit, in hard circles. She flexes around me, moaning as she flies toward the edge. I thrust home as she hurtles off the edge, capturing her gasp as I still. I grit my teeth and fist her hair as I breathe through it, tamping down my urge to move.

"Are you okay, lennan?"

"Oh yes." Her satisfied tone has me pulling out and pushing in faster than I should. Like the good girl she is, she bends her legs and tilts her head, taking me. Our bodies slap together, and I release the beast I've held on a choke chain.

"Filip oh, God." Her nails dig into my shoulder. The bed sways and her legs pull me closer. I pound into her mercilessly swallowing her cries when I can as our bodies slap together and the storm we've built together comes to a head.

"Oh, Jesus. Filip." Her keening spurs me on. I fuck her harder, gripping her thick mass of hair and her opposite hip to keep her in place. Her walls flutter around me.

"Come for your Daddy, now."

She arches her back, and lets go, gripping me like a damn vise. I stroke twice more and spill inside her giving her every last ounce I have as the top blows off my head and I see white as fireworks explode inside me. I keep my weight on my forearms as I bury my face in her neck. I lift up peppering her face with kisses.

"Thank you, love."

"For what?"

"Givin me you."

I kiss her softly and ease out. "If ye want to keep that dress in tact better get those legs in the air and let my swimmers go where they need to be."

Her delight filled laugh mends the scars on my heart. "Gonna need some help. I'm kind of a turtle on its shell."

We laugh as I turn her around and she puts her legs up against the wall. I glance down at my cock and sick fuck that I am; I admire the faint trace of blood. It wakes the old Scottish warrior in me.

I kiss her forehead. "Love you Journee my girl. Daddys' going to run you a bath and take care of that kitty so he can play in it again tonight."

She shivers.

"Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

I kiss her forehead and move off the bed, knowing life will never be the same again. Thank God for that.