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A/N:
Happy New Years! We're coming into the new year with both our couples done right by! Thank you to everyone for the kind words, reviews, and messages. We love them. They keep the words flowing. Hope you enjoy
Jax
I used to think people were full of shit when they got googley eyed at weddings and started thinking about their own lives, but I get it now. Watching my brother stare are my sister like she was everything important got me caught up in my own feelings when Lee walked down the aisle looking like a queen in a sparkling gown that set somewhere between blue and purple. The dress hugged her curves and showed off her cleavage without being vulgar. Her blue eyes popped against her tan skin, and I found myself grateful I had on boxer briefs so no one could see the wood I was sporting.
I don't know how it took me so long to see what I had in front of me. You can't ask for a better woman. She gets the life, loves my family, blood, and brothers, and they adore her. Hell, getting my mother's approval alone makes her a fucking rarity. I haven't been able to take my eyes off her all night. Neither have a lot of men. That shit ain't sitting well with me.
When we started out, secrecy sounded like a good idea. We could get our routine down without my mom butting in and the club giving us a bunch of shit. Her Godfather in particular. I ain't never been a huge Tig fan. He's so far up Clay's ass; I think his job as an SA is compromised. It's less about making the best decisions for the club and more about making Clay happy. A club needs an SA who can be objective and go head to head with the President if necessary. I shift my weight and finish off my beer as the music lulls, and the DJ speaks.
"We need all the single ladies on the dance floor. The bride is going to throw the bouquet."
I glance over at Chibs who looks happy to be nearing the time they can exit the wedding. I'm surprised the two of them haven't spontaneously exploded. I saw him all but fucking her in the hall as Lee and I ushered people away from the alcove in the hallway. While neither of them minded, we figured Sugar and Menace could do without seeing them consummate their marriage live and in person. The crows rush to the floor, and I laugh out loud. Even if they caught the bouquet no one would be claiming them, let alone marrying them.
A female hang around, maybe. There were girls who liked to party with us, and occasionally took a lover, but never made it their hobby to be on their back. Hell, even some crows were respected if they played their card right. Men needed a release to keep them from blowing their stack and making mistakes. They play a pivotal role, and in turn, we take care of their needs. I've seen women come in , get their degree and go on to make something of their life. It's the ones who get caught up on the prospect of being an old lady that grow bitter, get catty, and cause problems.
Chibs comes to stand beside me with Tig on the other side.
"Milkshake" by Kelis comes on, and I throw my head back and laugh along with the two men.
"Always knew Lips had fire."
"She's something, ain't she Jackie Boy?" Chibs asks with a grin made abnormally wide by his scars.
"That's one way to describe her," I say thinking of all the shit we've gotten into together over the years. She couldn't be more my sister, if my mother gave birth to her.
"Shocker, her wife caught it."
"Wife?" Tig roars. "Oh shit, that's fitting for those two."
The knowledge in his voice makes me want to ask him how much he knows. The thought of him knowing about their close connection before I do pisses me off for some reason.
"Time for me to go get me garter. You ready to fight for it, brother?" Chibs asks patting my back as he moves to take his place on the floor with his new wife.
Tig gives me a curious glance I ignore. He'll be finding out soon enough. 'Cause I'll knock out teeth to get that strip of lace. Ain't no other man taking shit off my woman.
Ten minutes later, I'm lined up with a bunch of hungry looking rowdy motherfuckers waiting to catch the garter. "You Shook me All Night" Comes on. Before I can really react, the scrap of plaid is hurtling directly toward me. You sly dog. It brushes my fingers, and I close my hand around it. I fist pump the air. Lee takes a seat, and I walk toward her. I barely register the pats on my back as our gazes lock.
The mischief in her eyes makes me grin. She has no clue what's about to happen. I'm done hiding, and the important people are here. I kneel in front of her and twirl the garter around my pointer finger.
"Be nice, Jackson?"
"Oh, I'll be real nice," I say as she hikes up her dress carefully and holds out her shapely calf. "Keep your hands to yourself" comes on and I slid the garter up her thigh, slowly. I grip the chair on either side of her and raise my body as I take her lips. Of all the hoots and hollers, it's my mothers' shrill cry of joy that catches my ear. I smile against her mouth as I slant my head and kiss her deeply. I'm in this shit, and I want her to know it. She cups the back of my head and the world around us recedes. We part for air, and I swear we receive a standing ovation. I turn to see Chibs and Journee wearing the biggest smiles of all. Cheeky bastards set this shit up. Not that I mind. They gave me the perfect venue. We stand, and I offer her my hand. She takes it, and we walk back to the crowd. My mother rushes up to her.
"You little shit! How long have you been hiding this?" She snaps.
"Not long, Ma. Just needed a chance to figure out what we were doing."
"Uh huh. You're lucky I like you both so much." She points her finger. "You come over here and give me a hug. Didn't I tell you? I knew it all these years." She pulls Lee to her, and I relinquish my hold. Even with me, Ma is the queen bee I differ too.
The clock is pushing three am when we make our way into the hotel. I wrap my arm around Lee and guide her to my room. I slip my key card in and scowl when it goes red.
"Really?"
She laughs.
"Did I wear you out tonight?"
"No, but this is fucking with my plans of doing that to you."
"Oh."
I pat her ass and spin us around. The ride downstairs takes ages. We walk to the front desk.
"How can I help you, sir?" The gray-haired woman asks, all smiles.
"My keycard isn't working."
"What's your room?"
"Four twenty-five."
She takes the keys from me. "Oh, that's because you're room has been upgraded, Mr. Teller .You're in the honeymoon suite now."
I laugh. Fucking Baby J."
Lee giggles beside me.
"Well, that would explain why the key isn't working," I say.
"Here are two new keys. Your room is now Six hundred and thirty-five."
"Thank you." I take the keys on the desk and hurry Lee back the way we came.
I grip her neck and pull her to me as the elevator takes us up. I slip my tongue into her mouth and give her a sampling of what I'm going to do to her pussy. She whimpers and I suck her tongue and pull her against me. She grinds her body against my cock, and I moan as the elevator comes to a stop with a ding.
I sweep her up in my arms and stride toward the room releashing her giggle. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I hitch her higher as I unlock the door. I step inside, turn on the light and let out a low whistle at the bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket and the chocolate covered strawberries beside it.
"She pulled out all the stops," Lee whispers.
"Yes, she did. We'll save that for after, when we need to replenish our strength." I nip her bottom lip and move to the bed tossing her in the center.
She bounces laughing. Our gazes meet and the air in the room grows thick. She licks her lips, and I follow her down onto the bed, framing her in my arms as I take her lips and nudge her knees apart.
"You want this dress?"
"Yes."
"Then roll over."
I pull back and admire the view of her from the back. I unzip her dress and nibble my way down her spine as the skin is exposed. She shivers. Goosebumps dot her soft skin. I help her out of the dress and push the material onto the ground and roll her onto her back. Her full breasts with rosy red nipples make me moan. No bra, and no panties. Jesus Christ. I reach my hand between us and caress her clean shaven, wet pussy. She parts her thighs, and I inhale the sweet scent of her arousal. I slide down the bed and press her thighs open. She watches me as I lick her pussy. I hold her thighs apart as I fill her with my tongue, circle her bundle of nerves and suck.
Her hips rock and throaty cries spill from her lips. Our fingers twine and I sink into the deep connection we've formed over decades. My cock strains as she comes undone and yields her cream. I drink it down, a man in a desert who's found an oasis. She goes limp, and I quickly remove my clothing and return to the place between her legs where I swear I could live the rest of my life. I stroke her slick lips with my cock.
"You feel so fucking good, baby."
She whimpers.
"Did you get your test back?"
"I'm clean as a whistle. I told you when I made you mine I didn't want anything between us. Your birth control still good?"
"For three more years."
I grip my base and ease the tip into her tight pussy.
"God, you feel so good." I continue to tease her moving in and out. She spreads her legs wider and digs her fingernails into my ass cheeks.
"No more teasing."
"You ready for me? Cause I can't do slow. Not with you. Not right now."
"Who says I want slow?" She flashes me a wicked grin, and I drive home, stealing her breath. I grit my teeth allowing myself a moment to adjust. I could spill inside her right now and be happy. She's wet, tight, and the first pussy I've felt without a rubber in nearly a year. She flexes her muscles, and I grunt. The gleam in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she's doing. Two can play that game. I pull out and thrust back in. She arches off the bed, and I continue the pace, bottoming out as our bodies slap together and her breasts bounce. I bend down and suck one into my mouth as I trap her against me and fuck her even faster.
"Yes, Jackson. Oh, God."
She wraps her ankles around my thighs. We move together as one, and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest. Nothing has ever felt this good or right in my entire life. Buried inside the woman I love, I'm whole in a way I never thought possible. She tightens around me, pulsing as her body trembles. I'm tongue-tied as she comes like a star in the night, shining so brightly I can barely stand to look at her. I've never seen her look more beautiful. She grips me like a vice, and I follow close behind her, spilling everything I have inside. I collapse on top of her, careful to keep most of my weight on my forearms. I kiss her lips with the words I love you ringing in my head.
It's too soon for her, but I know what I feel and what I want. This is my happily-ever-after, Harley Grazer is my happily-ever-after.
