My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2)
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“Where do you want it?”
“In the church. I always wanted to get married in white, and in a church. You know, the traditional stuff?”
“He doesn’t want that?” Cora asked.
Grace shook his head. “He said it would be bad for his biker image.”
/> Cora burst out laughing. “Honey, tell him blue balls wouldn’t be good for his image. This is your wedding as much as his.”
“So?”
“So, compromise. Find something that he’ll want more than the wedding in the backyard, or forfeit sex.” Cora took a sip of her coffee. “You’ll come to see there are ways for us to win. Just think it over.” She glanced down at her watch. “I’ve got to go. I’m helping Sharon out at the school.”
“Wait, Cora,” Grace said, stopping the other woman. “Suzy has agreed to be my maid of honor, and Chloe is going to be my bridesmaid. Would you also be a bridesmaid?”
Cora squealed, wrapping her arms around Grace. “I wouldn’t miss it. Thank you so much for asking me.”
Holding onto the other woman, Grace felt a lot happier for asking Cora. They were both old ladies in the club.
“Remember, compromise,” Cora said, leaving her alone.
Taking a seat at the counter, Grace thought about what Drake wanted at the wedding. He wanted to be surrounded by his club, and the bikes, and she wanted to be in a church with the dress. Drake hadn’t disputed the dress, even though she’d not been a virgin with him.
“Hey, baby,” Drake said, startling her out of her thoughts.
She noticed several of the brothers walked into the clubhouse, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she took a deep breath. “I want to get married in a church.” Drake groaned, and she held her hand up. “You’ve got to hear me out before you start complaining. You’re hearing church and being ignorant. Now, I want to marry you because you asked me. I think I should get a say where we marry.”
“A church? We’ll burn entering the fucking place.”
“I’ll be willing to forgo the tux if you want to wear your leathers. Also, no limo, and we ride on your bike.”
“The dress?” Drake asked.
“I’m going to be wearing a white dress, and only once. If it ends up dirty, I’ll not be saving it.”
“That’s fucking extravagant.”
“One expense, one church, and you get your bikes, your club, and your leather. Please, please, please.” She ran her hands up his chest, circling his neck. “I’ll do that thing with my tongue you like.”
“Fine, we’ll get married in the church.” He sank his fingers into her hair, slamming his lips down on hers.
Grace chuckled, kissing him back.
****
Drake rode into the city. His wedding was taking place in just over a week, and Grace was happier with the idea of a church wedding. None of his brothers were with him, and this was more out of curiosity than anything else.
He’d gotten the directions on the internet, and he parked up outside of the apartment building.
Parking his bike, he made his way inside the apartment, and saw the name he was looking for. Going upstairs, he knocked on the door, and waited. Tapping his keys against his thigh, he glanced up and down the clean corridor with three other apartments. There were two behind him, and one beside Grace’s old apartment.
The door opened just slightly, and a woman’s gaze stared back at him. She was already sporting a black eye, and Drake was happy that he’d come.
“Can I come in?”
“Er, no, I don’t understand. I don’t know you, and I’ve never seen you with Dwayne.”
Drake smiled. “Dwayne and I go way back. We’ve got a friend in common.”