Wolf (The Henchmen MC 3)

"I'll take that," Shoot said, kissing Amelia's cheek and moving to take Ferryn out of Summer's arms. "Thank god you have a whole army of men around you, beautiful," he told her, holding her aloft as she smacked her lips at him, "because if you have one ounce of your mama's pretty when you get old enough, the boys will need to be beat off with sticks."

"If Reign has his way, she's never going to date," Summer said, rolling her eyes.

"Smart dad. Ain't a good one of us men out there," he said with a wink as he walked toward the door, Ferryn situated on his hip.

"Anyone ever stop to consider that there literally isn't a bad man in that bunch out there?" Lo asked, looking around us, her eyes looking the tiniest bit glassy from the booze. "I mean... we've all had such shitty experiences with men in our lives and here we are, surrounded by the best of the bunch."

"And every last one of them is a criminal," Summer agreed.

Alex laughed. "So are most of us."

"And we're the best bitches around," I agreed, feeling all gushy inside. "Okay, enough of this sappy shit. Let's get you married," I said, snagging Lo's wrist as I passed and we all fanned out into the hallway.

I watched from the side of the doorway as the women walked out, Summer first, her eyes on Reign. His eyes were on her too, a sweet smile on his face. Alex was out next. Breaker wasn't a groomsman, standing in was Repo instead. But her eyes found his in the crowd and there was no mistaking the heat behind his as he watched her. Amelia was out next. Shooter had handed off Ferryn to Vin, one of the older Henchmen, and took his place beside Repo, his eyes on Amelia and the new love there was enough to make Amelia fumble a step.

"You're up, honey," Lo reminded me.

I turned, giving her a small smile. "I know we don't do the girly shit, but Lo... I'm so happy for you." Her eyes welled up and I moved quickly into the doorway before she could get me blubbering too. I wasn't at the 'greeting-card-crying' stage yet, but I wasn't the dry-eyed stoic I had once been either.

My eyes instinctively sought Wolf, as they always did when I knew he was around. I'd never really been the kind of woman who paid much attention to things like how men dressed, but damn... he cleaned up nice. Shoulders like his were why suits were invented if you asked me. His eyes stayed on my face for a second before drifting downward, taking in my second-skin pink outfit. When his eyes made their way back to my face, they were heated.

I took my place across from Cash who caught my eye and winked. "Hey kid," he said before the Wedding March started and he turned to watch as Lo came into view. If I wasn't so close, I wouldn't have been able to hear his breath hiss out of his mouth.

Lo's smile was infectious as she looked at her fiance. She did manage to walk a straight line and her bouquet fell to the floor because Cash took her hands before she could hand it off to me. It stayed there, between their feet, as they said their vows, not so much as glancing at anyone as they did so.

"You may now..."

The rest of those words were never heard because Cash reached out, grabbing Lo around the waist, and hauling her up around his waist, his mouth on hers before her toes were even off the ground. His hands moved down to her ass, her hands to the sides of his face, as he turned and walked down the aisle with her wrapped around him to the hoots and whistles of the audience.

"Crying?" Wolf asked, coming up by my side, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tipping my face up toward his.

"No, I'm not. Shut up," I objected, blinking away the wet that had pooled in my eyes. "They're really good together," I said when his arms slid around me.

"Yep."

"Know what?"

"No, what?"

"We're pretty good together."

"No," he said, shaking his head at me.

"No?" I asked feeling anger rise up in me, mixed with a crippling fear that made me almost feel sick.

"We're not good. We're fucking great."

I felt my smile spread. I wasn't sure he was aware of it, but more and more frequently, his sentences went beyond the five words his father trained and traumatized him into allotting himself his entire life. He still wasn't some sort of wordsmith, but he wasn't as hesitant to express himself with seven, eight, nine, hell... even ten words at times.

"You guys going to need a storage closet too?" Shooter asked as he passed us, arm shamelessly on Amelia's ass. She was desperately trying to discreetly swat it away and he was pretending to not notice.

"Too?" I asked, smiling.

"Lo and Cash didn't make it to their suite," he smiled.

"Too much information," I objected.

"Oh, please. You will get all the gory details later," he said, walking off down the aisle, hand curling harder into Amelia's butt cheek.

He was right; I did get all the gory details.

Wolf and I didn't get a storage closet. But we did get a room. We didn't use the bed. We barely got into the door before he had me up against it, furiously trying to get me out of the romper and I maybe understood the appeal of skirts for two-point-three seconds.Janie

3 Years-"We're going to be late, Wolf," I barked inside the front door.

"Keep your panties on," he called back, but his footsteps were coming toward me. He stepped out into the doorway in black jeans and a simple white tee. His leather cut was over it, making the mountain man disappear and replacing him with the biker. "Never mind, take them off," he said, eyes raking over me in my simple jean shorts and black tee.

"We're bringing the beer. We can't be late."