Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

"Yes, well, we are trying to keep a gun out of her hands until she's at least twelve," Summer laughed.

"Excuse me, girls, can I borrow my wife for a second?" Repo asked, snaking a hand around my belly and kissing under my ear. I'm not gonna lie, my belly did a little flip-flop at the word 'wife'. It still felt weird, but in a way that was too delicious to ever want to have it stop being weird.

Lo, Janie, Alex, and Amelia shared a look that was both devilish and knowing, leaving Elsie's brows to draw together until Alex leaned over and explained it to her, making her choke on the wine she had been trying to drink.

So, yeah, Lo and Cash on their wedding day consummated their marriage in a closet because they couldn't wait to get to their room to get their hands on each other.

They figured that was what we were doing as well.

Which was totally right.

Except we weren't grabbing a closet.

Oh, no.

"What are you doing?" I whisper-yelled at Repo, looking down the empty hall as he grabbed a lock pick out of his pocket and was working on a door.

"Shh," he said, kneeling down to undo the lock in an impressive ten seconds, the handle releasing and the door pushing open. "It's your surprise," he told me, pulling me into the darkened room, closing, and locking the door before reaching for the switch and flicking the light on.

I felt the smile spread slowly across my face until my cheeks hurt as I looked around.

"Right there," Repo said, pointing.

To the altar.

Where we had just been married.

I turned to him, big smile in place. "Perfect."

With that, my hand was snagged and I was hauled against his chest. His lips were slow, explorative, teasing. But it wasn't long before the nerves and excitement and the weight of our actions that day made us needy, frantic, uncontrolled. His hands roamed my body as best they could with the endless yards of material covering it.

"Jesus Christ, how much material is there?" he asked, ripping his mouth from mine after having tried to gather up my skirt... and failing. "Fuck it," he said, pulling me to the altar and pushing me down onto it, getting down on his knees and pushing my skirt up so that it gathered around my waist... and chest... and shoulders. What can I say? It was a ball gown... the mass of the skirt pooled everywhere.

But I had, say, two seconds to muse on that before I felt Repo press my knees open and his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding up my cleft and circling my clit before his lips closed around it and sucked hard. I held the back of his head to me, my legs closing around the sides of his head as my hips rose to meet his mouth. His hand slid from my thigh and moved between us, shoving inside and raking over my G-spot until I felt myself tightening around him, threatening oblivion.

But then he yanked against my hold, sitting back on his ankles so his hands could work his fly. Imprisoned by my impractical dress, I couldn't do much but lay there and wait for him to come to me. Which he took his sweet time doing, sitting there, looking down at me for what felt like forever, one hand stroking his cock, the other sliding almost absentmindedly down my inner thigh.

"Mine," he said finally, planting his hands on either side of me, his cock pressing into my thigh.

"Mmhmm," I agreed because, well, I was.

I hadn't even stopped agreeing when he slammed inside me to the hilt, claiming me completely.Maze

6.5 Years-It was Seth's third birthday party.

He was turning three and he was the spitting image of his daddy who was a spitting image of little Seth's namesake, all dark hair and deep blue eyes. Minus the face scar, but already sporting a ton of others on his arms and legs. He was fearless, taking some kind of pride in scaring me half to death with new and inventive ways of injuring himself.

But, I guess I couldn't expect any different when he grew up around The Henchmen, their friends, and their offspring. All of which were in attendance for the event, the grounds at the compound decked out with blue and red balloons and a Spiderman theme.

Over by the snack table, four year olds Jackson, Paine and Elsie's son and Junior, Breaker and Alex's son, were trying to find a way to sneak cupcakes despite the group of adults standing to their sides. Fallon and Malcolm were off in the back of the field tossing a ball, both six and too big for the little kids. Ferryn, the oldest at nine years old, was in no way bothered by the fact that she had no playmates her own age. She made up for it by bossing the whole lot of them around. As she was doing to newly three year old Seth and his age-mates, Bri and Alexis, Shooter and Amelia's three and four year olds who couldn't seem to grasp the concept of duck duck goose much to the chagrin of the all-knowing Ferryn.