Copper (Hell's Handlers MC 4)

She rolled her eyes but gave him a soft smile. “I’m yours.”

“My what?” He jerked back farther leaving only the very tip of his dick inside her.

Shell groaned. She looked fucking delectable. Lacy white bra that did nothing to hide the hardened state of her nipples. White garters attached to thigh high white stockings. There’d been a thread she called a thong to match, but he’d done away with that long ago. Her face, with just enough makeup to set the day apart from a regular day, was flush with passion. The hair she’d forbade him to muss before the ceremony was a scattered mess of sweaty curls.

“Your wife.”

“Damn straight.” He peered down at his cock, glistening with the proof of her arousal. Didn’t seem to matter when or how often he wanted her, Shell was always wet and ready for him. “For how long?”

The smile he loved widened. “Forever.”

Best. Thing. Ever.

“Forever,” he breathed. Then he snapped his hips forward burying as deep as possible in his wife’s pussy.

Shell cried out and arched her back. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into his sides as she held on. He paused, absorbing the sensation of his wife holding him deep inside her body. In the months since Rusty’s demise, they’d grown closer than he thought was possible for two people to be. Copper couldn’t imagine a day, hell, an hour without her in his life.

His recovery had gone as well as could be expected, though the limitations of his body nearly drove him fucking nuts. But as of a week ago, he was free and clear of any braces, crutches, and medical restrictions.

As of an hour ago, they were officially married. The moment they entered the clubhouse for the reception, he’d yanked her into his office, divested her of that sexy as fuck white dress and feasted on her.

“I’m gonna come, Copper,” she said on a moan, and he pounded into her harder.

“Give it to me, gorgeous.” He sucked a nipple into her mouth, lace and all and Shell shattered, coming on his cock. “Fuck!” He didn’t stand a chance once she started clenching all over him like that. The orgasm slammed into him like a charging bull.

“Wow,” Shell said with a giggle. “Not bad for a married couple.”

Copper grunted. It would take another minute for his brain to kick back in.

Trapped between his heavy body and the wall, Shell wiggled. “Think anyone heard us?”

The reception was at the clubhouse and should be in full swing without them. “Pretty sure you woke your pops in his grave. Expecting his ghost to show up with a shotgun anytime now.”

She giggled again as he let her body slide to the floor. “Nah, you made an honest woman outta me.”

“Smartest thing I ever did.” Kissing her mouth, he righted his clothes. Not a hard task since all he did was loosen his pants to free his dick.

Shell, on the other hand, had the more arduous task of slipping back into her wedding dress. He propped his ass on the end of his desk and watched the show. She’d worn a short and sassy white dress that hugged her every curve. When he’d first seen it, he’d been surprised by how conservative the dress was. Not even a hint of cleavage. Then she’d turned, and he came face to face with her bare back. The dress dipped nearly to her ass. All he could think about was running his tongue along her spine.

It was the first thing he did after locking the office door.

Fucking sexy as hell.

“You see my panties?” Shell asked, scanning the floor.

With a smirk, Copper bent and retrieved the tattered fabric from the ground. “Not sure they’re gonna be much good to you anymore.”

Shell’s eyes widened. “How did I not realize you did that?”

He stalked forward, shoving the panties in his pants pocket. “Guess I had you a little distracted.”

A sly grin curled her now lipstick-free mouth. “Guess so.”

“Ready to head out to our party?” he asked his wife. Damn, that sounded sweet.

Shell nodded, and he tucked her hand in his, exactly where it belonged. The last few months had been the most amazing of his life. And now he had the rest of his days to enjoy the woman who made up his whole world.

“Let’s do it,” she said, rising up on her toes for a kiss.

Fuck yeah.

THE MOMENT COPPER opened the door, a few hundred bikers broke out into raucous cheers and hollers.

“Yeah, Copper, that’s how you get it done.”

“You bent her over that desk, Prez?”

“Hope you gave her an inch for every year you made her wait for you.” That was Izzy’s voice.

Shell’s face burned.

It’d been nice knowing Izzy. Too bad Shell would never be able to face her again.

She peeked up at her husband who had the smuggest damn look on his face. He glanced down at her with a wink. All she could do was roll her eyes and laugh.