Viper (Hell's Handlers MC 9)

Until the man presiding over the service told him he could kiss his wife. That he did not miss.

Kiss his wife.

His wife.

Holy shit.

Viper grabbed her grinning face and crushed his mouth to hers. Thank God this crowd wasn’t full of prudes because there was no way he could keep this kiss appropriate. He dove his tongue into her mouth, letting her know exactly what would be happening when they were alone later.

Cassie moaned and grabbed his wrists, holding him close. When they finally came up for air, each ignored the cheers and shouts of their family as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Once again, the crowd faded into the distance as he stared at his gorgeous wife.

He loved this woman.

Loved her today.

And he’d love her tomorrow.

And if he were to leave this world early, he’d love her as he waited on her among the stars.

BONUS EPILOGUE

JAZZ

Jazz opened the door to the home she shared with her men and stepped through with a tension-dissolving sigh. Damn, it felt good to be home, and while she loved her men to a crazy degree, dealing with two strong male personalities day in and day out left her appreciative of the occasional alone time.

She kicked her shoes off and, with a groan, flexed her feet a few times. “Why on earth did I think heels would be a good idea?” Okay, fine, it’d been a two-inch wedge, but that didn’t matter to her arches when she’d been standing for seven straight hours. With a wince, she placed her feet flat on the wood floor. The near future held a long soak in the tub, but first…

Jazz reached under her Toni’s Diner T-shirt, unhooked her bra, then finagled it out the short sleeve. “Ahhh,” she said as she tossed the offensive garment on the floor. “Nothin’ better.” With a little wiggle of happy relief, she wandered toward the couch, making a mental note to pick up the bra before the men returned.

Today had been a particularly insane day at work thanks to a brutal stomach bug running rampant through Townsend. Two waitresses had called in sick, leaving Jazz to fill in for one and a half of them. Top it off with the typical end of summer Labor Day crowd, and they’d been beyond slammed. Good for business, bad for her puppies.

Speaking of puppies…where were the dogs? Pitcher and Catcher, their ironically named nine-month-old puppies usually met her at the door with an abundance of sloppy wet-tongued kisses.

Oh, right, Screw took them to the clubhouse.

True peace and quiet for a short while.

Jazz lowered herself to the couch with a groan. As the plush cushion contoured to her aching body, she mentally thanked Gumby for deciding they’d needed a new sofa a few weeks ago. This one was heavenly.

Thirty minutes later, Jazz hovered somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. She hadn’t even twitched, too exhausted to move when the sound of the door opening brought her closer to alertness.

“Oh, hell yeah,” she heard seconds before the exuberant clicking of eight doggy feet echoed through the house. It took her babies less than ten seconds to locate her, and as expected, they showered her with exaggerated love and appreciation.

“Hi, my babies,” she said, wrapping her arms around the pups. “Were you good for Daddy?” After another ten or so licks to her face, they darted out of the room, most likely in search of water.

“Are you planning to be good for Daddy?” Screw’s voice came from right outside their den.

Jazz adjusted herself to more of an upright position as he walked into the room, completely naked with his impressive erection jutting out.

“What the hell?” they both blurted at the same time.

Jazz dissolved into a fit of laughter even as her body began to react to the sight of her naked man in the way it always did. “Please tell me you didn’t go to the clubhouse like that?”

Narrowing his eyes, he propped his hands on his hips, which only accentuated his chiseled chest and that monster between his legs. Of course, that’s where her eyes went, and she swore the thing twitched under the attention. Five minutes ago, she’d been dead tired, and now certain parts of her body were wide awake.

And craving action.

“Seriously, what the fuck, Jazzy? I don’t get it.”

What on earth was he talking about? “Seriously, I have no clue what’s going on,” she said, laughing again. “Not that I don’t appreciate the view. Because I do.”

“Nuh-uh, don’t give me that sex voice, you tease. First, I walk in to find a lacy bra on the floor. Thinking there’s gonna be a trail of clothes leading to my naked ol’ lady, I decided to dress for the occasion because there’s no way I’m passing on an opportunity to get down and dirty with my girl.” He indicated his nude body. “Then I strut in here and you’re half asleep in your work clothes. “So…what the fuck?”