Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

“Well, by the power vested in me by the state of Texas, thanks to the damn internet, I now pronounce you man and wife. Kiss the girl, Ford.”

Ford wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up against his body.

I lost my mind for a second. I couldn’t think, not at all, as his lips pressed against mine.

My whole body was on fire. My veins were pumping lava as he kissed me, and I kissed him back.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss you did in a church. It was the kind of kiss I’d been wanting from him, dreaming about from him, needing from him.

He kissed me hard, fast, his tongue entering my mouth, his body pressed against mine.

I gave myself to his kiss, gave myself to him.

In that moment, I realized that if he hadn’t claimed me before, he was definitely claiming me right then.

Slowly, the kiss broke apart, and I became aware of the room cheering.

I looked up, taking a breath. I felt like I was waking up from a dream, my head dizzy, my whole face tingling.

“Hell yeah!” Clutch called. “That was one fucking kiss!”

The room hooted, and even Janine was laughing. Ford flipped them all off, laughing along with them.

Soon we were whisked away to the bar where everyone joined us. The drinks flowed freely, and the music was turned up loud. More and more members slowly started showing up as the hours passed and the day turned into evening.

I felt drunk, though I didn’t drink much. Ford stayed by my side every second of the day, making jokes, talking to other members, and laughing.

It was a biker wedding through and through. There was cursing, even a small fight, and lots of alcohol. And I had so much fun. For the first time since Rod had been killed, I found that I was actually letting go and trying to enjoy myself.

Eventually I found myself alone with Ford in a corner of the room.

“What’d you think, wife?” he asked me.

“It was interesting.” I wasn’t sure what I was doing with him, what was happening, but I was happy. I looked at my hand and felt the ring, felt the strange weight, the strange metal, and felt good.

Terrified, but good.

“Biker wedding,” he said, shrugging. “We’re not big on ceremony, but we’re big on drinking.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah. I figured that one out.”

“You know, you look damn good, Caralee.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it. You’re the hottest piece of fucking ass in this building.”

I laughed again, shaking my head. “You really have a way with words.”

He grinned, standing close to me. “What can I say? I feel what I feel.”

“What do you feel right now?”

“Fucking hard for you. I’m practically tearing these pants apart thinking about making your body sweat.”

“Ford,” I said, not sure what I was saying.

“You know you thought it the moment you saw me that night, Caralee. You thought you wanted a taste of what it would be like.” He moved closer to me, his hands at my hips, pulling me against him.

I gasped as I felt his hard cock against my body.

“You know you’ve been thinking about it. You want to suck my cock. You want to ride my face. You want my tongue on your clit, making you scream.”

“I don’t know,” I said, breathless.

“I know. You’re soaked, been soaked all day. That pussy is begging to be fucked, to feel my thick cock filling it up.”

“What do you want?” I whispered.

“I want to take you home and consummate this damn marriage. I want to make you feel something you weren’t sure you could feel.”

I blinked up at him, my lips slightly parted, every fiber of my being standing on end for him, charged for him. Excitement, desire, lust, it all flowed through me, needing him, wanting him.

Maybe I’d lost my mind, or maybe I’d finally figured it all out.

But I found myself saying, “Okay. Take me home.”

And then he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me against him, and kissed me hard.

Another rush of blood through my body, lightning, bolts of desire. My pussy was flooded, soaked, tingling. Every fingertip was on fire, my face a numb mess of need and want.

The kiss broke off, and he dragged me through the party by my hand. A few people laughed and cheered as we left, but I could barely hear them.

He tossed me on his bike, putting his helmet on over my head, and hopped on the front. He kicked the bike into gear, the engine roaring to life, and we tore out of there.

I clung to his body, my whole chest pounding, my brain buzzing.

I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking.

But I felt good.

On the back of his bike, racing toward his cabin, I felt damn good.

And I wanted him to make me feel better.