Brothers in Arms (Kings of Mayhem MC 2)
But for me, I stayed clear of it all.
So did Indy.
Because after Bull made the announcement and formally swore me in as VP, and when he asked me to make a speech, I changed the course of the night.
“We’re all here to celebrate me becoming the VP of this club,” I said into the microphone, and the room rumbled with cheers. “But that’s not the only thing I want you to help me celebrate tonight.”
I looked across at Indy. She was standing with Abby and Mirabella, looking beautiful in a short white dress with a plunging neckline and a choker of daisies around her milky white throat. She looked stunning and my heart overflowed with love for her. In a room full of leather and liquor, lace and smoke, she was an angel. I offered my hand to her and she stepped up onto the small stage to join me.
“Because tonight, I’m going to make this beautiful woman my wife.”
The room vibrated with surprise, and the applause that followed shook the walls.
A marriage celebrant from town joined us on stage. And as we stood there in front of all of our friends and family, I looked over at the woman who meant more to me than the air in my lungs, and a peaceful calm washed over me. I could withstand anything if she was by my side. And when I draped the custom-made crown necklace I’d gotten for her when I was seventeen, over her neck and made her my wife, it was the singular, happiest moment in my life. Indy was mine. All mine. Finally. I took her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her, and the room erupted in celebration. But they all faded away and went out of focus as I continued to kiss my wife, lost in the moment of finally becoming her King.
“I love you so much,” I whispered against her lips. I felt her smile and pull me closer, her reluctance to end our kiss as strong as mine.
Afterwards, we celebrated with our family and friends, and the festivities rolled on into the night. It was the first time in months that we were able to forget, just for once, and no one was ready for it to end. We danced. We drank. We ate. We laughed. There was a feeling of freedom in being able to let go and forget. Some of my club brothers celebrated a little too much, and toward the end of the night it got wilder. Louder. Crazier.
But I was so lost in my queen that I never left her side. And as Paula Cole’s
“Feelin’ Love” played on the jukebox and I held her in my arms, I looked down at her, aching to be inside her.
“Time to go to bed, Mrs. Calley?” I bent my head and nuzzled into her throat, dragging my tongue up to her ear. I was done waiting.
She shivered beneath the caress of my lips against her skin and a soft moan left her parted lips. “Please,” she breathed.
We arrived home, and I scooped her up in my arms and walked her across the threshold because it seemed like the right thing to do, and carried her straight up the stairs to our bedroom where I wasted no time peeling her clothes from her body. We fell onto the bed, kissing furiously, neither of us wanting to wait a moment longer. I moved between her thighs where she was slick and tender, and a tremor rippled through her as I pushed into her. She gasped and clenched around me, moaning my name as I slowly pulled back, only to thrust back with more force. Her head fell back and her fingers pressed into my shoulders. I drove into her, over and over again, my cock feeling so fucking hard it was almost painful. And I lost myself in the noises she made, in the moans and the whimpers, in the soft, tortured pleas for more.
I was making love to Indy and she was my wife.
My wife.
I started to come, and my groan was long and drawn out, syphoned out of me by an orgasm that was equally as powerful as it was euphoric. I gripped at the sheets beneath her and buried my face in her hot, slick neck, overwhelmed by the pleasure as I jetted hotly into my wife.
When our breathing eased, I rolled onto my back and drew her into my arms, kissing her forehead. It was 5 am, and outside a hint of pale light was breaking over the treeline as dawn slowly began to rise above the town. It was the beginning of a new day.
And for us, it was the beginning of our new life together, finally, as husband and wife.
INDY
Two weeks after we got married, I was finishing up a day shift at the hospital when one of the nurses told me Mirabella was in the waiting room asking for me.