Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“And put this one on.”
Matthew stared at the leather cut. This wasn’t a badge, but his father’s original leather cut. The one he had earned as a member of the Trojans MC. When he took over as Prez, the cut was put to one side and he had gotten another made.
“When you were born, I always said that once you earned your place within the club, you’d get this. I stick by my promises. You’re turning into a fine man, Matthew. One I am so very proud of. Welcome to the club.”
His father slapped him on the shoulder, gripping him tightly.
“I’m getting married,” he said. “Luna and I are engaged.”
The approved grip turned into a hug, followed by a slap on the back. “Congratulations, son. I’m so very proud of you.”
“Now, let’s celebrate.”
There was a round of cheers, and an explosion of beer as Pike sprayed them all with a can he’d shaken.
Luna giggled and cupped his face. “I hear congratulations are in order,” she said.
“Move in with me,” he said.
“But you don’t have your own place.”
“I will,” Matthew said. “Me and you. Move in with me.”
“Well, I’m going to marry you, so I might as well move in with you.”
“That a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes.”
He wanted to lift her and spin her around, but she was still healing, so instead, he made do with just kissing her. Kissing the love of his life. The one he’d finally won back. The one he knew he was never going to let go. Not in a million fucking years and then beyond that as well.
Epilogue
One year later
Luna knew what was coming.
Her parents were pissed with her that she only wanted a small wedding. A biker wedding. One held at the MC clubhouse, complete with her biker rebel fiancé, his family, and his extended family that was also her own.
In the past year, she had gotten close with all the women, the old ladies. She had even come to like several of the club whores. She hated calling them that, but as Matthew told her many times, it was what they were. Free pussy for the men who wanted them.
Their ceremony wasn’t quite as small as she had hoped.
The Trojans had an even bigger extended family, and they came in to see the wedding of the Prez’s son.
Her father had walked her down the aisle. She’d worn her white dress and heels to match. Matthew had been terrified about the heels. She could barely walk in them, but it had been a dream she wanted.
They had the food, the dances, the cake, and then, some serious partying. She still wore her dress. Her parents had gone home, as had their few friends. She didn’t care that her parents struggled. They found love with one another, and she found love with Matthew and his biker family.
Which was why she was wearing his leather cut in the clubhouse. No club whore was to be seen. There were only a few men, and Matthew had already lifted her onto the table.
This was her claiming of an old lady. His hands moved under her wedding dress, and he took off her panties. She saw him shove them into her pocket.
“They’re mine to keep,” he said.
“Matthew?”
He tutted. “Mine, and I think I’ll keep them in my pocket at all times.”
In the past year, there were a few times they had been separated. Matthew had to do club runs with the rest of the men, and there was church. They had found a little apartment not too far from the diner, where she worked.
The diner had been given to Holly and Mary. They were working to bring it back up to speck. Of course, the town loved the new place. Holly and Mary had a vision for it, and Luna, while she worked on her story, helped them as much as she could.
She closed her eyes as he pressed his hand toward her core.
“Forget about them,” Matthew said. He surrounded her.
It wasn’t hard to not think of the men in the room, focusing solely on her husband. The man she had loved for what felt like a lifetime.
“Is this really happening?” she asked.
“Yes,” Matthew said. “I told you once, didn’t I? That there was going to come a time when you were going to be mine? You’ll be my old lady.”
“And that’s why you told me about the … this.”
“Yes.”
She stared into his eyes as he kissed her.
Matthew thrust against her, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock. She wanted him so badly.
“I’ve got a condom,” he said.
She grabbed his hands. “Fuck me, Matthew. We don’t need the condom.”
They had been talking about starting a family. She had been nervous to do so, but now, she knew without a shadow of a doubt he was the man she wanted. This was the life she wanted to lead.