Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“You know what would make that dress better?” Regg asked, motioning with his finger up and down my dress.
“What?” I asked, looking over it in a panic. Was something wrong? When I didn’t find anything, I looked up to find him smiling wide.
“If you just pulled the top down just a little-“
“You’re a fuckin’ perv Regg,” Red snapped, but I could hear the smile in her tone. “What do you want?”
“I was hopin’ to find y’all naked.”
“Get out.”
“Babe.”
The sound of voices was tuned out, as I focused all my attention on the man emerging from the room across the hall. Luke looked stunning in an ivory tux that matched the color of my dress perfectly. My eyes traveled up his body, excitement filling me as they zoned in on the bulge between his thighs, knowing that in only a matter of hours, I would be seeing him, tasting him, and feeling him as he pulsated inside me. I dragged my eyes over the lapels of his tux, which hid what I knew were rock hard muscles, begging to be caressed with my touch and teased with the biting sting of my nails as they dug into him; a result of the pleasure he gave me. The silk necktie he wore was orange in color, matching my shoes, and reminding us to stay true to the double life we both lived. His hair was a dark blonde mess, styled unintentionally by his hands, which he ran through it whenever he was anxious or mad. His lips were parted, and showed the slightest hint of the two perfect rows of white teeth that sat behind them. Those lips would be on me soon, sealing the lifetime promise we would make to each other with a kiss. I found his eyes, filled with fondness and pride as he took me, his soon-to-be bride, in all of my dressed grandeur. He gave me a wink and butterflies fluttered in my stomach, causing my heart to skip a beat, before it continued hammering against my chest. His eyes shone brightly, and reminded me that I already had something blue, and they would be with me at the altar.
The door was slammed shut and Luke’s face disappeared. My ears tuned into the chatter in the room as everyone offered up something blue, from an Aleve that Brooklyn pulled from her purse, to the panties Katina was willing to remove and allow me to wear. I declined all their gifts, with a laugh, letting them know that I had forgotten I already had something.
I had a host of sisters from both Hattiesburg and Lake Charles, but it was the eight that surrounded me that I wanted to stand next to me as I said my vows, making Luke roll his eyes at the thought of having to convince eight brothers to wear a tuxedo. After much consideration, we decided that we would not choose who stood with us, but would ask them all to stand behind us, as we began our journey together as husband and wife. It would be only Luke and I who stood at the altar and only our family and closest friends would be present. I thought of how each one of the women in the room held a special place in my heart.
My beautiful sister Maddie; looking at her now, I realized that the days of my past were dull compared to the ones I now shared with her. She was my sister in more ways than one, and I now that I had her in my life, I couldn’t imagine living without her.
The foul-mouthed, hard-headed, big-hearted Red, whose tough exterior was only half the reason I loved her. It was the passion she had for life and the ability to love fiercely that filled the void in my heart, which I didn’t even know was there until she came along.
Mother to us all and leader of our pack, Brooklyn, who paved the road that we all traveled to be a part of the MC life. My heart had been stolen by Luke. There was never a time when I felt like I couldn’t love him, but it was Brooklyn who had shown me how to love LLC. She had taught me how to be an ol’ lady, and how to love a biker, and the life that went with it.
I might not have known the other ladies that were in my room for very long, but I loved them all. They were dear to me, because they had played a significant part in molding and preparing me for the life of an ol’ lady that I was honored to live. They showed me it wasn’t what others portrayed it to be, a group of weak women who stood behind their men in fear of their lives, due to the constant drama and violence that being in an MC entailed. What they showed me was the truth. Being part of a sisterhood was about trust, loyalty, and pride, but above all that, it was about love and friendship. We were not weak women who stood behind our men, we were strong women who stood beside our men with the promise of trust, and behind our men with the promise of respect. When problems arose, we faced them head-on, ready to fight, and even die, for what we believed in; the right to be a part of a life where you no longer lived as one, but you rode as many, on a steel horse that was banded with the pledge of love, loyalty and respect; a promise that would last forever.