Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Junior looks around but rolls his eyes and nods.
“Good. Why don’t you guys escort him out. Make sure he gets home and gets packing. Makes some arrangements. Encourage him if necessary.”
“Got it.” Gage nods and they point junior down the hall, following him out the front door and I’m left with Kristina’s father.
“This is going to be simple.” I step back, giving him some respect. “I love your daughter. I may not be the white collar type but I’ll make her happy or I’ll die trying. So, I need you to come with me. Across the street. You’re going to apologize to her, then you’re going to give us your blessing. Because I’m going to ask her to marry me and I want her to look in your eyes, and you tell her if it’s what makes her happy, it’s what makes you happy. We good?”
I march him across the street and into the bar. All the girls turn around and a few of the other guys that are there, and I see the surprised looks. But it’s Kristina I’m focused on.
“Dad?” She looks from him to me. “Henry...” She starts, and I hear the laughter from the others in the bar, but I don’t care. “What are you doing with my father?”
“You’ll see.” I step forward, taking my woman by the back of the neck and tipping her head so she’s looking up at me, then I put my other hand on her ass and squeeze. “Who do you belong to?” I ask and her eyes go wide, she’s trying to look at her father but I focus her back to me. “I asked you a question. Your father has nothing to do with it. Who do you belong to?”
I see her throat move as she swallows and I also take note that her nipples go hard and nearly poke holes through her shirt.
“I belong to you.”
I nod. “Damn right you do.” Then I look to her father. “You guys were planning a wedding, right?”
He looks scared but he nods.
“Well, there’s going to be a wedding, and we have your blessing, don’t we?”
“Ye—” He stammers, then finds the word he’s looking for. “Yes. You have my blessing.”
I loosen up on Kristina and she looks at her father. “Really?”
“Really.”
“So, let’s have a wedding.” I say and there’s cheers in the bar, then I bend down and kiss Kristina hard before I drop to my knee and pull out the ring I’ve been carrying around since that first night we had together.
“Baby. I’m no scholor. I may not be what you thought you wanted, but I know I’ll make you happy. So fucking marry me.”
“Is that a question?” She smiles, her eyes welling.
I tip my head back and forth. “It can be, as long as the answer is yes.”
“Yes.” She nods and I slip the ring on her finger, get on my feet, pick her up as she wraps her legs around my back and push her up against the wall, kissing her hard as I drive my dick between her legs, not caring that her father is standing behind us watching.
A little dry hump against the bar wall never hurt anyone.
I think that’s a bible verse.
At least it is in my bible.
13 | Kristina
The wind is whipping my hair around my neck, and the helmet is surely making short work of destroying my twisted updo Jillian spent an hour on this morning as she helped me dress for my wedding.
My wedding.
I still am having a hard time grasping that this is all real.
Wrath has one hand steering the bike while his other is wrapped around my calf, slowly caressing it as my white dress sits high on my thighs, flapping behind me in the wind.
The ceremony was everything I’d ever wanted and nothing like what I thought I’ve ever want.
We’re heading down the 403 and the day started out stormy but about an hour before the ceremony, the clouds parted and the sun came out with the perfect breeze coming from the east. I can still smell the white roses that were in my bouquet as I wrap my arms around Wrath, holding him tighter as I lay my cheek on his shoulder, smelling his spicy scent mixed with the leather from his vest.
I’m a little tipsy from the champagne we had at the Ride or Die for our reception. It was wonderful. All the club members, some of their friends and family all came to celebrate with us. I could barely keep track of all their names, but they took me in, as well as my father and Jillian, like we were family.
Wrath didn’t drink because he knew he would be taking me on his bike after the party and I’ve never known this sort of safe, nurtured feeling before. He’s rough with me, and I like that as well, but the way he seems to always be two steps ahead of any danger or misstep doesn’t make me feel oppressed—instead, I feel precious.