Page 118 of Beautifully Reckless
God, no. That was different. On a whole other level.
But, I’m still not happy.
As a little girl, I used to dream about my wedding. I imagined Lexi beside me as my bridesmaid, and my friends throwingconfetti. My little sister, Tahli, sprinkling the aisle with rose petals as the cutest flower girl you ever saw.
Instead, I barely know ten percent of the people here, and none of them know a damn thing about me.
Hell, even the man I’m about to marry probably thinks my favourite colour is pink, just because I’m a girl.
Narrowing my eyes at the big brute breathing the same air as me, I straighten my spine to make myself a little taller.
“You talk a big game, old man. Be careful not to strain your back.”
JD and Jols snicker at that, but Ringo looks about ready to put me over his knee.
Huh… not sure I entirely hate that idea.
“If you want to act like a little brat, Angel, then be prepared to be treated like one,” he snaps, before turning his dark gaze to his biker mate, Ace. “Get started. I’ve got a bride who’s gagging to get to the part where I fuck her.”
The crowd rumbles with low laughter, and my cheeks flame to life in embarrassment, but it’s Doreen’s scoff that keeps me calm.
“Cameron Eugene, I’ll clip you across the ears. Apologise to sweet Abbey.”
Ringo’s lips twitch into a smirk as he turns back to me. “Hear that, Angel. My ma thinks you’re sweet.” He leans in close, lips brushing my ear. “I bet she wouldn’t think you were so sweet if she knew how I ate your pussy last night.”
Fire.
My cheeks are blazing.
Heat races from my scalp, down my spine and into my toes.
Ringo chuckles as he straightens and motions for Ace to get things rolling, and it takes me way too long to settle the storm in my head enough to focus on what Ace is saying. He must be ordained or something because it all sounds legit to me.
I zone out so much that it isn’t until Ringo squeezes my hand that I realise Ace is talking to me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. What?”
“I asked if you’re ready to make your vows?”
I blink at Ace before darting my wide eyes back to Ringo.
Vows.
Of course there are vows. It’s a wedding.
Shit. Was I meant to write vows?
“She’s ready,” Ringo answers for me when I don’t respond, and I swear I must look like a total bimbo right now.
“Great,” Ace beams, his silver streaked hair tied neatly back at his nape, making him look weirdly civilized for someone in a biker vest. “Repeat after me, together.”
“Together?” I whisper to Ringo, and he nods.
“Together, Angel.”
Clearing my throat, I try to compose myself, unsure if I’ve ever seen wedding vows recited together. Is that an MC thing?
I should have asked more questions before agreeing to this. There’s so much I don’t know. Not just about weddings and being a wife, but about marrying into a lawless biker club.
