Much like a wedding celebrating the obvious love shared between two people.
I had no room in my life for celebrations and gatherings, no desire to engage in joyous occasions or other people’s happiness, but I guess I just needed the right group to share them with in order to realize it doesn’t have to be tainted with negativity so heavy it’s like an elephant on your chest.
I smile as we roll to a stop a few miles from the clubhouse, reach back and stroke the creamy skin of Blondie’s bare calf with my knuckles. She tightens her hold around my waist, presses her beautiful body harder against mine, and I can feel her sigh of contentment along the nape of my neck as her delicate fingers dig into my stomach just a little.
Prez and Sofie had their ceremony outside at a park not far from the clubhouse. It was nice; brief, but full of emotion and meaningful exchanges between them. The entire MC was present, all of us decked out in our finest duds, our cuts cleaned and pressed while still somehow grungy as hell over nice shirts and dress pants. The reception is at the clubhouse and we’re rolling back in formation, everyone on our bikes with our colors displayed proudly, Prez’s ride leading the way complete with his bride on the back and aJust Marriedsign dragging behind them adorned with beer cans, boots, and streamers.
That was Jackal’s idea and while Prez just rolled his eyes, Sofie was elated.
And despite the warmth and joy that’s surrounded everyone all day, I don’t even think the newlyweds are as happy as I am right now because fuck, I am so goddamn happy I could burst.
Nothing in the fucking world beats having Theo on my bike, wrapped around me while she’s wearing my jacket, this gorgeous pixie on my arm while I mingle with my brothers. And there sure as hell isn’t anything better than the way Blondie looks in that killer dress, that’s for damn sure.
I about shit when I walked out of the bathroom and saw her hopping around trying to get her one shoe on while simultaneously putting in an earring. Don’t get me wrong, Theo is a total fucking knockout in her baggy ass sweaters, glasses and updo, but Jesus, the way she’s dressed now? Yeah, I was not prepared for what all of that had been hiding.
To be honest, it was like a kid walking out on Christmas morning to find that Santa not only delivered, but dude brought the whole damn sack of toys and left all of them under the tree.
Theo is very petite, something that’s made obvious by her height and confirmed when I hold her close, and while I had been curious about the shape of her body, I’ve never been granted more than a good look at her forearms and calves, her beautiful hands and adorable feet. Let me tell you what though, Blondie was hiding an absolutely banging little body under all that fabric and I thought for sure my dick was going to tear open my fly and run over to greet it.
Lean muscle and subtle curves, Theo’s body is the very definition of elegance and grace. She’s built like a dancer, although I haven’t seen tits like hers on any ballerina before. And to think she had me totally fooled with all the comments about her non-existent ass andboobies.
Blondie has a firm little bubble butt, hips that flare ever so slightly, and a rack that I know without a doubt would fit perfectly in my big mitts. Got to be a solid big B-cup, probably closer to a C than she realizes and that makes them perfect for holding, squeezing, kissing and biting, licking and sliding my dick between. And I bet her nipples are the same shade as her heart shaped lips and bite-sized to boot.
Fuck me, and that tattoo? I had no idea Theo even had one, not after all the conversations we’ve had or the hours she spent asking me about all my ink. I’m surprised it didn’t come up, but I ain’t mad about it, just dying to get a good look at her artwork and where it leads.
Needless to say, I cannot wait to get her home and peel that dress off of her so I can see what else my pixie is hiding.
“Zak.” Theo grips my waist as I roll through the gates and park my bike. “Zak, I’m nervous.”
I grin, shake my head and cut the engine. “Why? You just met everyone at the ceremony.”
“I know but it’s not the same.” She dismounts much better than she did the first time she rode my Harley—thank God. “You introduced me, I said hi, then I sat quietly with a bunch of women who gave me dirty looks. I didn’t have to talk or walk, and thankfully I haven’t figured out how to make an ass out of myself without doing one of those things yet.”
I smirk as I reach up to unhook the chin strap on her helmet, the new one I bought that actually fits her. “Thank god for that, but it’s going to be fine, honey. You’re—”Hold on a second.“Who was giving you dirty looks?”
Theo shakes out her hair, flips those white-blonde beach waves in a way that has my dick twitching. “The women I was sitting with.”
“The chicks the guys brought as their dates?”
She nods and adjusts her clothes. “Yeah. A couple of them anyway.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. The brunette and the one with pink streaks in her hair.”
Lola and Rain, Spider and Brick’s girls.
Fuck.
“You sure they were giving you dirty looks?”
Theo shrugs. “The brunette was for sure. And she kept whispering to the one with pink streaks.”
Fucking Lola.“What was she saying, honey?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t try to listen because I don’t really care. I’m used to that sort of thing so it doesn’t really bother me, but it was hard to ignore the dirty looks.”
I give her a soft smile as I stand then cup her cheeks. “You want me to say something to the guys?”
