Withstanding Me
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Shadow walks up beside them and crosses his arms. “All she’s gotta do is tell me she’s okay and I’ll leave her alone.” He says, causing Tatiana to jump.
“Jesus, stop doing that! What is wrong with you?” she shrieks.
I gotta admit the f**ker is a pretty damn sneaky bastard.
“Tatiana just tell him you’re okay,” ZZ growls.
“Fine! I’m f**kin okay. Now stop following me around and get back to your date!” She growls, looking around for Alice, I guess. “There she is. Now leave me the hell alone!” And she stomps off.
“She’s pretty mad. Is that his girlfriend?” Alice whispers beside me.
“Nope,” I answer taking a drink of my beer. This shit is entertaining. You would think the drama would bother Winter because it’s her wedding, but when I look over at her, she’s just smiling and shaking her head. She’s one cool bitch.
“Well I guess I’m gonna head out. This is too much drama for me,” Alice says standing up.
I laugh and just wave.
***
Chapter 13
Part Two
Winter
I’m sitting next to my husband.
MY HUSBAND!
I love the sound of that. Braxxon and I are watching the drama unfold with Tatiana and Shadow. The dude had it coming.
“I hope she smacks him good a few times,” I laugh, taking a sip of my wine.
Braxxon jerks me and my chair closer towards him, and starts nuzzling my neck. “Why do you hope that?” He murmurs against my skin, causing goose bumps to trickle along my arms.
“He’s basically leading her on. Actions and words can seriously be misconstrued if a person isn’t careful. The little f**ker acts like he cares one moment and the next he doesn’t want nothing to do with her, so when he brings a date, she has every right to push him far away.” I grumble, setting my wine glass down, waiting for my reception to begin.
“My wise wife,” he chuckles, intertwining our hands.
I scowl at his smartassery.
“Just because it’s our wedding night doesn’t mean I have to give you any pu**y, just so you know.” I say raising my left eyebrow. Pointed looks hardly work with this man; I don’t know why I try.
“Angel,” he growls. “Don’t play games with me on my wedding night.”
Really? I want to laugh.
“Don’t growl at me, you beast. Don’t get smart with me,” I hiss. “I’m not one of your little Breakneck brothers. I’m your wife now.” I take another sip of my wine. It’s so delicious and expensive. The taste almost makes up for the cost.
“Don’t threaten me with takin’ my pu**y from me and we’ll have a happy marriage.”
I sputter my wine.
“Oh good, as long as we’re clear…”
His fingers edge up to the pressure point on my wrist, and he growls. “Do I need to take my wife to our new bedroom?”
Leave our reception. Yes, please!
“Maybe?”
He stands quickly, knocking over his chair, jerking me up into a bridal style carry, and starts taking off into the building.
“What about our reception?” I squeal, kicking playfully.
“To hell with the reception, I need to f**k my wife.”
***
Braxxon
I can’t wait till I can get inside of her.
MY WIFE!
Fuck! Never thought I’d see the day I’d get married. She looks so f**kin beautiful. My Angel in red. Her hair is curly, sitting on top of her head just the way I love it. Her red dress hugs her sexy body tightly, and poufs out at the bottom. I wonder if I’ll be able to get it off her.
I take off up the stairs in the new building in search of our new room. We still have the shittastic one in the clubhouse, but Angel went all out for the room she’s gonna be stuck in when we’re on lockdowns like we are right now.
I reach the door handle, and it’s locked.
What the f**k?
“Oh shit, here.” Angel says digging into the top of her dress.
I smirk. “Why is our door locked, Angel?”
“It’s our damn room. Right now, this is our home. You always lock your home up.” She says matter of fact. “Besides, the house the girls and I we were gonna live in is no longer an option with the hit, and now we’re married, so all of my shit is here.”
I take the key from my wife and unlock the door without putting her down. I’m a biker, but I ain’t stupid. I know I gotta carry my woman over the threshold.
I’m in no hurry, so I shut the door quietly and walk her over to our new bed, gently setting her down.
Angel leans back on her elbows, watching my every move carefully.
I love when she looks at me like that. Like I’m her entire world. That I’m the reason she didn’t give up. But I know the truth. I may be her entire world, but my Angel didn’t give up because she’s Angel and she’s so f**kin strong.
Without taking my eyes off her, I unbutton my tuxedo jacket and slowly slip it off and toss it on a plush chair she has sitting next to the window.
I drag my suspenders down and let them hang, and I unbutton my white shirt and un-tuck it.
“Don’t take it off,” she whispers.
I grin and start undoing my pants. When I start to lower them, she shakes her head no. I c**k my head to the side, confused as to what she wants. She sits up and trails her beautiful hand along my scar, and I gulp. This intense feeling would’ve scared the shit outta me a few months ago. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have let a woman touch me so intimately. But that was a few months ago; that was before my Angel. That was before I fell in love, and that was before I got married.
“Jesus, stop doing that! What is wrong with you?” she shrieks.
I gotta admit the f**ker is a pretty damn sneaky bastard.
“Tatiana just tell him you’re okay,” ZZ growls.
“Fine! I’m f**kin okay. Now stop following me around and get back to your date!” She growls, looking around for Alice, I guess. “There she is. Now leave me the hell alone!” And she stomps off.
“She’s pretty mad. Is that his girlfriend?” Alice whispers beside me.
“Nope,” I answer taking a drink of my beer. This shit is entertaining. You would think the drama would bother Winter because it’s her wedding, but when I look over at her, she’s just smiling and shaking her head. She’s one cool bitch.
“Well I guess I’m gonna head out. This is too much drama for me,” Alice says standing up.
I laugh and just wave.
***
Chapter 13
Part Two
Winter
I’m sitting next to my husband.
MY HUSBAND!
I love the sound of that. Braxxon and I are watching the drama unfold with Tatiana and Shadow. The dude had it coming.
“I hope she smacks him good a few times,” I laugh, taking a sip of my wine.
Braxxon jerks me and my chair closer towards him, and starts nuzzling my neck. “Why do you hope that?” He murmurs against my skin, causing goose bumps to trickle along my arms.
“He’s basically leading her on. Actions and words can seriously be misconstrued if a person isn’t careful. The little f**ker acts like he cares one moment and the next he doesn’t want nothing to do with her, so when he brings a date, she has every right to push him far away.” I grumble, setting my wine glass down, waiting for my reception to begin.
“My wise wife,” he chuckles, intertwining our hands.
I scowl at his smartassery.
“Just because it’s our wedding night doesn’t mean I have to give you any pu**y, just so you know.” I say raising my left eyebrow. Pointed looks hardly work with this man; I don’t know why I try.
“Angel,” he growls. “Don’t play games with me on my wedding night.”
Really? I want to laugh.
“Don’t growl at me, you beast. Don’t get smart with me,” I hiss. “I’m not one of your little Breakneck brothers. I’m your wife now.” I take another sip of my wine. It’s so delicious and expensive. The taste almost makes up for the cost.
“Don’t threaten me with takin’ my pu**y from me and we’ll have a happy marriage.”
I sputter my wine.
“Oh good, as long as we’re clear…”
His fingers edge up to the pressure point on my wrist, and he growls. “Do I need to take my wife to our new bedroom?”
Leave our reception. Yes, please!
“Maybe?”
He stands quickly, knocking over his chair, jerking me up into a bridal style carry, and starts taking off into the building.
“What about our reception?” I squeal, kicking playfully.
“To hell with the reception, I need to f**k my wife.”
***
Braxxon
I can’t wait till I can get inside of her.
MY WIFE!
Fuck! Never thought I’d see the day I’d get married. She looks so f**kin beautiful. My Angel in red. Her hair is curly, sitting on top of her head just the way I love it. Her red dress hugs her sexy body tightly, and poufs out at the bottom. I wonder if I’ll be able to get it off her.
I take off up the stairs in the new building in search of our new room. We still have the shittastic one in the clubhouse, but Angel went all out for the room she’s gonna be stuck in when we’re on lockdowns like we are right now.
I reach the door handle, and it’s locked.
What the f**k?
“Oh shit, here.” Angel says digging into the top of her dress.
I smirk. “Why is our door locked, Angel?”
“It’s our damn room. Right now, this is our home. You always lock your home up.” She says matter of fact. “Besides, the house the girls and I we were gonna live in is no longer an option with the hit, and now we’re married, so all of my shit is here.”
I take the key from my wife and unlock the door without putting her down. I’m a biker, but I ain’t stupid. I know I gotta carry my woman over the threshold.
I’m in no hurry, so I shut the door quietly and walk her over to our new bed, gently setting her down.
Angel leans back on her elbows, watching my every move carefully.
I love when she looks at me like that. Like I’m her entire world. That I’m the reason she didn’t give up. But I know the truth. I may be her entire world, but my Angel didn’t give up because she’s Angel and she’s so f**kin strong.
Without taking my eyes off her, I unbutton my tuxedo jacket and slowly slip it off and toss it on a plush chair she has sitting next to the window.
I drag my suspenders down and let them hang, and I unbutton my white shirt and un-tuck it.
“Don’t take it off,” she whispers.
I grin and start undoing my pants. When I start to lower them, she shakes her head no. I c**k my head to the side, confused as to what she wants. She sits up and trails her beautiful hand along my scar, and I gulp. This intense feeling would’ve scared the shit outta me a few months ago. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have let a woman touch me so intimately. But that was a few months ago; that was before my Angel. That was before I fell in love, and that was before I got married.
