He turned to me slowly, and we shared another intense look. Probably the thousandth that night.
Joker leaned in, ignoring the nitty-gritty war stories Dust described, whispering in my ear. “That dress is coming off, babe. Less than an hour. Then you're gonna get pounded so fuckin' hard you'll think you married a damned jackhammer.”
Holy shit. I smiled, kissed him, trying to stop more filthy promises from spilling out of his mouth.
My body couldn't take it. My nipples were like stones underneath my bra, begging to be teased.
Truly, every inch of me wanted out of this dress. It wanted to be naked, sweaty, and wrapped around him while he reminded me what ecstasy really meant.
A couple men over, Grandpa Taylor yawned, rubbing his eyes. Tinman had taken over holding Alex, giving him sips from a juice box when he reached out his little hands.
“Shit. The old man's getting tired,” Joker said, pulling away from me reluctantly. He stepped up, guiding me along by the hand. “Lion, Tin, get him back to the home. We'll take the kid from here.”
“You got it, Veep.”
Tin passed Alex into my arms, while Joker watched Lion take the handles to his grandfather's chair. The old man seemed to perk up when he rolled by us, tugging on the brother's sleeve.
“Wait.” They came to a full stop. “Jackson, I gotta say, I never thought I'd see you happy again after that night the evil bullshit went down. All these years I've had on this Earth, boy, and I've never been happier I was wrong.”
“Me, too, grandpa,” Joker growled, leaning in to give the old man a warm hug.
I watched with a smile on my face, rocking Alex as he whined for more juice. “There, there, little man. Someday you'll be old enough to appreciate all of this.”
“Come on,” Joker said, turning his attention back to us. “I think it's time we get this honeymoon on the road.”
The brothers began to split as soon as the old man left us. We made our way through the last of the party, stopping to say hello to Skin, Meg, and her parents on our way out. They looked so happy.
Her rich, mild mannered family looked like they'd finally made peace with their daughter marrying a biker. Or at least they put on one hell of a show.
It didn't matter to me. Nothing was going to ruin this night, not even a few of the people around us stuffing their feelings down their throats.
Joker called to Bingo, who came running after us. All four of us headed up the small, rocky hill to his truck, loaded and ready to take us deep into the Smokies. We had a nice cabin reserved the next week, right next to a mountain spring.
A cabin with two rooms. We'd need the extra wall like air and water for what he planned to do to me.
I was fixing Alex in his kiddie seat, Bingo wedged in next to him, when I felt my man's palm glide against my ass.
I jumped, my teeth digging into my lip, savoring the delicious tingle.
“What's that for?” I asked, turning around, running my hands up over his shoulders. His stubble hadn't ever felt this good, or maybe I'd just never been so horny in my entire life.
“Last part of the vows I couldn't say out in the open.”
Smirking, I folded my arms, looking him up and down. “Yeah? You're telling me Jackson Taylor has limits to what he'll do in public?”
“Whatever. Sure, babe, if you wanna put it like that. Smacking your sweet ass is only the first word of them vows. Once I start, I don't fuckin' stop, and you know it. You're about to find out what I'm all about when I talk about forever.”
Growling, he reached around, pushed his fingers through my hair, and kissed me. I leaned against the truck, moaning, wishing I could rip this stupid wedding dress off right here.
It served its purpose earlier in the evening. But now it was just annoying, a wall between me, him, and that bulge he pushed hard between my legs.
Shit. I wanted to take him, all of him, and soon.
“Christ. You're really serious, aren't you?”
He looked at me, his eyes narrow. “Babe, you know it. Get in the fuckin' truck.”
*
Beautiful didn't begin to describe the cabin. It was decked out in rustic splendor with a full bar, a bear skin rug on the floor, and a grill on a tall deck reaching for the woods, overlooking a Smoky Mountain stream below.
All ours for the next week.
We put Alex down for a nap and let Bingo out into the fenced in area to catch the sweet breeze.
I leaned down to kiss the sleeping little boy, still marveling at the son we'd created. Joker came up behind me, pressed his big, thick hands around my waist, and squeezed.
Then my attention belonged to somebody else, and so did I.
“Come on, babe. Can't wait any fuckin' longer.”
Smiling, I turned. His lips caught mine without waiting another second.
Instant pleasure. Explosive, sizzling, raw, and electric.
Somewhere in the middle of that kiss, I ran out of words to describe it. It overwhelmed me, and so did his hands, running up and down my body.