“Mr. Rhoades, what is on your mind?” Esperanza asks as she slides up to my side, running her hands over my middle and placing her head on my chest.
“I’m just ready to make you mine for the rest of our days.”
“I’m already yours.”
“Not completely.”
“As far as I’m concerned, I’m yours.”
“Damn right, you’re mine, and I’ll never let you go.”
“Speaking of never letting me go… you owe me a ride on your motorcycle,” she reminds me. I do.
“Well beautiful, go get changed and then we’ll ride out.”
An hour later, she steps out of the house in a pair of skin-tight blue jeans, a black V-neck tee, and a black leather jacket. My eyes run up and down her body, drinking her in. Fuck, my dick is instantly hard and I know we won’t make it long before I get her naked. Unfortunately it’s going to be a bit difficult with those sexy boots, but I can pull those jeans down, bend her over my bike, and take her rough and fast.
“Calm down, big boy.” She reaches me and taps the bulge in my pants. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
She’s trying to kill me, and I love it.
Chapter Ten
Esperanza
“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant says. Liam smiles and tilts his head before pulling me close and dipping me and claiming my mouth. Our kiss is hard and chaste at first because I’m caught off guard by the swiftness of his movements, but then I relax and melt into it and moan, sliding my hands over his strong biceps and over his shoulders.
Cheers erupt as everyone congratulates us and then we walk down the aisle to the waiting photographer. It took two weeks to pull together a nice wedding in the same spot as Emiliano’s. My son is the first to greet me, hugging us both.
“You look absolutely radiant, mama. You make the perfect bride.” He kisses my cheek and then turns to Liam. “And you, sir. I’m glad to welcome you into our family. Please take care of this precious woman. She has meant the world to me.”
“I always will.” They shake hands and then we pose for the camera until Blade pops his head in. Luckily, Blade finally behaves himself. I hope he finally goes after the woman his heart belongs to before she finally goes to someone else. She’s not going to wait around forever and he’s a fool for whatever excuses he has. For a matchmaker, he doesn’t offer himself the same credit he does others.
We walk around the room greeting our guests one at a time to make sure we thank them for being here before he sweeps me away. It’s been fully decked out and I couldn’t be more surprised. Well, given the women of the Steele Riders, I should have known better. It’s so inviting and wonderful. I had no hand in the planning this time because Liam kept me busy the entire time, wanting me to relax and only plan the actual ceremony and my gown.
Standing off to the side is Dylan, who we were surprised came on such short notice all the way to Las Vegas. I love that they’ve managed to bond so well despite the life Dylan had. His resentment toward his birth father was so strong that it still lives in his heart, but he’s working on it. Liam and he speak briefly and then Dylan talks to the other guys while my husband saddles up along side me.
“Hey, Mrs. Rhoades, I believe you owe me a dance,” Liam whispers down into my ear.
I turn and look at my handsome husband. “Well, as it happens, you may have all the dances you would like.”
“Yes, but I believe it’s a very private one that I would like once we retire for the evening.” Every nerve ending in my body lights up with anticipation as I think about swaying to music for him, slowly seducing my husband until he can’t handle it another minute and forgets all about the dancing.
“Oh yes. How could I have forgotten?” I blush, knowing that I haven’t forgotten at all and have a plan to surprise my husband tonight.
Three hours later… things don’t always go according to plan. I yawn as sleep takes me after my husband tricks me into fucking as soon as we enter the elevator. Still, I guess we did another kind of dance.
****
The next morning, I wake up with my breasts aching. It’s weird, but I try to let it go since I have my annual checkup with my gynecologist today. We’re planning to stay in Las Vegas visiting Emiliano and Roxie for the rest of the week while I gather my things and finally pack up my house to move everything to Steeleville permanently.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rhoades.”
“Good morning, my husband.”
His mouth comes down on mine before pulling back and then setting a tray down onto the nightstand. “I have your breakfast, my bride. We didn’t eat as much as we should have last night.”