“Oh yeah? For Hero and Tara?”
Every day, he asked me if I’d set a date for our wedding. And each time, I told himnot yet. Well, today I selected one. “Nope. Ours.”
He shot me a panty-melting smile. “Seriously? When?”
I played it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Well, Hero and Tara’s wedding is in November. Then the holidays will be upon us. So I thought, why not do it in the middle of August? Made sense to me. What do you think?”
He stared at me. “In like two weeks?”
“Something like that, provided nothing crazy happens around here. There is a gang after our son.”
“They won’t get him. The compound is secure. So, really? This month?”
I’d never seen him so happy. “Yep. I’m hoping my dad will be there. You know I don’t want a big deal. Just a pretty dress, my man, and my son. We can say our vows on the gazebo, and Patch agreed to officiate.”
Danny took Dante out of my arms. “It sounds like you have it all figured out.”
“Yeah? Are you good with it all?”
“It’s perfect, Em.”
I looked at his bike. I’d never been on it before. We’d talked about it dozens of times but never got the chance. Today was a perfect day…
“Let’s go for a ride.” I flicked my eyes toward his Harley.
He studied me. “On my hog?”
I nodded. “Mhm.”
He looked at Dante. “What about the baby?”
Instead of holding onto him with a death grip, I’d been trying to relax and trust my MC family with Dante. Each day over the last week, I had left him with someone new I trusted. Today, Tara watched him while I took a bubble bath. It hadn’t been for long, maybe half an hour, and she was in our small living room. Baby steps, right? It was glorious to have a little time to myself. And no anxiety.
“We can leave him with Storm and Maddy or Raul and Tina.”
His eyebrows raised. “I’m down with it, if you’re sure.”
“I am!”
Fifteen minutes later, I felt freer than ever. My arms were secured around Danny’s waist. His natural scent made me throb while the vibration between my legs nearly made me come. My long hair whipped behind me in the wind. The rumble of his bike was sweet music to my ears.
I’d been on my dad’s bike plenty of times, riding down this same dirt road, when I was a little girl. I used to think of his hog as a magical unicorn on wheels.
When I was twelve, I started to notice boys at school. Not one of them had intrigued me—not like a man wearing a leather cut and scowl when he started up his bike. Dad might have thought he sheltered me well enough from the wild parties, but he hadn’t. I’d snuck out of my room when he thought I was asleep to watch couples having sex throughout the clubhouse. I’d seen it all.
Kittens giving blowjobs and getting taken in the ass.
My “uncles” drunk off their ass and high as a kite.
Fistfights and catfights.
None of it had scared me off from wanting to be an old lady.
I kissed and nipped Danny’s neck. I’d finally got my wish.
He slowed and turned the corner leading into the woods. I wasn’t familiar with the area, but I was intrigued.
We entered a small clearing, slowed to a stop, and he turned off the bike.