Her father had walked her down the aisle. She’d worn her white dress and heels to match. Matthew had been terrified about the heels. She could barely walk in them, but it had been a dream she wanted.
They had the food, the dances, the cake, and then, some serious partying. She still wore her dress. Her parents had gone home, as had their few friends. She didn’t care that her parents struggled. They found love with one another, and she found love with Matthew and his biker family.
Which was why she was wearing his leather cut in the clubhouse. No club whore was to be seen. There were only a few men, and Matthew had already lifted her onto the table.
This was her claiming of an old lady. His hands moved under her wedding dress, and he took off her panties. She saw him shove them into her pocket.
“They’re mine to keep,” he said.
“Matthew?”
He tutted. “Mine, and I think I’ll keep them in my pocket at all times.”
In the past year, there were a few times they had been separated. Matthew had to do club runs with the rest of the men, and there was church. They had found a little apartment not too far from the diner, where she worked.
The diner had been given to Holly and Mary. They were working to bring it back up to speck. Of course, the town loved the new place. Holly and Mary had a vision for it, and Luna, while she worked on her story, helped them as much as she could.
She closed her eyes as he pressed his hand toward her core.
“Forget about them,” Matthew said. He surrounded her.
It wasn’t hard to not think of the men in the room, focusing solely on her husband. The man she had loved for what felt like a lifetime.
“Is this really happening?” she asked.
“Yes,” Matthew said. “I told you once, didn’t I? That there was going to come a time when you were going to be mine? You’ll be my old lady.”
“And that’s why you told me about the … this.”
“Yes.”
She stared into his eyes as he kissed her.
Matthew thrust against her, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock. She wanted him so badly.
“I’ve got a condom,” he said.
She grabbed his hands. “Fuck me, Matthew. We don’t need the condom.”
They had been talking about starting a family. She had been nervous to do so, but now, she knew without a shadow of a doubt he was the man she wanted. This was the life she wanted to lead.
Matthew and she. How it was always supposed to be.
She cried out as his large, thick cock thrust deep inside her.
This was her initiation to be his old lady. She belonged to him and to the club, and at that moment, she had never been more at peace.
The End
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