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“What? Oh, shit, OK, he was going for romantic. My bad.” There’s a pause. “It’s because I’m pregnant.”
“Baaabe.”
“Sorry.”
I roll my lips between my teeth, not wanting to ruin the moment, because for me? Takoda’s words were everything. But at the same time, I know who my family is. I’m amazed they’ve managed to sit for this long. I try to pull myself together, but I’m not the only one struggling. Takoda’s lips are pinched and I can see the redness creeping into his cheeks. We share a look and then explode into giggles so powerful all I can do is lean against his hard chest as I try to pull myself together.
“Well, now, with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you biker and Ol Lady.” Nancy beams at us and it feels so good, this feels so good.
The love and laughter settles something restless inside me so I go with the good feelings, grip Takoda by the cheeks, roll up onto my toes and press my lips to his.
Returning to the Keep was a homecoming of sorts for me, but this right here? With Takoda? No matter how heartbroken I was, no matter how mad, this here? This is home.
Chapter Fourteen
Chef
My gaze tracks Sage as she moves around the common room, her dress trailing behind her, sparkling under the one million fairy lights the brothers put up for my wedding. Holy fuck. I glance down at my finger, the plain black silicone band sitting right there. When Sage slipped it on my finger she pressed a kiss to my knuckle and everything just slipped into place. Looking up from my hands I’m met with Sage’s intense gaze from across the room, a slight wrinkle between her brows and I know that she’s had enough. Sage is confident and outgoing when she wants to be, but she also prefers quiet and to not be the center of attention.
Putting my half finished beer on the bar behind me, I move toward her, and the wrinkle between her brows smooths, just a little.
“Yo! Chef! Where you headed?” TumTum calls behind me, holding onto his pool cue.
Looking over my shoulder I shoot him a grin, “To see my wife!”
Whoops and cheers go around the room and a little jolt of pleasure hits me in the gut when Sage’s cheeks flush a little. I hold out my hand for her and she reaches for it, gripping my hand like it’s a lifeline.
“You OK, babe?”
My heart skips a beat as she presses her forehead to my chest, and we just breathe together. In a room full of loud, rowdy bikers, it feels like it’s just us here.
“Let’s go for a ride,” I murmur and like a shot she’s grabbing my hand and pulling me through the door, toward where we park our bikes.
She stops, frown on her face as she looks along the line and can’t find my girl - matte black Harley soft tail, my girl looks like the grim reaper on wheels.
“I parked her at home earlier, figured we’d want to escape the madness without everyone on our asses.”
A slow grin graces her face as she spins to head toward our cabin. She stops a few steps along the path, grips my bicep for balance and yanks off one shoe, then the other.
“These things are damn well killing me,” she grumbles. As soon as her little feet touch the cool stone path she lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock. “Hurry!” she whisper yells before running away in the cutest fucking way. I bet that is what old folks call a skedaddle.
“Fucking follow her man!” someone hisses from behind me, and I don’t even need to turn around to know it’s Mad Dog.
I jog after my woman, and she must hear my heavy boots on the path following her because she looks over her shoulder, pokes her tongue out and squeals when I gain on her. By the time we reach our cabin she’s a giggling mess, laughing so hardshe can barely get the door open. Curling around her body I reach around her, twisting the door handle and letting the door swing in. I walk her backwards into our house in a clumsy side to side waddle, her snorts of laughter puffing warm air on my chest.
“Takoda?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Swallowing, I lean back, looking down at her, but her cheek is pressed against my chest and I know that whatever she has to say, it's important to her. “For what?”
“For seeing yourself the way I see you.”
I gently grip her face in my hands and tip her head back, lowering my face to hers. One day I’ll understand exactly what her words mean. One day I might actually believe them. All I know is that today I tied myself to a woman I love more than fucking life itself, and instead of stabbing me she accepted what I was promising.
Sage’s eyes flutter closed and I sip at her plush lips, gently at first, savouring her before letting my tongue explore her taste. Champagne and cherries burst across my tongue from her girly cocktail Damian made especially for our wedding, and a low whimper from her hits me straight in the cock.
