Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Skyhigh's beard is fuller than Dragon's, and wilder, but he's tamed it just a little bit, and his hair is newly cut short. His leather jacket is oiled and shining, and open, showing how the white shirt underneath stretches tight over his broad chest. Polished up, his boots gleam. One ride and they'll all be as dusty as usual, but I love how all three made the effort to look nice for me.
Jess was right, but that Dragon's jaw would be the first to hit the floor, I never would've believed. He looks at me like I just descended from the heavens, wings and halo and all, then nudges Blackout with his elbow. He and Skyhigh turn my way too. If this wasn't some kind of formal occasion, I would've laughed out loud the way all three of them follow me with their eyes while I approach.
Finally Skyhigh picks his jaw back up. “Holy fuck, you look amazing. Are those real pages? I wanna peel them off you one by one until there's nothing left.”
Now I wish they were real pages.
Blackout shakes his head like he can't believe his own eyes. “I knew you were fucking gorgeous, but you've outdone yourself today.” His hungry gaze drags down my body, all the way down to my boots and back up. If looking at someone could be sex, that look right there was it.
Dragon's the one that actually has the wherewithal to step over to me and put his hand at the small of my back, guiding me up onto the altar with them. The four of us stand together as Hellfire clears his throat.
I'd asked if there were any special vows or lines I needed to learn or anything like that, but apparently Hellfire will lead, and all I have to do is vow my life to my men. We had a long talk about what it means to become their property, about how it doesn’t make me a member, but gives me a more official place in their world. I can’t speak for every motorcycle club, but it’s something I’m willing to do for them and for the Outlaw Sons, and I suppose that’s what the point of making the promise is.
The church is packed with all the Outlaw Sons who could make it. Paige and Jess have taken up space with their men. Bonnie and Anne, who I'm just getting to know when she's here, are towards the back, all dressed up. Grace, of course, who's standing near me, is looking at the crowd like a deer caught in headlights. It's a good thing there isn't an actual maid of honor part of pledging to each other, because I don't think she'd be able to anyway. I nod my head in Terry's direction, and she skitters his way until he's got his arm around her waist. At least he looks more curious than shocked. Blaze and Ocean made it, standing in the back in outfits that will definitely get them laid afterwards. With the help they’ve given me, I insisted, even if these events are usually only for the club.
When someone's still talking in the back, Hellfire clears his throat again. They fall silent.
“This is getting to be fucking routine,” he starts. “But it’s always a celebration. I don't know what's in the fucking water lately, but—once again—a pretty young lady has somehow caught the eye of three of you bastards, and no one's killed anyone else. In fact, somehow it's fucking working, and now I have to pretend like this shit is normal while you all claim the same old lady, and she lays claim to you.”
There's some loose laughter in the crowd. Meanwhile, Grace and Terry's eyes are just getting bigger.
“There's still time to run,” Hellfire says directly to me, his dark eyes looking almost surprised that I haven't.
I shake my head with a little smile, and he nods.
“Fair enough. Brothers!” The way his voice snaps, Blackout, Dragon and Skyhigh straighten immediately. My men are fiercely independent, but Hellfire is their president. “You've caught the eye of a lovely woman, beautiful and smart—a fucking author even. Any of you fuckers ever even read a book? I expect you will now. It'll be good for you.” He pauses for a breath and to let it sink in. “That said, you fuckers are some of the most solid men I've ever had on my team. And no one here will ever forget how you defused an actual bomb right in front of the clubhouse. So while you should still do some reading, you're fucking heroes. All three of you, and I'm proud to have you in my club. That means you're gonna treat Willow like the heroes you are, and not ruin my impression of you as honorable men who'll risk everything for those you love, whether it's Willow, or the club and your brothers in it. I'm keeping an open door, and if anyone comes to me to tell me you're doing anything to disrespect the woman who's chosen you three to be her old men, we're gonna have words. Got it?”