Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
The crowd cheers, while I’m just gaping at him. That’s how bikers get hitched? I’ve been to a wedding once, and the priest definitely approached the process with a slightly different angle. Bikers don’t do things like the rest of us. Or them. I guess I’m part of the bikers now, crazy as that is to get used to.
“Melody is a young, beautiful, smart, well-spoken, clever, sensible woman… which makes her decision only that much more mysterious to me. Still, one way or another, these three members have managed to fool her into loving them, and in the end, what the fuck is more foolish than love? I just don’t understand how the fuck all my teams keep doing this. It’s not fucking natural.”
More laughter, and a couple of cheers.
“Oh, you fuckers love the unnatural, huh? Doesn’t fucking surprise me.” He looks at us, his dagger of a gaze carving us up one after another. “Mad Dog, Riptide and Rebel. You fuckers are taking on one hell of a responsibility. You have found a girl who wants to spend her life with you and that doesn’t come lightly. You need to protect her, support her, love her, fuck her senseless and kill any motherfucker that tries to hurt her. You have to be fucking vigilant, and make sure she always has everything she needs. And this never fucking ends. Never, got it? So knowing all of that, are you prepared to make Melody your old lady from here until fucking forever?”
“Without a doubt,” Rebel says without hesitation.
“Hell yeah.”
“Forever.”
They all confirm it, and despite the funky wording, my heart’s swelling and making it difficult to breathe. I want to weep, and it’s not even my turn yet. I’m not going to make it through this ceremony, am I?
“Hm,” Eagle-eye says, as if he’s completely unimpressed. But when he turns to me, it’s obvious this is not messing around. “Melody. Melody, Melody, Melody. I don’t know why you fucking do this to yourself, but for some reason you’ve chosen these three fuckers to all be your old men. Fuck, that sounds tiring.” He lets out a little sigh. “But they’ve sworn to stand by you, and to make sure that you want for nothing. Are you ready to be the same for them? The life of an MC, as you’ve already clearly seen, is far from peaceful. It’s dangerous on the best of days, and on the worst, it’s fucking deadly. Taking this on means taking on that risk as well. Your men are gonna need your support, emotionally, spiritually, and fuck, sometimes even physically. Are you willing to be that woman for your men? For Riptide, Mad Dog and Rebel?”
“God yes. Every day.”
“Really?” He raises his thick eyebrows in confusion, like he can’t for the life of him understand why. “Fine. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you get. Let it be known that Melody is now property of Rebel, Mad Dog and Riptide, and that they are the property of Melody. Anyone try to fuck with that, they’re gonna answer to me. They’re all taken by each other, and I expect everyone to honor that and honor them.” He glances over his shoulder. “Chef, are the grills ready? I’m fucking starving.”
Chef raises a beer in a salute.
“Alright people. Go party. Eat, drink and if you gotta screw, try to keep it out of my fucking office. Ceremony over.”
The guys sweep me up in their arms, squeezing me between them.
“How’s it feel, now that it’s official?” Rebel asks as he pulls me in.
“Amazing. I kind of wish we didn’t have to stick around, honestly, since I’m in the mood for celebrating, and I’ve got something to show you guys.”
“Yeah?” Riptide puts a wet kiss on me that gets my heart speeding. “And what’s that?”
I exchange glances with all three before I lean in and stage whisper, “It’s under my clothes.”
“I like the fucking sound of that,” Mad Dog says with a sexy smirk. “You know, I’m pretty sure no one really gives a fuck whether we’re here right now. They got beer, they got burgers, and you know, I’m not super hungry yet. They’ll be going all night, so…”
I catch his drift. “So if we slip out for a little while, then…”
“No one’s gonna even fucking notice,” Riptide says and captures my jaw so he can tilt me up for a kiss.
“I’m game. Let’s go.” Rebel starts walking, expecting us to follow, which we do.
I honestly can’t believe how lucky I am to have found not just one man, but three who are as eager to make me happy as they are. I’m sure there’ll be rough times and it won’t always be a party, but I’m sure that no matter what happens, we’ll be there to support each other through it.