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“I mean, this is the guy who once traded my favorite guitar for a motorcycle part. And I’ll never forget the time he convinced me to jump off the barn roof with nothing but a trash bag as a parachute. And that’s when we were boys. Let’s not forget how many times we physically threw down as grown ass men.”
Shaking his head in mock disbelief, he raised his glass higher.
“But all jokes aside, if there’s one thing I know about my twin, it’s that when he loves, he loves hard. Eve, you’ve made an honest man out of him, and for that, we’re all grateful. To Kingpin and Eve, may your life together be as adventurous and filled with love as our childhood was with mischief.”
The warmth and affection in Bubba’s voice, beneath the teasing, underscored the deep bond between the brothers, a connection that had clearly been hidden for too long.
Then, to everyone’s delight, Bubba picked up his guitar, a hush falling over the crowd as he prepared to perform. With him being such a big star, it was a rare treat to witness his talent in such an intimate setting. Even the group of bikers buzzed with anticipation. I was more than grateful since I never planned for him to play at my wedding before.
“For your first dance,” he announced. “I thought this one would be fitting.” And with that, he began to strum the opening chords of “Unchained Melody.”
I shook my head at Kingpin, but he swooped me up. As Bubba belted out the beautiful tune, Kingpin and I took to the floor, me cradled in his arms, his sway slow and deliberate to the melody. As we danced, sort of, I couldn’t help but feel as though we were the only two people in the world. Bubba’s voice, rich and emotive, added a layer of magic to the moment, a memory I knew I would cherish forever.
Halfway through the song, our son, Prince, joined us on the dance floor, apparently escaping Maddy Mae. Prince, with his boundless energy, jumped, reaching for his daddy to pick him up.
Kingpin gave in as always, gently sitting me down and picking Prince up to swing him around. Maddy walked over with Angel in her arms, her little eyes shining with joy. I was glad she was holding her because I ached. So, we finished out the dance with them in tow, as others joined us on the floor.
After the dance, it was time to cut the cake, a magnificent creation that had somehow survived the turmoil of the past days. Standing beside Kingpin, with Prince and Angel eager at our sides, a profound happiness took over.
Our wedding cake was something straight out of a fairy tale. Standing tall and proud in the middle of all the celebration, big enough, someone could’ve conceivably jumped out of it. That had always been a joke of Kingpin’s, so I was pleased as punch when nothing like that happened.
The cake was dressed up in royal blue and white, just like a southern belle ready for her debutante ball. Topping it off, instead of some old boring bride and groom, there were these two little motorcycles, crafted so fine and detailed in silver and blue. You’d swear they could start up and ride off the cake if they wanted. Cutting into that beauty felt almost wrong, but I reckoned it was made to be enjoyed, just like the sweet life Kingpin and I were having together.
“Ready?” Kingpin whispered, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Always,” I replied, and together, we sliced through the cake, our Prince cheering in excitement. The laughter, the music, the camaraderie of our club family rang out. And then Kingpin smashed the sticky cake into my face. But just as quick, he was licking it off.
“It’s your turn,” I warned, before grabbing a handful of my own. Hurt ribs or not, I found the strength to pay him back.
Our party continued into the night. My band was set up, but I didn’t get up to sing. I was by my ol’ man’s side the whole time, as we enjoyed the company of our club. Then by the end of it, I threw the bouquet, and my girl Ember caught it.
To close us out, she sang a beautiful rendition of “Stand By Me” giving me the strength to sway in Kingpin’s arms.
Chapter 24
Eve
A month had whisked by since we said “I do” for the second time, and we were setting off on our honeymoon. Not to some fancy, far-off destination, like before, but to Pigeon Forge riding Kingpin’s Harley, the wind our constant companion. It wasn’t Key West, with its sun-soaked beaches and ocean breeze, but to me, it was just perfect. There’s something about the open road, with my arms wrapped tight around Kingpin, that felt like freedom, like love unbound.
We pulled up to our cabin nestled in the heart of the Smokies, the kind of place from postcards, promising secluded romance, and cheesy amenities. Kingpin, ever the gentleman rogue, scooped me up in his arms, carrying me over the threshold with a grin that could outshine the sun.
“Welcome to our love nest, Mrs. Strick,” he teased, his voice a sexy rumble that soaked my panties.
The cabin was everything you’d imagine a honeymoon hideaway to be, and then some. The living room was cozy, with a fireplace that crackled with warmth, but it was the bedroom that stole the show. A heart-shaped bed, complete with a mirror on the ceiling, awaited us. The epitome of honeymoon kitsch. But the star of the bedroom was the hot tub, situated by a window under skylights that offered views of the surrounding woods. That had me imagining steamy, secluded nights under the stars.
That was our first stop. The hot tub’s warm, its bubbling waters embracing us. Settled into the comfort of the swirling waters, Kingpin’s hands found my shoulders, his touch firm yet gentle, kneading the tension from my muscles. The heat from the water, combined with his massage, melted away the remnants of stress, leaving me pliant and relaxed under his ring covered hands.
“Beau, I reckon I could get used to this,” I murmured, tipping my head back to meet his gaze.
The steam rising from the hot tub framed his sexy face, highlighting the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Well, Mrs. Strick, consider this one of the many perks of being my ol’ lady,” he teased, his hands moving from my shoulders down my back, around until he had his fingers inching inside me. “How’s that feel?”
“Like heaven,” I admitted, closing my eyes to savor the sensation. “You keep this up, and I might just let you convince me of anything.”
“Anything, huh?” Kingpin’s voice was low, a playful note threading through the words. “Careful now. I might just take you up on that offer.”
The playful banter, so familiar and yet always thrilling, sparked a warmth in me that had little to do with the hot tub’s heated waters. I turned within his embrace, facing him, our legs entwining beneath the surface. His hard cock was pressed against me, hitting just the right spot, but I was determined to take things slow.
