Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) (42 page)

It goes without saying I made a beautiful bride.

Wearing a gorgeous ivory gown, six inch stilettos and axing the bra and underwear, I stood proudly on the concrete daring the sun to challenge my magnificence. Sure the sun was pretty to look at but that ball of fire had nothing on me. Today and each day that followed, I wouldn’t just burn bright. No. I’d put even that orb to shame.

Monarch was standing by the rail wearing his deep purple suit, steel-toed snake skins with his hair down. With the boys on his right followed by Gage, Roman, Rogan, Max, Tony, and Rafe. To the left were all my girls. Camo (who looked decent since the swelling went down), Kandace, Venessa, Jules, Lina, and Macy all flashing me smiles. With Pookie on my left and Demo on my right, he led me down the walk to the arms of my future husband.

I misjudged Demo.

To make up for that, I asked him to give me away.

It seemed fitting considering our history.

He was sober, dressed sharp, and per my order, left his hookers at the compound. Since he now lived with us, I put my perfect foot down with hookers at my wedding. Although, they did killer hair and makeup so they’d be coming to the reception. My way of saying thank you.

Almost to Monarch, I couldn’t stop my smile.

My future husband noticed and flashed me a golden one in return.

Now in his arms, with Pookie watching by Demo’s side, Jules steps forward and clears her throat.

We made our vows clear and simple.

“The rings,
”
she says to Camo who winked as she dropped them in my hand.

“Love you, Cinnamon,
”
she says hugging me.

“Love you, Pepper,
”
I say hugging her back.

“Monarch,
”
Jules says with the sun highlighting her beautiful hair. “Your vows.”

Tagging my neck and bringing our foreheads together, he takes my hand and booms, “Til death do us part.
”
Sliding my ring on, he whispers, “Mo chuisle,
”
before his eyes misted over.

“Cinn,
”
she says gently. “Your vows.”

“Til death do us part, Eros,
”
I whisper sliding his gold ring on. Leaning up, not able to hold back, I kiss him hard, wrapping my body around his and refusing to let go.

Together we said for all to hear, just as we had in the beginning, “His, theirs, ours.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may keep kissing your bride.”

How long we kissed, I did not know.

What I did know was marrying on the riverfront we both loved was perfect. Monarch sliding his tongue into my mouth was perfect and for once I wasn’t thinking about my own perfection. I was thinking that perfection would be Savage seeing this and dying all over again.

Not only was I free, I was in love and burning so fucking bright even that bastard in hell felt the flames.

With both sides wanting to congratulate us, we did the polite thing and participated. But you best believe when it was over and Monarch looked at me and said, “Step to me,
”
I did.

I always would.

The Honeymoon…

We were leaving Detroit for Aruba in the morning and Cinn had just finished filling the boys and Demo in on their duties during our absence. Our men’s numbers were high but there were five we trusted, just five and they weren’t just our men but our family.

Heading to our suite to do something I hated to do, which was pack, I walked in and stopped dead. Wearing a lethal amount of lace and her stilettos was my wife who was in the process of pulling a single chair to the center of the room. Looking over her shoulder at me she smiles and says, “Have a seat, Eros.”

“We making another porno, Cinn?” I ask rolling up my sleeves and taking the seat meant for me.

“Not quite,” she says palming the remote. “Eyes on me, Eros.”

With the click of a button I heard music.

Swaying her hips and with eyes closed, my woman didn’t just dance, she started to sing too and my entire being followed suit.

I’m on my 14 carats

I’m 14 carats

Doing it up like Midas, mmm

Opening her eyes, she struts forward and straddles my lap. Sinking her hands in my hair, she rips the tie loose and arches her back. With her tits in my face, she trails a finger down my cheek and continues to seduce me as only Cinn could, perfectly.

‘Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

I just wanna wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

Let me show you how proud I am to be yours, leave this dress a mess on the floor and still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

Pushing off me, she widens her stance before blowing my God damn mind. In this moment her freedom was a palatable, living thing. It was in the way she moved, touched herself and looked at me. To even think that at one time I sought to take it from her was an ache in my chest. That ache was short lived when Cinn stood before me, turned with her ass facing me and bent down to touch her toes. Wrapping her arms around her right ankle, she peers up at me and fucking winks but does not stop singing. The ache in my cock wasn’t going to be appeased until it was buried inside of her so when the rapper took over the lyrics it gave her a chance to kneel before me. Starting with my cuffs, she unbuttons each one then moves on to my dress shirt. When my chest was exposed she leaned in and licked me from navel to throat.

Gripping her ass, I kept her still by applying pressure. Giving me the most sinful grin she was capable of, she slid back between my legs and fisted my cock. Of its own will, my own back arched and two things happened. The first was the singing stopped because her throat was filled with my shaft and the second was she began to hum. When that shit started vibrating through me, my hips started thrusting and I was helpless to stop it. Sensing I was close, she eases off and stands flawlessly before me licking her lips, proud of herself.

“Fuck,” I groan scrubbing my hand over my face. “Work it, Cinn.”

Remember when I said she could have been a model or movie star? Well, fuck that. My wife missed her calling as a stripper. So when the dance ended leaving me with a rock hard cock straining for her pussy; my wife bent over the bed and said three words to me that I fucking heeded.

“Step to me.”

For her, I always would
.

Good for you by Selena Gomez ft. Asap Rocky

Welcome to the Jungle by Guns n Roses

Do You Wanna Touch by Joan Jett

Shake It Off by Taylor Swift

Set It Off by P.O.D.

Human by Christina Perri

You Can Do It by Ice Cube

Fuck the Police by NWA

Betray by Son Lux

Mad by Ne-Yo

Love and hugs to Connie Thompson, for just
everything
. Thank you to Brenda Wright for your editing skills, humor, and friendship! My TUG girls, Melissa Gill for the cover art, Anja & Jay for the continuous pimping of my stories and my besties Courtney, Venessa, Cora, Nicole, Julie… The chicks that inspire the characters I write about.

To my entire family, I love you hardcore. To every blogger, fan, and critic, just thanks for taking a chance on me. To Detroit Rock City, I don’t even have to say it. You already know!

K.S. Adkins is a full-time everything. When I'm not wifing, mothering or being bossy, I'm reading, writing or shooting. A full-time realtor, lifelong Michigander and all around lover of all things guns and Detroit, I believe in freedom of foul language, gratuitous nudity, tattoos and mosh pits. I've recently taken up drinking wine and feel like I'm really making progress with it. I think my chances at finding a place within the Romance genre is 50/50, but I suck at numbers so what do I know?

My stories are written with heavy dialogue and are Detroit-based. If you don't like heavy dialogue or Detroit, don't read my stories. My characters are typically dark and fairly fucked up so if you want sappy characters without issues, don't read my stories.

I love violence, guns, blood, naughty words, awkward sex, rap, metal, and untraditional people. Every fight scene was tried and tested by me. I have the bruises to prove it too.

I write romance, but my characters are not always romantic. Each is a work in progress. My stories are about strong women and the alphas who try to tame them but never do.

At the end of the day, you may not like my stories, you may also think I suck as an author and that's okay, but I have to tell you, I had the best fucking time writing them and for me, that's what it's all about.

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