White Heat (Lost Kings MC #5) (49 page)

I giggle and dance out of his hold, then gasp when I see our bedroom’s not only finished but furnished too. There’s still a lot we need to do to personalize the space, but the important things for tonight—bed, sheets, blankets—are all there.

“Rock! How did you get everything here without me knowing?”

His shoulders lift. “You’ve been busy.”

My gaze strays to the bluestone fireplace, currently bare. Rock gives me a sheepish smile. “I didn’t get to do everything I wanted.” He mimics chopping wood. “Need to get some firewood chopped.”

“Trust me, I’m already overheated.” Especially with the image of him half-naked and chopping wood he just put in my head. I take another look around the room. “Everything is beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re beautiful.” He runs a finger over the neckline of my dress. “Thank you for this.”

“What?”

“The dress. First time I laid eyes on you, you were wearing this color. I’d had such a crappy night and there you were, the prettiest woman I’d ever seen.”

“Oh, Rochlan.”

“You changed my life that day.” He pauses and stares at me so intently my skin warms. “I meant every word of our vows. You make me want to be a better person. Do better, so I can give you everything you need. I love you, Hope.”

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

We stare at each other a little longer. “Will you help me unzip it?”

His serious stare transforms into a filthy grin. “Fuck, yes, Baby Doll.”

His enthusiasm makes me chuckle as I turn around. He slides his rough hands over my bare shoulders, down to the zipper. Warm breath coasts over my skin.

“I think you’ll like what’s underneath,” I whisper.

My feelings for what Hope’s wearing under her dress go far beyond
like
. Air rushes out of my lungs.

“This is beautiful, Baby Doll. You’re beautiful.”

It’s an intricate blue lace, corset-type thing, garters, stockings with embroidered tops hugging bare thighs that I’m dying to bury my face between.

“No ripping it, though. I had it specially made.”

I’ve never wanted anyone more. Will never want anyone else ever again. Except this amazing woman.

My hands brush down her side and she winces. “What’s wrong?”

“I have another surprise for you.”

It’s only then, that I notice the bandage covering a bit of skin at her hip. The edge of the corset just barely covers it. “What happened?”

She sighs, frustrated. “I’m so sorry. I got the corset for our wedding night, but it’s been killing me all day. Will you help me get it off?”

“Fuck yeah. It’s beautiful, Baby Doll, but naked is my favorite.”

She chuckles as I work the tiny hooks and laces loose. “This isn’t easy with my big fingers you know. How the hell did you get it on?”

“Trinity squeezed me into it.”

Once I strip her out of it, she’s standing there in the matching underwear, which is more like a piece of lace and string, stockings, boots, and the bandage. “This is pretty fucking hot too,” I assure her. My gaze travels lower. “Especially the boots.”

She chuckles and points at the bandage. Suddenly I know what I’m going to find. A tattoo. I just can’t figure out of what. “Come here.” I walk us over to the bed, and sit on the edge, placing her in front of me.

“Fuck, Hope.” Our eyes meet and a smile flickers over her mouth.

“Are you surprised?”

“Yeah. Wait a second. Where’d you get it?”

She rolls her eyes. “Calm down, caveman. Trinity took me to Bronze’s shop. He was a perfect gentleman.”

I can live with that.

“I still need you to go back with me to have your crown added, right here,” she points to the space above the N in North. My mouth goes dry and for a second I’m not sure how to respond.

“As soon as you’re ready.”

My gaze travels up her body and my hands follow, stopping to cup her breasts. “That no sex thing was cruel.”

“But necessary so I could surprise you with this,” she says, pointing at her hip.

“Come here.” I pull her down to the bed, rolling her on top of me, careful not to brush against her reddened skin. “Guess this means missionary is out?” I tease. Her cheeks turn pink and she laughs. Then she attacks. Working the buttons of my shirt loose, ripping my belt open. I stare in wonder letting her have her way with me.

“I’ll worship you later. Right now I need you hard and fast,” she whispers, using one of my own lines on me.

“Have at it.” My hands cup her breasts, kneading roughly. She sighs and throws her leg over me. I slide my hands down to her ass, tugging her forward, and slipping my finger under the thin lace to move her panties to the side.

She watches me with half-closed eyes. “You can rip them,” she says.

Fuck yes. Away they go. My fingers massage her bare, slick skin, dipping inside, then back to her ass. She reaches down, squeezes my cock. “Stopping fucking around. Ride your husband’s dick.”

“On it,” she giggles.

“Sass-mouth.” I groan as she lines me up and sinks down. “You’re fucking perfect, Baby Doll.”

She whimpers as I fill her completely, then slides back up. I let her play cowgirl. Watch as she gently rises up and down for a few minutes, until she’s panting, head thrown back. My hand dives between her thighs, rubbing circles around her clit until she’s grinding down into me, so close to going off.

“I’m close,” she whispers.

“I know, Baby Doll. Give it to me.”

“I, I” she murmurs and trembles, her pussy squeezing the fuck out of me. When she’s finished and her eyes flutter her open, I pull her down against me, grip her ass hard and pound up into her. The sounds of our combined heavy breathing and moaning fill the room in our house.
Our
house. No one around us for miles.

“Be as loud as you want, baby,” I say against her ear. She’s already there though, screaming through another intense orgasm that tips me into my own release. “Fuck!”

Breathless, she rolls off me, and in fascination, I watch my cum slowly spilling out of my wife.

She rolls her head to the side, smiling at me. “Is married sex, still as good?”

“Even better.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

After the ceremony, I proudly slipped on Wrath’s patch on over my dress, not caring if any of Hope’s friends thought it was weird.

I know it’s not
my
wedding, but I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. I’m really proud of the way everything turned out.

“I think you have a bright future in wedding planning,” Lilly says when I take a break and sit down next to her. I glance over and see she’s being sincere.

“Hope was an easy bride though. She didn’t have strong opinions about any of it, except the dress and the location.”

A soft smile plays over Lilly’s mouth. “She’s never been materialistic or fussy.”

“Trinity?” A rough voice pulls me out of our conversation. My chest tightens in fear for a reason I can’t even figure out.

“Chaser? Oh my God.” I stand and say hello.

“Shit, I haven’t seen you since you were like this big,” he says while holding his hand somewhere in the vicinity of his knees.

“Oh, stop.” I glance to the tall, thin blonde at his side. “Hi, Mallory.”

She leans in and gives me a quick hug. They’ve been together for as long as I can remember. Even more impressive, they still seem to actually like each other.

Chaser nods at my vest. “I knew you’d been down here for years, but didn’t realize you were with Wrath until I ran into him a few months ago.”

My cheeks heat, but I’m saved from saying anything, by Wrath coming up and slipping his arm around my waist. “How’s it going, Chaser? Take over for your dad yet?”

Chaser snorts. “No. That fucker will go to his grave with the gavel in his hand. You seen him yet? He wanted to talk to you or Rock while we’re here.”

“No. I’ll go find him in a minute.”

“Good deal. Good to see you, Trinity.”

“You okay?” Wrath asks after they leave.

“Yeah.” Shit I don’t want him thinking— “I knew him when I was a kid. Remember how I told you my mom used to hang at the Demons’ clubhouse sometimes—”

He gives me a gentle squeeze. “I know. I didn’t think anything else,” he says. One thing I love about my man, he’s direct.

“I’m glad he’s still with Mallory. She was always nice to me.” While I only have fond memories of Chaser and Mallory, seeing them still stirs up a lot of bad feelings from my childhood.

Wrath must sense my mood shift, because he wraps me up in a tight hug and holds me until I relax.

“Since Chaser mentioned it, I’m gonna go find Stump. I don’t want him bugging Rock with club business. You okay?” he asks.

“I’ll be fine. I might run back to the clubhouse to check on Mariella.”

He runs his gaze over me, then looks over my shoulder. “Take Murphy with you.”

I open my mouth to protest, but he shakes his head. “This isn’t a negotiation, Trinity.”

Murphy
and
Serena end up walking back to the clubhouse with me. Mariella’s out front with Teller, so I guess checking on her was sort of pointless. Serena ends up joining them and Murphy follows me into the kitchen to help me carry out drinks. Once we load up one of the UTVs and send Birch back to the party, Murphy and I are alone.

“How you doing, Maid of Honor?”

I chuckle before answering. “Fine.” I tip my head toward Serena. “How’s that going?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at the ground. “Fine.”

“Heidi was spitting mad this morning—”

His head snaps up. “She was?”

Man, that foot-in-mouth thing Hope’s always doing must be contagious. “Forget I said anything. Do you like her or did you just want to make Heidi jealous?”

“I like her. She’s not you, but you’re one of a kind.”

I snort and give him a shove. “Living dangerously, Murphy.”

“It was always Wrath for you, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know how to figure my shit out. But yeah.”

“Shit.” He rubs his hand over the back of his neck and flicks his gaze at me. “You were one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen. That you paid any attention at all to me…”

“Murphy—”

“I should have treated you better.” He stops when he sees the look on my face. “Not ‘cause I wanted you to fall in love with me. Because you’re a good girl.” His mouth quirks into a cocky smile. “You made me into a man, you know.”

“I didn’t do a very good job.”

He bursts out laughing. “Ouch. That hurts on so many levels, Trin.”

I punch him in the shoulder. “Hey. We’re good. We’re friends. You and Wrath are on good terms, right?”

“I think so.”

I’m about to tell him that’s all that matters, when one of Sway’s guys, Bull, interrupts us. The asshole is drunk. “Flirtin’ with a brother when you’re wearing another brother’s vest, Trinity? That’s low.”

Correction, the asshole’s drunk and stupid.

All traces of humor from our conversation wipe clean off Murphy’s face. “You got a fuckin’ death wish, Bull? Just ‘cause her man ain’t standing here right now don’t mean I won’t fuck you up before I hand you over to him.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Murph. I’m just fuckin’ around. I know you wouldn’t disrespect your brother.” As if
I
would. God, I hate this asshole. How can Sway’s club be full of
so many
assholes and Rock’s isn’t?