Nova (MorningStar MC Novels, New Orleans Chapter #2)

Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

NOVA

“ I f you could please sign here and initial there.” Simone picks up the pen and fills out the forms as instructed while I observe her actions for any tells that she isn’t one hundred percent sure about this life-changing decision.

Her hand doesn’t tremble, her breathing is steady, and the only thing displaying her nervousness is the slight pink tone of her cheeks. Frankly, that was probably the orgasm I gave her in the limo on the ride back over to the chapel.

I am once again sporting a piece of lace in my pocket that came straight off my soon-to-be wife’s ass.

“Stop that,” she hisses at me.

“What?” I ask her as she finishes and glances over her shoulder to ensure the officiant can’t hear her.

“Thinking about me,” she points down at the floor, and because I love to tease her, I arch an eyebrow to fake confusion.

“Your feet?” She huffs an annoyed breath and shakes her head.

“Shoes?” I guess wrong again and her foot starts to tap as she repeats one of her many mantras.

This one may be my favorite I’ve heard so far.

“Don’t stab him.” I chuckle as I kiss her forehead.

“Are you talking about your cunt, Dove?” I whisper it near her ear, but still, she gasps so loud people take notice.

“Maddox!” She pushes me away, but I don’t budge.

“Deacon party!” Our name is called, and I take her hand and walk her to the open doorway to the Chapel.

She surprised me with a freshly shaved mound since we didn’t have time for much else before leaving for the airport this morning. I smile to myself, reliving the memory as we walk to our positions.

“I see you’ve redecorated. I love the shorter drapes. I’d eat here again.”

And did.

“Maddox,” Simone’s voice brings me out of my thoughts and back to the task at hand.

Making her my wife.

“Apologies, Dove. It was a very delicious morning.” Her eyes widen, and she looks inside the Chapel in dismay.

“Remember, don’t run. If I have to catch you, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” I leave her staring at me to take my place by the pulpit.

Music starts playing, and the officiant comes out, the mic in his hand, singing one of the King’s oldies but goodies.

“Wise men say…”

Cause if you’re getting married in Vegas, Elvis is a must.

He loops her arm around his and walks her down the aisle to me, all while wailing out the classic tune.

“Only fools rush in…”

Simone looks utterly terrified by the time she’s standing in front of me.

“But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

I sing the verse with Elvis this time, and her eyes focus on me where I want them for the rest of our lives. I wink at her as the horrible impersonator starts his practiced speech.

“Thank you, thank you very much. We are gathered here today to join these two in Holy Matrimony.” He does the famous hip thrust, and Simone loses it.

Laughter bubbles up and doesn’t stop.

“Sorry, sorry. Continue,” She wipes away a few tears, and I watch her in awe.

“Please face each other and repeat after me.” We turn, and even though he didn’t tell us to, I take her hands in mine, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Do you take this woman to be your wife? To love, cherish, and honor for all the days of your life. If you do say, Uh-huh.” I snort but manage the noise of agreement, then wait for Simone to repeat it.

It takes her three times because of her giggles, but finally, he pronounces us husband and wife.

“You may kiss…Oh,” He doesn’t get to finish because I already have her in my arms and bent in half as the Chapel photographer snaps photos of us lip-locked.

I devour her lips, and if we didn’t have witnesses, she’d be naked and on my cock right now. Instead, I straightened and made sure she was steady on her heels before I helped her through the doorway to where we picked up our final documents.

“That can not have been legal,” She comments as the lady behind the counter smiles at us.

“The State of Nevada says different doll.” She taps a long red nail on the state seal and then points at a sign behind her head.

NO REFUNDS.

“Guess you’re stuck with me now.” I grin at Simone as we take our papers since the photos will be mailed to us back home.

Home.

Crazy how the meaning of a four-letter word can change from one instant to another. My home is no longer the house I bought outside of New Orleans. No, now it’s the woman standing in front of me. Wherever she is, that’s my home.

“Are you okay?” She cups my cheek gently and discreetly wipes away a tear I didn’t even know I’d shed.

“Not even a little. You have redefined my whole fucking life, and I can not wait to share the rest of my days with you.” She sucks in a breath and hiccups on a sob.

“Maddox.” I shake my head at her.

“It’s okay, Dove. You’ll get there. I’m a patient man. I’ll love you enough for the both of us.” I kiss her head and open the door to the line of limos waiting for all the other happy couples here today.

“After you, Wife.” She carefully climbs in, and I smirk.

“You seem to have a problem with keeping panties on in limos, Mrs. Deacon.” I poured us two glasses of champagne that came with the whole wedding package we purchased online today.

“Because my husband is a horny bastard.” The sound of that term rolling off her tongue is music to my ears.

“Maybe I’ll have you scream husband instead of Maddox tonight while I fuck you through the mattress.” I offer her a flute glass, but she doesn’t take it; instead, she stares at my ring finger.

It’s bare, and by the look in her eyes, that’s a big problem.

“Driver, change of plans. We’ll be making a stop before the hotel.” I call out forcing her to take the drink.

“Drink that Dove. We’ll get a ring on my finger soon enough. Although I think I like the territorial look on you. Very fucking sexy.” I sip my bubbly while my words sink in and calm her.

The look of triumph in her eyes draws a chuckle out of me as she finally takes a sip. The limo pulls over in front of Tiffany’s, and Simone gasps.

“Out, you pop,” I say in my favorite biker’s accent.

“When did you become Scottish?” She pulls her dress down and steps onto the curb.

“Oh, your husband is full of mysteries, Dove. You’ll just need to figure them all out. Aren’t you lucky to have a lifetime to do them in?” I take her arm in mine and walk into the jewelry store.

“Now, time you make me an honest man out of me.”