Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

A delina

“Not until the I do, asshole. You’re not cheating my girl out of a second of her wedding day.” Piper spoke over my shoulder.

I had to stifle my giggle.

Saint shook his head, mouth gaping wide.

He stretched out his arms, pulling me to him in front of the large windows that overlooked the lake. “You look beautiful,” he husked at my ear, and then an octave lower, asked, “Are you wearing a bra?”

Warmth climbed up my chest and heated my cheeks. “I couldn’t.”

I spun, highlighting the back of the dress. Backless.

He let out a soft whistle, his hands connecting with the small of my back and pulling me back to him. “Sooner we get this started, quicker we can get you outta this.”

King cleared his throat, opening the holy book and flipping to a passage in the Old Testament.

I sucked in a gulp, Saint’s hand hovering at my back as Piper stood at my side.

I was so lucky to have these three people in my life. It was an odd feeling, the sense of being protected. Trust built among a family was foreign to me.

I tried not to let the emotion developing in my throat take over. I missed my grandmother dearly, but I knew my aunts were there every day to help her. I just hoped my little brothers left her alone.

They’d already hurt us more than enough.

King read a few passages that I could hardly focus on, and then Saint and I were exchanging “I do’s.”

In a matter of ten minutes, we were married.

Saint’s hands cupped my jaw, lips hovering across mine as he mumbled his undying love for me.

“I’ll sign this, and we’ll head out. Want to make it to the county clerk before closing time.”

Saint waved them off, calling a thanks before kicking the door closed with his boot.

Finally, we were alone.

“I’m going to take you somewhere warm for our honeymoon. Been to Hawaii?”

My eyes grew huge. “Never.”

“Then that’s where we’ll go. Soon as we get back to my place, I’ll get a travel agent working on it.”

“I don’t need a honeymoon, Saint. Being here with you is so much more than I could have dreamed for my life.”

“Well, start dreaming bigger, baby. I’m going to take you around the world. Buy a yacht and a private island.”

“You’ve got big plans, don’t you?”

“I believe in dreaming big.” His lips connected with mine as his hands began easing the fabric of the dress off my shoulders. “I'm going to spend the next week drowning in you, mi vida .”

Heavy hands circled my breasts, pressing the silky globes together and dragging his tongue from nipple to nipple, sucking and nipping then moving on again.

He pulled me to the floor, the dress falling in a puddle around my waist before he spread my legs and nestled his face between them.

“Smells like heaven.” His hands pressed at my knees, lips brushing my clit. His tongue licked through my soaked folds, driving me to the edge. He spread his hands across my thighs, holding me in place, keeping me where he wanted me.

Soon he'd moved me to the sofa, sliding inside my body slowly and reverently. Later he carried me to the bedroom, where we lost ourselves to time, finding each other in the slide of sex-slicked skin, lush lips, needy hands.

Saint carried me around his waist a while later, setting me ass-first on the kitchen counter while he dug through the refrigerator.

“Need some protein if I'm going to keep up with you.” He winked devilishly before his phone vibrated so hard it fell off the table.

He groaned before sliding the phone to his ear. “Yeah?”

He waited long moments, eyes darkening with each passing second.

He didn’t say a word when he hung up, eyes flashing closed as he rubbed a hand over his face. “That was Prez.”

“And?” I pulled a blanket around my body.

“And…it’s not ICE. Informant got back to Prez. There’s no case on you or any of the other women Ryker brought back. It wasn’t even ICE that did that shakedown at the ranch.”

“Saint…” I murmured, fear clutching at my throat.

“Had a feeling it was this.”

“What? What is it?” I swallowed razor blades of terror.

“Retaliation for King.”

“King?” I repeated.

“The Outlaws. They’re looking to snatch you, sell you back into the underground, I’d bet.”

“Saint, no.” I collapsed onto my knees, feeling hopeless.

“But you don’t have a thing to worry about.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I’m gonna kill the fucker before he can lay a hand on you.” Saint shoved his leather cut on over his shoulders, followed by a heavier winter jacket.

“Stay here. Don’t open the door for anyone unless they’re wearing a Sinister Knights cut.” He pulled a hunk of metal from his pocket. “And keep this.”

His gun slid across the table toward me.

“No, no way. You’re not leaving me here. I can’t do this, Saint.”

“You’re gonna have to, little one. Just this one time. I have to take care of business. It’s better if you don’t see it.”

“Saint. No, please, we can call the police.”

“Police won’t fuck with the Outlaws, just like they don’t fuck with us. We’ve got our own rules up in these mountains. Best you learn that now.”

He pulled me against him, lips touching mine as salty tears flavored our kiss.

My heart fell, his footsteps heavy on the porch when my legs finally crumpled under me.

The Harley fired to life and backed out of the driveway. “Saint.”

It was too late.

The damn bike carried away the man I loved, the man I’d just pledged my life to.

I sat on the floor, wrapped in the blanket, crying into the wooden planks of the floor, waiting for him to return.

If he wasn’t back by nightfall, I didn’t know what I’d do.

Stand up, something deep inside me groaned.

You’ll stand up.

You’ll carry on just as you’ve always done.

Besides, Saint would return. I was sure of it.

He’d pledged to love and protect me forever. That meant for more than just one night, right?

I finally crawled across the worn wooden floor, fumbling in the pocket of my bag until my fingers traced the worn, hand-carved wooden beads of my rosary.

Soft tears tracked down my cheeks as I prayed with all that was in me that my husband would come home safe.

Dios mio, mi esposo. Dios mio…