Two Months Later

My man is insane. He’s been after me for months. He wants a wedding. After the disaster of our first go around, you would think that he would have had enough. I know I have. If I never see another wedding dress, worry about bridesmaids, hear another bridal march, or ever see my man in a suit again that would still be too soon. I decided we should just go on like we are. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that Dragon and I belong to each other. He, however, refuses to go along with my plan. So, after two months, he wore me down. I completely caved. Of course, I can admit that I did so after multiple orgasms. I lost count and maybe consciousness around number four. So, I agreed to anything he wanted. I only had one stipulation—one major stipulation. I told him it had to be the farthest thing from our first go around that he could find. I wanted nothing like that. I regretted it way before the actual catastrophe at the church. Huge church weddings are not what Dragon and I are. I wanted the perfect ending to our fairy tale. What I didn’t realize at the time, was Dragon and I aren’t a fairy tale. We’re real. We’re bigger. We’re better. We’re a freaking never-ending story, and it’s epic.

So, when Dragon said not to worry, I left it in his hands. The plane ride to Vegas wasn’t a surprise. The fact that all the Savage Brothers came along, save for the prospects watching the place back home wasn’t a surprise. The fact that Dani is here and smiling? It’s good. It’s not a surprise, because she’s been different since her and Crusher came home. I even see glimpses of that first beautiful girl who became my best friend years ago. The fact he had me pump extra milk so Dancer and Carrie can watch Dom tonight and part of the day tomorrow? Sweet, but not surprising. The limo ride to an all-night wedding chapel at eleven-thirty at night? Yeah, it didn’t even surprise me. Dragon having a dress waiting for me in the dressing room? Again, not a surprise. I’ll admit that when I saw I would be wearing a red leather dress, which was skin tight and ended barely below my thigh, a cut that said Property of Dragon, matching black stockings and a red garter, clearly visible with my fuck-me boots? I might have been a teensy bit surprised. The fact that my bridesmaids were in matching ensembles, except they were all wearing black with red garters, might have shocked me. I can’t lie. Then again, I’m figuring Dragon doesn’t give a damn. I have to say all the girls are gorgeous and hot as hell, even Carrie—who looks like she might pop at any minute. Hell, I look hot. I admit it. Still, nothing has been a surprise (clothes not withstanding) and even though it is different, the very moment Dani, Carrie, Nikki, and Lips leave to join the men outside, I get scared. What if we’re pushing it? What if fate doesn’t want Dragon and me to get married? My heart starts beating like crazy, my palms go sweaty, and I’m barely keeping it together. That’s when I hear it.

It’s a scream, melodic but a scream none the less and then the guitar rift kicks in and the music starts. I stand for a minute trying to place the song. When I do, I throw my head back in laughter. Just like that, the nerves are gone, and I leave the room, anxious to see my crazy ass husband-to-be.

I walk to a red silk covered aisle to the song ‘Heaven’s on Fire’, by Kiss. I’m still laughing, but when I look down at the end of the small runway and see my man standing beside what I can only assume is a Gene Simmons look-alike—with makeup, I lose it. I feel a touch on my arm and look up to see a very handsome Bull standing there with one single black rose. The color doesn’t shock me at all this time. How can it, when all of the Savage MC and their women are standing in front of me wearing leather and cuts. My man is standing tallest of them all, holding Dom in his hands. My baby is in pajamas that has an I, then a big red heart with mom under it. I take the flower, link my arm in with Bull’s, and walk towards my future.

When I make it to my man, he hands Dom over to Dancer. Dom protests just once before Dance produces his favorite squishy rattle. I give my rose to Dani, and when I turn back around, Dragon is staring down at me with this smile on his face, and I get lost in the deep, chocolatey depths of his eyes.

“You’re looking good, Mama.”

“You are so crazy, Dragon.”

“You asked for different, I aim to please.”

“I love you,” I answer. I’m so happy, I feel like I might explode.

“Are you ready to do this?”

“Completely.”

We turn together to face the…err…Gene Simmons?

“Dear freaks and psychos we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the union of Dragon and Nicole, so let’s get this party started. Nicole, do you promise to always take care of Dragon’s Love Gun? Do you promise to worship at the altar of Detroit, Rock City, forever?” he asks, using titles of Kiss songs, which at this point doesn’t surprise me at all.

“Love Gun?” I question Dragon, and he is smiling as big as I’ve ever seen.

“Hey, women like it when a man writes the vows, right?”

I shake my head, taking the ring Dani hands me and slipping it on Dragon’s finger. “I promise to love you and stay by your side, forever.”

Dragon kisses my forehead.

“Dragon?” Fake Gene questions, and I expect more silly song title vows, instead, Dragon’s gets serious and he caresses the side of my face.

“Nicole, I was lost until you came into my life with that rocking ass and those sexy bare feet. I fell fast and hard, and I’ve never looked back. You keep me grounded, Mama. You give me a reason and a purpose to keep going. You are my life. You are the air I fucking breathe, woman. I promise I will love you in this world and into the next. I promise that I will protect, honor and spend my life doing my best to make you and Dom happy. Forever Mama, for-fucking-ever,” he says quietly, sliding a simple gold band on my finger that has a D and N engraved on it with a diamond in the middle of the interlocked letters.

I don’t even try to stop the tears that come.

“I love you, Dragon. I love you so much.”

“Does that mean I did okay?”

“Well, I did miss the hokey song titles and all,” I joke through my tears.

“Hmmm… I promise I will Lick It Up, and Uh! All Night. That better, Mama?”

I can’t answer, but then everyone around is laughing, so it’s not needed.

“Alright! If I can have your hands?” Fake Gene asks, and Dragon and I turn around to face him.

Fake Gene takes our hands, places his over them. “Then by the power invested in me by the State of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife! Time to kiss the bride!” He yells and starts wiggling his tongue like crazy.

“Mama!” Dragon growls.

“He really is just like Gene. I didn’t realize they made tongues that…What are you doing?” I gasp, as Dragon picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. Everyone in the room is laughing.

“Taking you back to our room to show you the only fucking tongue you’ll ever need.”

My man, he always has the best ideas.