I gather the boys around, ready to give Jasmine her surprise. She doesn’t know it yet but I’ve organized for my brothers to form a circle on their bikes, headlights on. The lights will shine on me and Jasmine as I have one final dance for the night with her. The song I’ve chosen is “You and Me” by Lifehouse, knowing the lyrics reflect exactly how I feel. I know, I’ve become a fucking pussy, but she’s worth it. With Hawke not being here, it doesn’t feel the same but I’ve gotta go ahead with it.
“Hey, Blaze, you ready to get the boys in order for the farewell?”
“Sure, Prez. You ready now?”
I nod feeling nervous as fuck. I’ve never had to do anything special for a woman before, but Jasmine has me doing things I never thought I would. I see my brothers all lined up on their bikes, and they start their engines. The rumble of motorcycles has everyone turning to look at my men. They ride past me and head toward the grass area, where they form a circle around Jasmine. My stomach’s doing somersaults at the vision of Jasmine standing there in her white dress, one hand raised and shading her eyes, an unknown expression upon her face. I straddle my bike, and rev the engine and head toward her. I can hear tin can’s being dragged across the ground, and other items I can’t quite make out what they are. Knowing the boys have done something to my bike, I smile. Squeezing my bike between Bear’s and Trigger’s, I ride up to Jasmine and stop in front of her.
“Quill? What’s going on?” She looks around at my boys, then her gaze lands on me. The song begins to play, and I lift myself off my bike and take slow, steady steps toward her. When I’m close enough, I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her to me. “Oh my God, you did this for me?” she asks, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I begin to sway us both to the music, and her hands wrap around my neck as I lean in and kiss her slowly, taking my sweet time to taste her. The boys rev their engines, and whistles and cheering sound around us.
I lean Jasmine backward and continue to ravish her mouth. She laughs against my lips and I bring her back up to a standing position, pulling back slightly. Cupping her face in my palm, I run my thumb in gentle circles on her cheek. “Yes, baby, I did this for you because I love you so, so much, and you deserve this.”
“Oh, Quill, you make me so happy.” She hugs me tightly, and I cradle her head in my hands as she cries softly against my shoulder.
“Don’t cry, baby, I want you to be happy, not sad.”
She pulls back and looks up at me. “I am happy, Quill. I’ve never been happier. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I reply grinning like a lunatic. My plan had worked a treat.
We continue to dance until the song ends, and I kiss her one more time before leading her to my bike. Her parents rush over and kiss Jasmine and I, congratulating us once again. Her father makes sure to add for me to be careful on my bike, especially because I have Jasmine on the back of it and she’s pregnant. I promise him I’ll be very careful.
Jasmine’s mom hugs and kisses me, and I thank her for everything. “Take care of my baby,” she says, cupping my cheek.
“I will, you never have to worry about that,” I say in reply, and I mean those words with every single part of me.
She smiles. “I’m glad she has you, Quill.”
“Wait! You guys can’t leave without saying goodbye.” Luisa comes running down to us and hugs Jasmine, holding her for a while.
I step in behind them and rub Luisa’s hand. “You okay, darlin’?” I ask seeing tears in her eyes, and knowing they’re most likely due to my VP’s disappearance. Luisa looks at me, and I make her a promise. “I’ll find him, Lu.”
She just nods, kissing Jasmine’s cheek, then mine. “Thank you, Quill. I know you will.”
The rest of the group make their way over to us to say their goodbyes. I’ll be honest, it really is pissing me the fuck off. I just need to get Jasmine alone and to myself.
Before I get on my bike again, I hold Jasmine’s hand in mine and look at the back of my bike. There’s tin cans and string trailing behind it, and a sign on the back saying Ride With Me Forever. The boys did good.
Jasmine giggles against my arm, and I tilt my head to kiss her. “Compliments of the Blood Brothers,” Blaze says, stepping forward.
“Thanks, brother,” I say, tapping him on his back.
“Thank you, Blaze,” Jasmine says as well.
“Signora, it was my pleasure,” he responds in Spanish, kissing her hand.
“Hey, watch where you put those lips, brother,” I joke.
“Fuck me!” The warmth of Jasmine’s body up against my back, her thighs wrapped around me, squeezing, has me close to pulling over and taking her over my bike. She’s mine—all fucking mine. I never thought the day would come when I would have my wife, the woman I love, on the back of my bike, pregnant with my child. I shouldn’t have her on here in her condition, but fuck me, the way she fits me so well has my chest burning with pride.
Her head rests between my shoulder blades, and our accommodation comes into view. Thank fuck. I can’t wait much longer to be balls deep inside of her.
Pulling over I kick my bike’s stand down, and Jasmine lets go of my waist. I slide off and help remove her helmet, then do the same with mine. She looks up at the bed-and-breakfast I chose for our first night together as man and wife and smiles. “I love this place, I’ve always wanted to stay here.”
I follow her line of sight, looking up at the cottage behind us. “Well, I’m glad you like it,” I say, leaning in and kissing her before I help her off the bike. Her hands drape around my neck, and she pulls my head back down to kiss her again. “Mmmm, baby, you feel so good.” I run my hands down her back and rest them on her ass. I squeeze her cheeks and roll my hips against her core, my hardness rubbing against her stomach.
“I want you, Quill, so much,” she says huskily, and I look into her emerald green eyes, shining with happiness. The fact I’m responsible for that happiness slays me.
“Have me you shall, baby,” I reply, biting down on her bottom lip. “Let’s go get settled, the lady who owns this said she’ll leave the key to the cottage under the doormat.” I pull on Jasmine’s hand and lead her to the front of the cottage. It’s a two-story, antique-looking place, covered with wooden panels painted white. A veranda circles the top floor, leading out from the master bedroom.
I’d asked Luisa if she knew of any romantic places in Tennessee, and she’d mentioned this place straight up. So yesterday, when Jasmine went out looking at flowers, I rode down here to look at the place for myself. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for our wedding night. Mrs. Bradley was very accommodating, and said she’d prepare our room nicely when she found out it was going to be our wedding night—red rose petals, chocolates, and non-alcoholic champagne on arrival. With Jasmine being pregnant, I wanted to make sure she’s comfortable having a drink, a toast to our future together. I just wanted everything to be perfect because Jasmine is perfect, and deserving of only the very best.
Leaning down I grab the key from under the mat, and unlock the front door. When I open it, I let Jasmine walk in ahead of me, and then follow her inside. The fireplace is lit, enabling light to glow, and surrounding the room with a comfortable warmth. Dark floorboards cover the floors, leading to a cosy lounge area to the right. Two large, cream-colored couches face the fireplace, a white fluffy rug between them and the blazing fire. The whole cottage smells of flowers; Mrs. Bradley has outdone herself, roses blooming in every corner of the room. Adjacent to the lounge is a kitchen from what I remember, with all the latest appliances installed.
“This is beautiful, Quill,” Jasmine whispers, walking further into the room. She stands before the fireplace, her hands out to capture its heat, and I follow her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. I inhale her peaches-and-vanilla scent as I kiss her head, and lean in further and kiss beneath her ear, loving her intake of breath.
I smile against her skin. “Not as beautiful as you,” I say, meaning every single word.
She spins in my arms to face me and cups my face in her hands. “I love you, Quill, so much.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, letting her words wash over me, then open them again, swiping away tears that have fallen from her beautiful eyes. I place my hand at her nape, bringing her in closer to me. “I know, baby, and I’m going to make sure I am worthy of your love. I promise. Now, Mrs. Owen, can I take my wife up those stairs? I’m fucking dying to have you beneath me.”
Jasmine licks her bottom lip, a mischievous look gracing her face. She pulls away from me, making my hands drop to my sides, then walks around me and toward the centre of the room. Her hands reach around her back, and I watch as she pulls at the ribbons on her dress. Her eyes travel down my body, and she smirks when they land on my bulging erection, painfully rubbing against my zipper.
“I want you here, Mr. Owen, right on this rug.”
I cock an eyebrow and look down at the rug she’s standing on, begging for me to take her there. Unable to keep my distance any longer I rush over to her, smashing my lips against hers. She opens hers eagerly and lets my tongue enter, and I explore her warm and wet mouth. “Fuck, Jasmine, I want you so much,” I state hungrily against her lips.
“Help me get this dress off, baby,” she whispers in response, a smile forming as she looks up at me, her own hunger shining from her eyes.
“With pleasure.”