Crystal

We land at McCarran airport and the men stay close to us. Doc, Mick and Doc’s sister, Sammie, came too. Doc didn’t want to leave her alone with the shit going down. She seems like a really nice chick. Garrett hasn’t let go of my hand since we landed. I’m not sure if he’s worried they followed us here, or that I’m going to pull a runaway bride type thing. I’m ready to marry him, so he’s got nothing to worry about. Mick and Doc walk behind us for our protection. We hop into a limo my brothers sent for us. They’re waiting to meet Garrett. I had a long talk with them while Garrett did his “pool game.” They grilled me as Mike ran a search on Garrett. By the end of the conversation, they were happy to meet my future husband.

We arrive at the Grand where Daniel and Mike are in their suite. They don’t want to come down because of the crowds that’ll mob them. Garrett’s holding me by the waist, refusing to separate from me for a moment. I love it. I lean into him as the elevator closes. My big, strong biker whispers in my ear so gently that I crave him. “I love you, Tigress.”

“My Garrett, I love you so much.” He bends down and kisses me. We deepen it and then the door opens to my two brothers staring at us. Garrett doesn’t quickly pull away. Instead, he smiles at me then turns it on the guys.

“Hello, Daniel and Mike. I’m Garrett Steele,” he greets them after we step out.

“Mr. Steele, we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Good. Likewise. I’ve seen you fight on several occasions as well,” he says, reaching out with one hand while holding onto me. “It’s a pleasure to meet the both of you.”

“Come inside.”

“So, the wedding is tomorrow morning, are you ready?”

“I am. Then again, Crystal has left me out of everything except picking my suit.”

“Ha. That sounds about right.”

The doorbell rings and it must be the rest of the family. They were going to drop all their things off in our suites. “Everyone’s here,” Daniel exclaims coming back into the main room with the others.

We have a large group of people, but in truth, all I want is to get married to Garrett and being alone. The hours pass so fast as we all lounge about eating and talking. My brothers have to eat properly for their fights, plus, they were heading to bed early. I’m sleeping in my sister’s room for the night. I hate it, but it’s tradition.

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I missed Garrett all night. I could hardly sleep. Sophia did her best, but I wanted my man. It’s strange that we had to sleep apart. He left several times since we’ve been together, but it was only for a few hours. It’s six in the morning and I’m getting ready before everyone wakes up. My longing for Garrett has grown to a breaking point. Morgan comes into the bathroom while I’m in the shower. We’ve become more than great friends and I know something’s up.

“What’s up, Morgan?” I ask her, turning off the tap and grabbing my towel.

“Nothing, girl. It’s your day and you’re marrying my amazing big brother. Let’s get started before Garrett comes banging down the door. You know, I don’t think he’ll be able to resist.” She starts brushing her teeth when there’s knock at the door. “Oh no. Don’t you dare go to the door,” she garbles with her mouth full. A bunch of dirty jokes pop into my head, but I let them go.

“Tigress,” Garrett shouts through the door. I come out of the bathroom after slipping my robe on. I tie the belt as mom comes out of her room.

“Leave her alone. You can’t see her,” my mother says, rubbing her eyes.

“I just need to talk to her.”

I walk over to the door, leaning against it. “Mr. Steele, is something wrong?”

“Baby, tell me you’re still marrying me.”

“Of course, I am. What makes you think otherwise?” I ask.

“I had a bad dream. I just need to know you love me,” he growls against the door.

I laugh softly at the ridiculousness of his needing reassurance. “I do, silly man. I’m going to meet you in three hours.” Suddenly, fear strikes me. What if he’s subconsciously having doubts? “Are you having second thoughts?”

“The only damn second thoughts I’ve had are not getting married last night through one of those drive-thru wedding chapels.”

“Me, too,” I sigh, leaning against the door. “Me, too.”

“Good, now, your breakfast should be up soon. I can’t wait to see you, Tigress.” I can hear his footsteps as he moves away from the door. He has the suite we’ll be spending the night in after my brothers’ big fights.

Three hours later, I'm standing in the dressing room of the chapel feeling like a princess. Morgan did a great job on my hair and my mom worked miracles to get my dress down to the hotel when we arrived. I can't even believe how this is all happening. I guess this is the marriage capital of the world. We’re surrounded by friends and family. It's beautiful. My dad comes in the room. "Princess, it's time.” A smile spreads across his face. It warms my soul and eases the nerves I didn’t know I had.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect. Boomer is going to have a hard time waiting at the altar, so we better get a move on,” he jokes. I won’t put it past Garrett to pick me up and carry me if I go too slow.

“Girl, you look so pretty. We’ll see you out there,” Sophia cheers, walking out with our mother. Morgan fixes my veil before giving me a kiss on the cheek and running out the door behind the other two. The music begins, and I can’t stop smiling as we inch towards the grand doors. They open, and I see him. I notice nothing else except my man, my Boomer, my Garrett, waiting for me. He’s rocking side to side, looking anxious. I want to put my hands on his handsome, scruffy face, and take away all his tension.

My dad leads the way and on cue, Garrett comes forward. Jackson and Doc grab his arms and my dad shakes his head at him.

As we reach my man, he grabs the hem of his tux, clenching the material. He gives the officiant a look that says move along. My father hands me over to the man I know will love and protect me. He doesn’t hold my hand like he should but puts his hand around my waist instead. It’s a territorial move and I’m not sure why.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” He doesn’t hesitate to tighten his hold on me. One hand slides into my hair and the other is still on my waist with at least two fingers dangerously on the edge of my ass. I moan as his mouth comes down on mine. Our first kiss as Mr. and Mrs. Steele surpasses decency. I thrust my hands into his hair, tugging and moaning. A couple chuckles reach my ears eventually and I realize that I’m in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist, grinding on him. I’m completely mortified and yet so turned on. Instead of setting me down, he adjusts me to be cradled in his arms and carries me off. We’re not having a reception because the guys are fighting tonight. We’ll celebrate with them later.