Epilogue
The warm fingers of the Wyoming breeze trailed through Stormy’s hair. Judd’s and Aiden’s wives would kill her if the curls they’d spent hours putting into her hair fell out before she got a chance to walk down the aisle.
This was really happening. Eagle Crest had been set up with a hundred chairs tied with pretty white satin bows and the white tent was erected for dinner and dancing. She was powdered, primped and zipped into her gown with the simple lace beading.
And her cowgirl boots were perfectly broken in for this day. As soon as her sister-in-law-to-be, Amaryllis, had heard she was marrying Wes on the family ranch, she’d insisted she needed something blue and took Stormy shopping for just the right pair.
Stormy peered around the corner of the house where she’d walk out to meet her groom, and Cecily slapped her arm.
“He can’t see you or you’ll have bad luck!” She rubbed at her small baby bump growing under her bridesmaid gown.
Stormy didn’t know if she should giggle or burst into tears. Her emotions were all over the place.
Since Wes had brought her back to Eagle Crest, she’d felt a sense of new beginnings. They’d spent the past months together, working, living and loving.
When he’d dropped to one knee and presented her with a ring, all her dreams had manifested into one happy future.
She held her eyes wide to keep from crying or smudging her mascara. When the man rounded the corner, she widened them even more.
“Dad! You look amazing in a tux.”
“And you couldn’t look more beautiful, though I’d like to see some black biker boots instead of the blue.” He gave her a crooked grin. In a tux that fit him like a perfectly tailored second skin, he looked far from the biker who’d raised her.
She peeked around the corner again. “I see a lot of bikes.” Excitement sounded in her voice. She couldn’t wait to celebrate with her Bighorn family.
“Yeah, they’re all out there waiting for your big entrance. Speaking of…” He offered his arm just as the music began.
Stormy wrapped her arm around his waist and squeezed him before taking his arm. “I’m glad to have you with me today.”
“Happy to do it.” They took their place. Ahead of them, Amaryllis and Cecily made their way one by one down the aisle to where all the Roshannon men stood. But Stormy’s eyes skipped right over Judd and Aiden to gape at the man she was marrying.
The Wyoming sun seemed to beam down only on him, making his thick dark hair gleam and accentuate the chiseled lines of his face. The white of his shirt glowed against his tan neck.
Her heart skipped a beat and for a second, she didn’t know what to do.
Wes’s gaze pinned her where she stood.
Her father looked down at her. “He’s waiting for you.”
They took the first step onto the white satin pathway running through the emerald grass and straight to the makeshift altar where her man stood.
She didn’t realize the walk had ended until Wes’s hands enveloped hers. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze.
Warm, steely gray and burning with love and a trace of tears.
She wanted to go on tiptoe and kiss him already, but there were words to say. Her biker family and her new family, the Roshannons, were here to witness her vowing her love for Wes for the rest of her days.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Shocked at how fast the ceremony had drawn to an end, she turned and tossed the bouquet at the ladies who’d come with Bighorns and threw her arms around her husband’s neck.
* * * * *
Wes couldn’t take his eyes off his new bride. All that white beading clung to her curves like a Harley on the highway. He couldn’t wait to take either for a ride.
She stood laughing with some of the ladies from the club, throwing Wes covert glances that made him look around for a place to hide away with her. Being surrounded by family and friends had him grinding his teeth and waiting for the opportunity to arise.
A beer appeared before his face, and he took it from his brother. Aiden followed Wes’s gaze to Stormy.
“Who knew you’d do so well for yourself?” Aiden brought the beer to his lips.
Judd jumped into the group. “Who did well? Oh yeah, I never expected Wes to marry anything but a horse.”
Wes gave a wry smile and took a swig of the beer. “We had a rough start, for sure.” Looking at Stormy’s beautiful face in profile, he couldn’t believe how far they’d come. Through the proverbial hell and high water. In his opinion, thrust together by fate. His search for family had taken him to the Bighorns and he’d walked away with so much more than he imagined possible.
“So what’s next for Mr. and Mrs. Wes Roshannon?” Judd asked.
“I’ve been thinking of staying right here, helping Dad and building a house on the land, that is if nobody cares.”
Both brothers shrugged. “Why would we care? The land is yours as much as ours, even if you weren’t actually our blood brother.”
He clinked beers with each before spying his opportunity to steal his bride away. “Excuse me.” He shoved his beer at Judd.
Chuckles sounded behind him as he made a beeline for Stormy. He caught her elbow and pulled her away from the Bighorns with a smile. He placed his lips to Stormy’s ear and whispered, “I need you. Alone.”
Her face flushed pink and the ladies giggled, waving her away.
Wes led his wife by the hand around the side of the barn. The party hadn’t reached back here, and he was grateful.
“Wes, where are we going?”
He glanced back at her. “I need a moment alone with this beautiful woman wearing my ring.” He skimmed his thumb over the band he’d just slipped onto her finger.
He drew her to a spot of cool shade. He’d long ago shucked his tuxedo jacket and the bowtie. His shirt was open at the collar and the sleeves rolled but he was still too hot.
What he was about to do would have them both drenched in sweat and sticking together in seconds.
“Oh no. I don’t know if I like that grin,” she said.
“You will.” He grabbed her ass and hitched her against him. A rough sigh left her, and he realized how pent-up she was too.
“Mmm. I fucking want you, Mrs. Roshannon.”
A shiver ran through her, and he couldn’t resist claiming her full, plump lips. As their mouths melded together, she reached down between his legs, settling her warm hand over his bulge.
He groaned, and she answered with a hitching breath as he located her hardened nipple beneath the beading of her dress. He squeezed it nice and slow, pulling a cry from her.
He drew back, and they stared at each other for a heartbeat before she went for his pants and he shimmied her dress up over her hips. In seconds, he had his fingers buried in her soaking heat and she fisted his cock, angling it where they both wanted it—needed it.
“Oh my God, Wes. Take me. Now.”
He joined them with one jerk of his hips. She gave a muffled cry, which he swallowed with his deep kiss. Tongues swirling, passion flaring. Their own wedding celebration sounding low in the background and birds chirping as he consummated their vows.
“I’m glad you took me away. I couldn’t wait for this.” She bit into his lower lip, raising a growl from him.
He pushed his cock deeper with each stroke. Her inner muscles tensed around him, and he knew she wasn’t going to last long. He wanted her screaming his name, but they probably should keep it quiet or risk embarrassing his mother to death.
He sucked on the soft skin behind her ear, and she grabbed onto his shoulders harder, grinding against him. The rustle of their clothing music on the wind.
“Dirty…”
“Mmm. I love when you call me that.”
She looked into his eyes as a squeaking gasp left her. He slammed into her pussy one more stroke and watched her shatter. Eyes fluttering closed on her release. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He cupped her ass and dragged her against him for two more strokes before he launched over the ledge too.
Her pussy squeezed him hard as he shot into her. Their combined moans ending on heavy breathing.
He cradled her lovely face in his hands and stared into her eyes.
“Think anyone will know?” She giggled.
“My brothers will. I’m pretty sure they each sneaked away with their wives on their wedding days too.”
“So it’s family tradition.”
“Guess so.” He chuckled and slowly detached himself from her body, letting her thong slide back into place and her gown float down around her little blue cowgirl boots.
She pressed her hands against his chest as if trying to regain equilibrium. He repositioned his clothing and was presentable again.
“I have another reason for believing you live up to your nickname of Dirty.”
He chuckled.
“I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”
“I hope not. I won’t either. I promise not to forget a single minute I spend with you, baby.” He drew her to him and brushed his lips over hers again, lightly this time. “I love you.”
“Forever.” She smiled the way a woman smiles when she has the world of happiness stretched before her and no shadows in sight.
THE END