Chapter Twelve
Ella didn’t want a long engagement. Ryker gave her the most beautiful diamond ring when she got out of the hospital, and it only made sense to get married soon. Thankfully, everyone understood. With the help of her mother and a few friends from work, they put together a fabulous outdoor wedding at her parent’s house. Ryker invited the club members and she invited those that she felt the closest to. The backyard was decorated in soft off-white roses. Beneath the arbor stood the officiate and Ryker—both making her smile as she rounded the corner with her father. The mood was intimate and perfect.
They exchanged their vows and Ryker kissed her in finality. Their friends cheered, and Ryker walked her down the aisle toward the house. When they made it out of everyone’s sight, he grabbed her, pulling her to him for a kiss.
“You look gorgeous.”
His declaration made her tingle. “They won’t miss us if we leave.”
Laughing, he pressed his forehead to her. “You and I both know that’s a lie. How the fuck did I get so lucky?”
“That’s a good question.” Ella looped her arms around his waist. “Did you ever think that when you were fifteen years old, that one day, we’d be here?”
He smiled before kissing her forehead. “No.”
“You’ve somehow managed to stay out of jail, and I’ve somehow managed to stay alive…” He chuckled at her comment. “We’ve been through a lot together. I don’t think there is anything we can’t overcome.”
He held her, and she liked it. The simplicity of that moment meant all the world to her. While he was rough around the edges, she saw the tender parts of his personality come out more and more. It was nice to simply stand there in his arms and revel in the fact that they were married. She needed him, and he was always there for her. It felt overwhelming sometimes that he loved her that much.
Smoothing his hand along her bare back, he pulled back slightly. “Let’s get this party over with so I can take you home.”
Afterward, they spent a nice evening eating and dancing. Ryker kept her close; even when she enjoyed a dance or two with her friends, he kept his attention on her like he couldn’t get enough. So many people doubted their relationship. He came from a different world than her.
She found her way back to their table and sat next to him, enjoying how he immediately pulled her closer. Her face hurt from smiling so much.
“When I get you home, I’m going to strip you bare and fuck you, wife.” His lips pressed against her ear as he spoke. “And you’re going to fucking love it.”
“I always love it.” She lifted his hand to her lap.
“You look gorgeous, Ella,” Ashley, a friend from medical school, declared. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you.” Ella stood to hug her. “Thank you for coming.”
“Yeah, well, I accepted a job at the hospital so let’s get lunch when you get back from your honeymoon. Catch up.”
“That sounds great.” Ella smiled at her.
Several guests came over to congratulate them and hug her. Ryker looked completely uncomfortable, but she didn’t expect any less. He wanted to get naked hours ago but instead had to wear a leather vest and denim. She could only imagine what punishments he had planned for her to pay her back for that.
“Well, beautiful, I think it’s time for us to go home,” Ryker said finally. He had his arm draped on the back of her chair as one of their guests left their table. She liked seeing the cursive “E” tattooed on his left ring finger. He had a wedding band for ceremonial purposes, but he’d taken it off almost as quickly as she put it on. The tattoo suited him better. It was a powerful feeling knowing that he was hers.
She linked their hands. “This day couldn’t have gone more perfect.”
“Wait until we get home.”
She smiled at him. They said their good-byes, and the guest blew bubbles at them as they got on the back of Ryker’s Harley. Ella wrapped her arms around him and held on as they rode away.
Leather filled her nostrils as she breathed him in. Nothing really felt different. She liked that he was hers officially. He still proclaimed she was the only woman he wanted, and she believed him. Ryker showed her that he loved her, which probably wasn’t easy for him to do.
He parked in his normal spot and killed the engine. Ella climbed off the bike and waited for him. Her ring caught the streetlight and glittered in the darkness. He said he didn’t get the biggest diamond in the store, but she didn’t believe him. He lifted her into his arms and kissed her before he carried her up the steps to their home. After unlocking the door, he carried her inside, closing it with a kick of his foot.
Ella’s shoes slipped off her feet as they walked down the hall to their bedroom. He sat her at the foot of the bed and smoothed his hands along her neck as he leaned in to kiss her.
“I’m going to try to be patient so I don’t rip your dress, but it’s not going to be easy.”
She laughed. “If it didn’t mean so much, I’d let you rip it.”
He kissed her, taking his time. His tongue stroked along hers, intimately teasing her mouth until she panted for more. She loved the way he kissed her. Loved how much he desired her with his mouth alone.
He dragged his mouth from hers. “I want to tell you something before I change my mind.”
Ryker turned and grabbed the birth control packet she’d left on the dresser. Holding it up, he met her eyes. “If you were serious about wanting a baby, we can trash the pills right now.”
She gasped. “I thought you didn’t want kids.”
He shook his head. “It’s not about me anymore. I doubt I’d be good at parenting, but if this is something you want, I’m okay with it. One, anyway. The idea of three makes my stomach queasy and my head dizzy.”
She walked toward him. “You are an amazing man.”
“I don’t know about that.” He stared at her a moment, smoothing his finger along her cheek. “I want to make you happy. Above all else, you deserve to be happy.”
She looped her arms around his waist. “I am. I love you more than you could ever realize.”
“So is that a yes?”
Having a baby was a big step. Some parts about it scared her. If Ryker really didn’t want one, then she didn’t need to force him. He didn’t really even like kids.
“Are you going to take care of it? Feeding, changing diapers, reading books, playing, disciplining… There’s a lot that goes into being a parent.” She pursed her lips. “Giving up sex because our child is afraid of monsters and doesn’t want to sleep on their own is part of it.”
He was silent for a long time, obviously contemplating the picture she’d painted. It was on the tip of her tongue say that they could talk about it later. Nothing had to happen tonight, and big life decisions didn’t need to be made in a hurry. But he tossed her pills in the trash, distracting her from saying anything.
“I’m down with it if you are.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Even the no-sex thing.”
Laughing, she said, “It hurt to say that, didn’t it?”
“A little bit.” He held her to him, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Okay, a lot. Please tell me it’s temporary.”
She laid her head against his chest, enjoying the feel of him against her. “It is. It only lasts about eighteen years.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “You’re busting my balls again.”
They held each other for a while, simply enjoying the intimacy. She closed her eyes and pictured them with a child. She wanted a little girl and knew without a doubt their daughter would have Ryker wrapped around her little finger. She smiled as she thought about him holding their baby. He’d be a hands-on dad. When he cared about something or someone, very little deterred him from it. He’d love their child. She knew he would.
But the lingering thought of the club life mixed with their child swirled in her brain. He didn’t want his kid around it. He’d told her himself. So what did that mean for him? Them?
She pulled away. “What about the club?” He didn’t say anything, and she continued, trying her best to undo her dress. “You said you didn’t want your kid involved in that life. It’s difficult enough between me and you. What about our baby?”
He pushed her hands away and unzipped her dress. He pressed soft kisses against her shoulder, her neck. She smiled as he pulled the sleeves of her dress off her body and turned her around to face him.
“I’m thinking about dropping the club and taking up the position of being your love slave.”
She frowned. “What?”
Instead of responding, he kissed her. Ella held onto him as he slid her dress off her body. Beneath it, she wore white lace, and he pulled away for a second to take in the sight. “Damn.”
“You’re leaving the club?”
He met her eyes. “Not right now.”
“But…” He leaned in to kiss her neck, and she gripped his shirt. “Stop for a second.”
“No.”
She pushed him off her for long enough to catch his gaze. “Do you want to leave the Roaming Devils?”
His lips tilted slightly. “I want to fuck my wife.”
She scoffed. “Ryker.”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Right now, you’re going to get naked and I’m going to get naked. No more talking.”
He pressed her back against the mattress. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed every inch of her while peeling the last remaining clothing off her body. He spread her legs and dipped his head to lick her smooth pussy, teasing her clit mercilessly. She clutched at his short hair, suddenly missing the longer locks. He’d gotten a haircut for the wedding and Ella loved it, even though he’d lost some of his rugged appeal.
He started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Ella watched as he pushed the small white beads through the holes, revealing his tanned and very tattooed chest. Inch by inch, he revealed more skin that made her mouth water. Her sexy husband was gorgeous and tempting.
“I love you. In some ways, I think I always have.”
He tossed his shirt to the ground and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Smiling at him, she watched as he undressed, shifting so he could pull his pants off his legs. He rarely wore underwear and had opted not to under his wedding attire. She chuckled at him, loving how right the moment felt.
“You tired?” he asked.
“No.” She yawned and grinned. “How’d you know?”
“You’re not mauling me.”
“Soft and sweet tonight.”
He crawled over her, moving between her legs. “No wild, kinky sex on our wedding night?”
She rubbed his toned back. “I’m saving that for the honeymoon.”
His mouth found hers as the tip of his cock parted her wet folds. Ella pressed her lips to his chest, kissing the area right above his heart. He cupped the side of her head and leaned down to kiss her. She needed the closeness. While nothing had really changed between them with the wedding, she found herself more connected to him. She figured he liked that she had his name now too. That she wore his ring and was officially his. And if she were really honest with herself, she wanted to be.
He pushed inside her with one smooth stroke. Ryker nipped at her lower lip and tugged, sloppily kissing her as he thrust into her body. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, sliding down his slick skin as she kissed him back. The longer she was with Ryker, the more she realized that in those moment, she’d never get him close enough. He fit her so perfectly.
She dropped her head back, closing her eyes as his cock repeatedly filled her pussy. Ella had been nervous about their wedding night: she’d been fretting over everything and questioned halfway through the reception if she’d have the stamina to actually get to this point. It filled her mind that she’d fall asleep halfway through, and Ryker would be pissed off at her.
He scraped his teeth along her exposed neck, and Ella moaned. He squeezed her breast, pushing harder and deeper into her.
“Come for me,” he whispered. He propped himself above her on one arm, staring down at her as he reached between them. He rocked into her as his fingers played with her clit, giving her that push she needed.
“You’re gorgeous, baby.” Ryker leaned down and nipped at her lips. “So fucking beautiful. Come on my cock. Squeeze me while you take your pleasure.”
Ella clutched his head, forcing her breast into his mouth. He groaned as her pussy tightened around him, his fingers slick with her moisture. When she finally let him go, he smiled at her.
“I could watch you come all day.” He kissed her. “Damn beautiful sight.”
“Why didn’t you come?”
“Because I want to draw it out.” He withdrew from her and rolled to his back. “We only get one wedding night. Come here and ride me.”
Instead, Ella sat up and moved between his legs. “We may be married, but you’re not the boss of me.”
She leaned forward and tightened her lips around his cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. He smoothed her hair aside and tightened his fingers in it, tugging lightly as she bobbed along his cock. There were very few things that Ryker loved more than her, but she was pretty sure her mouth on him was one of them.
“If you think you’re going to make me come like that…” She slipped her finger between his cheeks. Ryker sucked in a shaky breath. “I thought we weren’t doing kinky sex tonight?”
She pulled her mouth away from him, rubbing his tight little hole. “I can make you come. Don’t ever underestimate me on that. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to be my love slave? Slaves don’t dominate. They’re compliant and agreeable.”
He shook his head. “Fuck it.”
“I intend to.”
His chuckle turned into a groan as she licked his balls, using one hand to stroke his cock and the other to rub his hole. Ryker clutched the sheets beneath him, tugging as he writhed. Ella chuckled to herself when he gave up, the harsh groan something between pleasure and pain. Warm jets of semen sprinkled his abdomen and drizzled on her hand. Ella pushed up from him and leaned down to lap up the little dots.
“You’re going to fucking kill me on the first night.”
She smiled. “I’m the boss.”
He laughed. “Yes. You’re the fucking boss. Shit.” He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her. “And I’m your fucking slave.”
****
Ryker woke with his head pressed against Ella’s breast. He smiled and pushed up from her, dragging his tongue along her stiff nipple. She shifted and pulled the blanket higher, nearly covering her head. He laughed and left her alone, heading to the bathroom.
He didn’t know what to think about actually getting married. Hell, he’d never wanted that in his life. Women had wanted him to commit to them over the years, and he couldn’t run away fast enough. Now he had the woman he loved more than anything permanently branded on his ring finger, and he was happy. For the first time in a very long time, Ryker found himself completely happy.
He leaned against the doorjamb, staring at his sleeping beauty’s bare ass. She’d even got him to give up any dominance over her. He pushed away from the door and crawled in their bed. Ryker moved so that he fit perfectly against her back.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. He slipped his hand along her thigh. “Wake up and love me.”
She groaned as he lifted her leg to drape over his. “I need sleep.”
“I need you.”
He reached between them and angled his cock to her pussy. He pushed in, plunging deep into her warmth. The angle made her feel tighter. Ryker pulled her to him, kissing the soft spot behind her ear that made her melt. Ella brought his to her breast.
“It’s technically not our wedding night anymore,” she said breathlessly.
“I know.” His fingers trailed down her stomach. “It’s our honeymoon.”
He thrust into her, continuing to kiss and lick her neck. She tasted so sweet. Ella reached behind her and cupped his head as his fingers found her clit.
“That’s right, Ryker. Slow and sweet is over. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He sat up and pulled her over with her ass up. He smacked it and smiled when she yelped. He drove her into the mattress with the power of his strokes, gripping her hips as he fucked her. He needed it too. Harsh breathing filled the silence as he took her. Ella’s sexy noises turned him on unlike anything else. She lay before him, clutching the headboard as he shoved her legs farther apart. She dropped her head forward, her fingers turning white as she took her pleasure, her body shaking with the release. He claimed her. Made her his.
And she was. She always had been.
“You’re mine.” He smacked her ass. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.” He pulled her away from the headboard and turned her so that she lay on her back looking up at him. “You’re mine.”
She reached for his cock and brought it to her opening. “This is yours too. Only yours. Fuck me like you want.”
He spread her thighs as wide as they’d go before shoving into her again. Ella sank back against the mattress, her hands fisting the rumpled sheets. Each of his thrusts pushed her across the bed. He watched as she clutched her breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples.
“You’re mine, Ella. Only mine.”
He watched her come again before taking his own pleasure. He fell on her, loving the softness of her body. Sweat coated their skin, and the room smelled of their musky combined fragrance. Ryker was completely content while she ran her fingers through his hair. When her stomach growled, he laughed.
“What do you want to eat?” He snuggled against her, kissing her neck. She was covered in beard burn, and he couldn’t help but like the sight.
“Country breakfast?”
“For someone that basically lives off oatmeal?” He kissed her cheek and sat up.
“I don’t live off oatmeal. I eat a muffin when I get to work too.”
“Oh, the calories!” He rolled his eyes.
“Take care of your wife.”
“Country breakfast coming right up.” Ryker grabbed his phone from the dresser. “Anything else?”
“An iced café latte? I’m pretty sure I will kiss you for that.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shift so that she could see him.
He kept his back to her as he texted the order. “Just a kiss?”
“With tongue.”
“I do like tongue.” He sat his phone down and turned. “And kisses when you offer them.”
She knelt on the bed in front of him and held her arms out. Ryker tapped his chin. Ella’s hair was messy from his fingers. Her normally perfect skin had red scratches from his stubble. She pouted slightly, waiting for him to come to her.
“What are you waiting for?” Ella asked him.
He loved her beyond explanation. His father’s voice would creep into his mind and he would contemplate why. It came down to him being comfortable around her. He didn’t have to worry about ulterior motives. She didn’t want him for his power in the club. She didn’t fuck him to please him or to get herself noticed.
He came to her and wrapped his arms around her.
Ella reached down to cup his ass. “I love your ass.”
He chuckled and Ella kissed him. “Are you happy?”
“Very.” She smiled at him. “Are you?”
He sat down on the bed next to her, lying back against the pillows. “You make me happy.”
Ella crawled toward him and snuggled up to his side. They lay like that for a while until someone knocked at the door. Ryker groaned and withdrew from her to answer it. After collecting their food and Ella’s drink, Ryker got rid of the prospect and carried their stuff back to the bedroom. He handed her the coffee before crawling in next to her.
“Just when I think I couldn’t love you more.” She sipped her coffee and closed her eyes. “This is perfect.”
He undid one of the containers and handed it to her. “Only you would pledge your undying love to someone that offers you coffee.”
“I loved you before the coffee.”
“Probably not much.” He handed her a fork. “You have an unhealthy relationship with the stuff.”
“This stuff is liquid fuel for long hours in the ER.”
“Anything weird happen lately?” He cut off a piece of the sausage on his plate and popped it in his mouth. “You haven’t updated me on the happenings in ER.”
She ate some of her eggs. “Firework burns was the common thing last week.”
“Fireworks?”
She nodded. “In weird places too.”
He chuckled. “You see a lot of naked people on a daily basis, don’t you?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “No more than you.”
“Touché.”
They ate in comfortable silence, picking at each other’s plates. He stabbed her hand playfully with his fork when she tried to steal his biscuit. She laughed and took it anyway. Ella loved him and it was the greatest feeling in the world to know that.
“Well, we have one day to ourselves.” Ryker sat their trash on the nightstand. Their official honeymoon was happening at the end of the month when she could get time off from work. He planned to take her anywhere she wanted to go. She’d chosen a cabin in the middle of nowhere which was fine with him. “I do not want to leave this bed, but I have a feeling you’ve got other plans.”
“Not true.” She pulled the blanket over her. “I could use a nap.”
“A nap?”
“You woke me up.” She settled against her pillow.
He stretched out beside her and drew circles with his finger on her arm. Ella reached for his hand and pulled him over her, leaning in to kiss him. She brushed her finger along his jawline. She needed her energy for later when he took her again. And again. Hell, his possession over her had increased with marriage. At some point in time, he was fairly sure they’d get sick of each other at least enough to spend the day apart.
Right now, though, wasn’t that time.
The End
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