Chapter Five
HOW WAS SARAH going to survive this day? First Bones acted like it was the most natural thing in the world to carry her son down the aisle. Then her daughter took her first steps—toward the man who put pictures of her family above his own brother’s first wedding dance. Sarah had so many emotions zooming around inside her, she felt a little dizzy. She stole a glance at Bones, carrying Lila and telling her little girl how smart and strong she was and asking her what she was going to surprise them with next. She’d never met a man like him before. He made her want to shake him silly to wake him from his misguided affections and ask what the heck he was doing wasting his time with her. She was only going to get bigger, and in a few months she’d have another mouth to feed. One that would keep her up at night and would definitely leave behind even more stretch marks and probably ten extra pounds.
“Sarah!” Gemma called out, rushing toward them with Dixie at her heels. “I saw Lila walk! I came out to see where you guys were and holy cow! She walked! You must be so excited!”
“A little too excited,” she said honestly.
Bones slid her a smoldering look. Either that or her hormones were playing tricks on her again.
“There’s no such thing as too excited,” he said in a seductive voice that made Gemma’s eyes goes wide.
Nope. No hormonal tricks.
Dixie chuckled. “Geez, Bones. Is a baby walking some kind of aphrodisiac?”
“No, but look at that smile.” Bones winked at Sarah. “That’s one hell of a turn-on.”
“Ohmygosh,” Sarah said softly, shifting her eyes to the ground.
Bradley tugged at Sarah’s dress. “I’m thirsty.”
“Why don’t I take him in for some lemonade so you can visit with the girls,” Bones offered.
“You don’t have to do that.” Sarah went for Bradley’s hand, but he was already reaching for Bones. “At least give me Lila.”
As Bones transferred Lila to her arms, he said, “Careful. She’s wiggling like crazy. I think she’s anxious to get her feet on the ground again.” He touched the tip of Lila’s nose and said, “Right, peanut?”
“Sounds like you’ve got baby fever,” Gemma said.
“What’s not to get excited about?” Bones cocked a brow. “Remember how we all went crazy when Lincoln started walking?”
“Uh-huh.” Dixie rolled her eyes. Then she leaned closer to Gemma and lowered her voice as she said, “I didn’t see him get let’s-do-the-dirty with you.”
Bones glowered at her. “Come on, B-boy, let’s go hit the soda bar.”
As he walked away, Dixie crossed her arms and set narrow eyes on Sarah. “Do not tell me it’s not like that between you two. Did you see him? I know what’s normal for my brother, and Bones is acting like he got shot in the ass by Cupid’s arrow. Bear is the emotional, tap-babies-on-the-nose guy whose heart gets all wrapped up before he has a chance to think. Bullet barrels into situations following his gut instincts. But Bones has always been the guy who stands back, meticulously analyzing situations before making decisions, much less a move toward anything—unless someone’s in imminent danger. Then he goes on instinct, and he’ll obliterate everything in his path. He’s as deadly as Bullet, but with lethal precision, striking as fast and viciously as a rattlesnake. But his careful nature, his need to analyze and understand every aspect of anything he touches, is what makes him such an expert in his field. He doesn’t make mistakes or give off vibes that aren’t exactly what he wants to portray.”
Before she could ponder that nerve-racking assessment for too long, Dixie said, “The only thing he’s ever jumped into with two feet was medical school…and you. So, babe, if it’s not like that between you two, you better buckle up, because it’s gonna be.”
Red came outside and began ushering everyone into the tent. “Girls! Come on, you don’t want to miss everything.” She patted Lila’s back and said, “I hear our little girl took her first steps and I missed it.”
Our little girl. Warmed by Red’s love for her daughter, she said, “I think Hawk took lots of pictures.”
“Yes, but you know it’s not the same as being right there when they get that shocked look in their eyes, like they can’t believe they’re walking,” Red said as Dixie and Gemma took their seats. “And then the whole adorable wobbly thing they do…” She sighed and said, “I love that. Wayne—Bones—nearly drove me crazy as a baby. I thought he’d never take a single step.”
Wayne. She’d seen his real name on his lab coat at the hospital, and it didn’t take much imagination to figure out how he got his biker name.
“Why?” Sarah’s gaze found the man who had nearly driven his mother crazy. He was sitting at a table talking to Bullet, looking incredibly handsome with his new appendage—Bradley—sitting proudly on his lap. Bradley’s little arm circled Bones’s neck, and his cheek rested on Bones’s shoulder.
Red stepped closer and said, “Because while Brandon—Bullet—was aging me with recklessness, toddling all over creation, climbing the stairs like a little monkey, bulldozing into things, falling down the stairs on purpose, Wayne was watching, learning, biding his time until he had it all figured out.”
Sarah couldn’t stifle her giggle fast enough. “I can see him doing that.”
“It’s a wonder I have any red hair left at all. Thank goodness for Chicki and her mad dying skills.” Red patted her hair. “Brandon was a little stinker. He would climb two or three stairs, then grin at me and let go of the railing, laughing as he tumbled down. It was no wonder Wayne waited until there was something worth chasing after.”
“You’d think a big brother would be enough of a draw.” She tried to picture Bones as a little boy. Was he everything Dixie said? Lethal when protecting others and careful? How could the two possibly go together?
“Lord knows it was for Bobby—Bear—and Dixie. But not my Wayne. He was in no hurry to fall down the stairs. It wasn’t until Biggs brought a wounded kitten home that Wayne made a move. Biggs was sitting on the couch tending to its cuts, and the poor little thing was mewling. My heart nearly broke at its cries. It went on and on, like it needed us to listen to every single complaint.”
Red gazed at Bones and said, “I’ll never forget the feeling in my chest when Wayne heard the cries from the playroom. He looked at me with such compassion in his little brown eyes. Then he pushed to his feet, using a plastic castle for leverage, and he marched right out to the living room. He fell once,” she said with a smile. “But he stood right back up and toddled over to the couch like a pro. He spent every minute he could with that kitten even after it was healed up. You should ask him about it sometime.”
“So Dixie was right? He really does analyze things before he makes a move?”
“Overanalyze, sweetheart.” Red looped her arm through Sarah’s. “Come on. Let’s find your seat. My bet is that it’s next to Wayne. And if it wasn’t, I’m sure he switched the place cards so it is now.”
Why wasn’t anyone warning Bones against this attraction? How could they overlook a walking red flag?
Do I want them to?
“Mommy!” Bradley called out as they approached.
Bones’s gaze darted to her, sending heat straight to her core as she followed Red to the table, feeling dizzy again. No, not dizzy exactly. Her stomach was all fluttery, and her skin felt cold and hot at the same time. No doubt because Bones looked like he wanted to devour her and everyone in the tent seemed to know it. She glanced up at the sparkling lights and the white and pink streamers strewn across the ceiling, wishing life came with a guidebook.
Red was right: Her place card was next to Bones’s, and Bones had even moved a high chair to the other side of her seat. She settled Lila into the high chair and moved Bradley to the seat between her and Bones, needing the buffer. Just because everyone else seemed comfortable with this situation didn’t mean she was a jump-in-with-two-feet type of gal. She was barely a dip-her-toes-in-and-test-the-waters person. But at twenty-six, she was still a young woman, and she couldn’t continue to ignore the truth or keep trying to write off the sizzling heat between them as pregnancy hormones. Bones awakened her body in a way that no other man ever had, and Bullet’s dirty-doctor comment had created a whirlwind of curiosity she could no longer ignore.
Ugly thoughts snuck in. Thoughts that were so deeply ingrained, she wasn’t sure she could ever escape them, though she so desperately wanted to. Sex had always equated to survival for Sarah, with a brief exception when she’d thought she was on the path to love. She gritted her teeth against the sting of painful memories, fighting to bury them down deep for the millionth time.
“Hey, beautiful,” Bones said softly.
Her eyes clashed with his. He sat with one arm across the back of Bradley’s chair, watching her in her moment of turmoil. She may not believe in happily ever afters and she definitely had trouble trusting, but she longed to be closer to him, to experience this loyal, thoughtful man on a more personal level. Emotionally and physically. Swallowing hard, feeling happy and sad, nervous and calm, petrified and curious. It was so overwhelming, she was sure everyone could sense it. But it was Bones who pushed his hand farther across the back of Bradley’s chair until his fingertips brushed her arm, concern written in those dark eyes.
“You okay, darlin’? Want to go for a walk?”
A walk? No, she definitely wouldn’t survive this night with Dr. Whiskey looking at her like he could heal all her wounds. She needed space to clear her head.
“No, thank you,” she finally managed. “I’m just going up to the house to change Lila.”
He pushed to his feet. “I’ll walk you up.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I’m fine, really. I just need…” Grasping for an excuse, she decided to go with honesty, because at the moment she was just that pathetic. “To breathe, and you sort of make that impossible.”
A slow grin spread across his lips.
“Ohmygosh,” came out before she could stop it. “Could you please look the other way?”
“Not a chance, darlin’.”
His arrogance came out smooth as velvet. Ugh. She pushed to her feet, needing to escape before he worked his magic on her. “Come on, Bradley. Let’s go potty before dinner.”
“I don’t have to go,” Bradley whined.
“I’ll watch him,” Bones offered, that panty-melting grin still in place.
Great. Another ovary-exploding dose of goodness. Just what I need.
THE FESTIVE AFTERNOON drifted into evening on a celebratory cloud of too much food and a hefty amount of cheer. Bones stood by the bar with his father and brothers. Bullet’s eyes were riveted to his bride, cutting loose on the dance floor to “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” with Dixie, Penny, Isabel, and about a dozen other women. Bones found Sarah sitting beside Gemma, each with a baby on their lap. Truman sat on the floor beside Gemma’s chair with Kennedy and Bradley on his lap. Bradley and Kennedy had played together all afternoon and now shared matching glassy-eyed looks of exhaustion. Hawk moved stealthily around the tent, capturing treasured moments. Sarah looked happy and untroubled, which was an amazing combination on such a beautiful woman, and he hoped Hawk had caught the look on film.
“Man, Cassie sure killed it with the catering.” Bullet passed a shot to each of his brothers. “Here you go, old man,” he said as he handed a shot to Biggs.
“I couldn’t eat another bite,” their father said, curling his fingers around his cane as he accepted the glass. The stroke had left him with slow speech, the left side of his mouth permanently weighed down, and worst of all, it had stolen the lifelong biker’s ability to ride a motorcycle. But that didn’t stop him from heading up the Dark Knights, as his father had done before him, or from wearing the club patches with pride. And it sure as hell didn’t make him any less of a man.
Bones was proud of his father. He’d taught them how to fight, ride, and protect. Beneath that thick, unkempt gray beard and inked skin marred with deep grooves earned from miles ridden under the heat of the sun lay the spirit of a warrior. Biggs Whiskey would probably go out of this world the way he brought up his children—fighting for the lives of others.
“Did you get a look at the dessert table?” Bear asked. “I might have to steal some of those chocolate-covered strawberries for later.” He waggled his brows, his gaze moving to Crystal, who was still dancing her pretty little heart out.
Bear had fallen hard for Crystal from practically the moment they’d met, but it had taken him more than eight months to finally get her to go out with him. Bones looked at Sarah, the woman who was unraveling his every thought. He had always considered himself a patient man, but Sarah was proving him wrong. Because, damn, he’d taken Bear’s comment about the chocolate-covered strawberries and shredded it down, imagining Sarah lying naked in his bed, her long, golden hair strewn across his pillow as he licked chocolate from her beautiful breasts and rounded belly and then devoured the very heart of her until she cried out his name so many times she’d never forget it. And there was no way in hell he’d wait eight months for that to happen.
“Dude.” Bullet nudged Bones, jerking him from his fantasy. “Where the hell did you go?”
“Someplace magnificent until you fucked it up.” He gazed down at the drink in his hand. “What are we toasting?”
“Christ, Bones. You really did zone out,” Biggs said. “We’re toasting my boys, but first, if we don’t say a toast to your mama and the women in your lives we’ll be accused of drinking just for the hell of it. So here’s to strong, loyal women. May they always want our ugly asses.”
“Here, here,” they said in unison as they clinked glasses, then downed their drinks.
The bartender was already passing out the next round.
Biggs stroked his beard, eyeing the three of them. He lifted his glass, his mustache twitching as one side of his lips lifted. “Two men down, one to go, motherfuckers. We done good.”
They all laughed and drank their shots, but as quickly as that laughter hit, Bones’s mind traveled back to the night he’d had dinner at Sarah’s, to her brother’s comment about their home life. The liquor in his stomach soured, and he set down his glass.
His father’s hand clapped onto Bones’s shoulder, and he said, “That little darlin’s got hurt in her eyes. Tread carefully, son.”
“I appreciate your advice, Pop. I’ve treaded carefully my whole life, and it’s always served me well.” Bones inhaled deeply. Sarah had done an excellent job of surrounding herself with other people and engaging them in conversation every time he approached. He was done waiting. If she couldn’t breathe when he was around, he’d just have to be her oxygen. “Everything you’ve ever taught me has led to this moment. Now is not the time to tread carefully.”
Biggs nodded, his eyes narrow. “Well, hell, boy. Then what’re you standing here for?”
His father gave him a shove toward Sarah, but Bones had other plans. He’d heard enough of this girly music. It was time to turn up the heat—and the charm. He headed straight for the band and then he went to get his woman.
Gemma motioned in his direction, and Sarah lifted her face, looking adorably nervous and treacherously sexy.
“Ladies,” he said, never taking his eyes off Sarah. Right on cue, the band began playing the tune he’d requested. He reached for Sarah’s hand. “Dance with me, darlin’.”
Her eyes darted nervously to Gemma, then to Lila, and then to Bradley, now sitting beside Truman. Bones was vaguely aware of Truman and Gemma watching them. He had a feeling nearly everyone in the tent was holding their breath to see if she’d accept.
“I can’t,” she said softly, holding Lila a little tighter. “I’ve got the kids.”
“I’ll watch them,” Truman and Gemma said at the same time.
Sarah’s cheeks flushed. “No. I can—”
Gemma reached for Lila, and Truman pulled Bradley onto his lap, leaving her no babies to hide behind.
Bones gently lifted her to her feet. “Come on, darlin’. This song is for you.”
He led her to the dance floor. Sarah looked over her shoulder, watching her children as Bones swept her into his arms. Her pregnant belly brushed against him as he guided her arms around his neck. She glanced at the kids again.
“They’re okay. I promise,” he said as the band began singing about remembering the first time he’d seen her.
“I know. I just…”
“Focus on me, Sarah, nothing else. I’d never put your kids in danger. Just give yourself this moment.” He saw unease in her eyes and said, “Give us this moment.”
Her gaze surfed the room, and he realized it wasn’t just her children she was worried about. He slid his arm around her waist, holding her tight, and headed out of the tent and into the yard.
She hurried to keep up with him. “Where are you going? I can’t leave!”
“We’re not leaving.” Out of eyeshot from everyone else, he drew her close again, guided her arms around his neck for a second time, and said, “I want to dance with you, and if you’re worried about what everyone else will think, then I’ll dance out here with you.”
“Why, Bones? Dancing with me is awkward.” She glanced down at her belly between them.
He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Dancing with you is beautiful. You’re beautiful, Sarah.”
Her face crumpled into a mask of disbelief, and she shook her head, but she was swaying gracefully, moving with him, not trying to get away despite what he saw in her expression.
“Don’t do that,” he said firmly. “Don’t dismiss my words like they don’t matter.”
“I just…” She looked away for a moment. Then her eyes found his again, a little bit softer this time. “Do you have a pregnancy fetish or something?”
He chuckled. “Not that I’m aware of, and I’m a pretty observant guy.”
“So I’ve noticed,” she said with a small smile. “It feels weird to be out here, away from my kids, dancing.”
“Dancing, or dancing with me?” He wanted to know all her thoughts, even if they weren’t what he wanted to hear.
“Dancing at all, but dancing with you feels funny, too. Nice,” she clarified with a spark of heat in her eyes. “But that’s scary and crazy. Why me, when there’s a tent full of gorgeous women right there?”
“Listen to the lyrics. It’s a song by Maggie Rose called ‘It’s You,’ and I swear, darlin’, the words were written with us in mind.” He watched her taking in the lyrics. They were so true. He’d never seen her coming, and he never wanted to see her leave.
“Bones…?” she said full of wonder.
“From the moment I first saw you, I had to see you again, and in the months since, that desire has intensified. I think about you and your children all the time.” He looked down at her belly, and then he gazed into her eyes and said, “And that little miracle, too.”
The breath rushed from her lungs. “You’re doing it again. I can’t breathe when you look at me like that.”
“Then why fight it? You’ve spent two months getting to know me. You know I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I can’t know that,” she said vehemently. “Good people do bad things. You said so yourself.”
His heart ached for what she must have been through to cause so much distrust. “That’s true. But after thirty-plus years I can honestly say I’ve never done a single bad thing toward a woman. It’s not in my makeup. I’ve done things I shouldn’t have, like most people, but hurting you will never be one of those things. If you let me into your world, into your life, I promise you that I’ll put my own life on the line before I let anyone hurt you or your children.”
She choked out a breath.
“Let me prove it to you, Sarah. Let me take you on a real date. Get to know me better and decide for yourself.”
“I can’t go on a date. The kids—”
“I have a whole family who will gladly watch them. Scott said he would, too.”
Her jaw dropped open. “You asked Scott?”
“He’s your brother. In my world that means he looks out for you and deserves a heads-up.” He spread his hand over her upper back, his fingers brushing the ends of her hair, and felt her heart beating rapidly.
The song ended, but they continued dancing. When the next song started he said, “Everyone is in our corner, darlin’. One date. One night to see if whatever this is between us is as real for you as it is for me.”
“How do you know it’s anything for me?”
Did she really think she hid her emotions that well? “You said you can’t breathe when I look at you.”
“Ohmygosh,” she whispered. “I’m the lamest woman on earth.”
“What does that make me? Because each and every time you look at me, I feel like I’m finally breathing for the very first time. And when you look at your children? Dear God, woman. That smile and the love in your eyes…? It makes all the bad in the world seem not quite so harsh. Go out with me, Sarah. Trust me enough for one date.”
Her brows knitted. “Are you…? Dixie said you could be lethal.”
“Dixie looks up to all her big brothers, but I promise she didn’t mean it the way you’re thinking. We were brought up to protect our own and those who are close to us. I’d take a bullet for anyone in that tent. I’d take a bullet for you.”
“That’s terrifying.” Her hands slipped to his shoulders, holding on tighter, as if she didn’t like the idea of something happening to him.
Cancer was terrifying. The thought of her leaving home at sixteen and her sister at thirteen was terrifying. Caring for a family without health insurance was terrifying. But he didn’t say any of that to her. She had enough worries on her plate, and he felt her walls coming down. “No, darlin’. The thought of you turning me down for this date is terrifying. Having someone watching out for you is reassuring.”
“You have all the answers. So tell me this. What did Bullet mean when he called you the dirty doctor? Because I’m not a biker groupie. I don’t want to be tied up or spanked or to wear a leather collar.”
“Is that what you think Dixie and Gemma are like? Or Crystal? Finlay?”
“No! I just meant…What did Bullet mean? I don’t know what you’re into. Obviously you have some weird sexual hang-ups, because you like me.”
He clenched his jaw. “You need to stop doing that, please.”
“What?”
“Putting yourself down. You’re a gorgeous, intelligent, strong woman who puts her children ahead of herself, works hard, and still makes time to do things for others.”
“Fine, but just because you think I’m pretty or smart doesn’t mean I have to see myself that way. But I’ll take strong,” she said lightly. “And a mother is supposed to put her children first. Now, if you want to go out with me, then stop dancing around the answer and fess up, dirty doctor.”
“I like your sass,” he confessed. “My brothers have always been very open about their sexual conquests. For as long as I can remember, they’d joke about it. Until they fell in love and finally had a reason to stop. They wanted to protect their significant other’s privacy. I’ve been private since day one. If I take a woman to bed, that’s between me and her, not an act for someone else to get off on. I’ve never questioned them, but I assume they call me the dirty doctor because they have no idea what I’m into, and since I like leather and appreciate a woman in lace, maybe they think I’m into kink.” He pulled her closer and said, “I’m a private guy, but don’t worry, darlin’. If you want dirty, I can be as naughty as you like.”
“No, I didn’t mean…I like naughty, but…” She turned bright pink and huffed out a sigh. “Never mind. I can’t believe I said that. I told you I was lame.”
She tried to pull away, and he slid his hand down her bottom, angling their bodies so her side was pressed against him, bringing her ear close enough for him to whisper, “You’re anything but lame.” He pressed a kiss just below her earlobe, feeling her shiver in his arms. “How about that date?” He turned her face toward his, desperate to take his first taste of her. Her lips were so close, so tempting. If he leaned in… “Say yes, Sarah. Give something good a chance.”
“I have baggage.”
He wondered how she’d ever gotten pregnant with how hard she fought getting close. Disturbing ideas came to mind. He pushed them away to dissect later and said, “I have a knack for unpacking.”
“I’m not kidding,” she said with pleading eyes. “You’ve only seen my children, and they’re my best features. I have real baggage that you can’t see.”
“I see you, Sarah, and your beautiful children. Whatever it took for you to be right here, right now, whatever made this moment possible didn’t ruin you.”
She looked away and said, “You have no idea.”
“Then let me in. What’s the worst that can happen?” Bones had known killers and drug dealers and women who had been raped and beaten. There was nothing he couldn’t handle or help with.
“I could lose you as a friend.” She gazed at the tent and said, “My children could lose you. We could lose all our friends, and this is the first place I’ve ever had any friends who were good people not because they wanted or needed something but because they just were. I’m afraid to lose that.”
Her confession slayed him. “We’re not going to let that happen, darlin’. How about we take things one step at a time? Say yes, Sarah. Let me show you how a lady should be treated.”
She was quiet for a long moment. The band faded to white noise, leaving Bones to listen to the sound of his own thundering heart.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she said tentatively, “but okay. One date, but I can’t ride your motorcycle.”
He chuckled, then feigned irritation. “Damn. What about skydiving?”
“Oh, sure. Why not?” She laughed sweetly. “We should go back in. I’m worried about leaving the kids for too long.”
They talked through their schedules and settled on Thursday night for their date so Scott could watch the kids and put them to bed. He knew Sarah was still nervous, but as they headed inside, he draped an arm over her shoulder and said, “You know, some people around here might think I’m a catch.”
“Ya think?” she said sarcastically.
“They’d be wrong, darlin’. In this equation, you’re the catch.”
“That’s a pretty smooth line, but don’t get too cozy. It’s one date, and you’ll probably end up regretting it.”
“Like hell I will,” he said more harshly than he meant to. If he did nothing else, he was going to break her of that self-deprecating habit. “We’ve got a date, which makes you my girl, and—”
“I had no idea you were so possessive,” she said. “Maybe I need to rethink this date.”
“No rethinking, and nobody talks smack about my girl. Including you.”
She winced. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I’m just nervous, and—”
As they neared the entrance to the tent, he drew her into his arms, catching her by surprise. In a split second that surprise turned to heat. He lowered his lips toward hers to quiet her worrying mind and satiate his thrumming desires.
“There you are!”
Dixie’s voice startled Sarah, and she stumbled backward with a gasp before he had a chance to kiss her. Bones kept one arm around Sarah, glaring at his sister. “Great timing, Dix.”
“Shit. Sorry. Wait. I thought…?” She looked at Sarah.
Sarah bit her lower lip and shrugged one shoulder.
“Hallefuckinglujah! About damn time.” Dixie hiked a thumb over her shoulder, mischief flickering in her eyes. “I’ll go back in and leave you alone.”
“No!” Sarah said way too fast.
Bones arched a brow, but embarrassment was written all over her face. Well, hell. It looked like he’d have to tread even more carefully after all.
“Good, because you have got to see this.” Dixie grabbed Sarah’s wrist and hauled her into the tent. Sarah looked over her shoulder at Bones and mouthed, Sorry!
He thought he’d take them on a wild ride, but he had it all wrong. Sarah definitely held his reins in her hands.
He walked into the tent, mesmerized by her sappy expression as she looked at the dance floor. He followed her gaze, his insides melting at the sight of Biggs dancing with Lila in one arm, his cane in the other. The little angel had her fist buried in his beard, her head on his shoulder. By his side, Bradley and Kennedy danced with their arms around each other. Hawk stood discreetly off to the side, catching it all.
“Does she know?”
Bones turned at the sound of Bullet’s voice. He hadn’t even heard him approach. “Know what?”
“That you paid Hawk to take pictures of her and the kids all night.”
Bones smiled to himself. “No, but we’re going out Thursday night.”
“The dirty doctor strikes again.”
Bones put a hand on Bullet’s shoulder and said, “About that. How about you calm that shit down around her, okay?”
Bullet chuckled.
“I’d hate to kick the living hell out of you before you have a chance to consummate your marriage.”
Bullet looked across the dance floor at Finlay. Her hair was tousled, her lipstick worn off, and she had a sated expression on her flushed face. “Too late.”
“What? Where? How?” Bones couldn’t imagine sweet, proper Finlay sneaking off to have sex at her own wedding. Then again, it was obvious that her love for Bullet knew no limits.
“Dude, real men don’t say shit.” Bullet took a pull on his beer and lowered his voice to just above a whisper. “Fins told me if I told a soul that was all the action I’d get for a very long time.”
“Never thought I’d see you pussy whipped.”
“Never thought I’d like it so much.” Bullet nudged him toward the bar. “Let’s go celebrate. Sounds like we both got lucky tonight.”