Page 117 of Bullet

I threw my arms around his shoulders and clung to him. I gulped as more tears spilled onto mycheek. We hadn’t had sex for two days because I’d had my IUD removed. We’d been cautious even though there hadn’t been any restrictions on resuming normal sexual practices.

But there was nothing normal about the way Bullet fucked me. He fucked me like he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t hold me tight enough. He kissed me filthy and ravaged me completely. I could feel him everywhere.

“You didn’t hurt me. You fit me perfectly.” I grazed my fingers along his goatee. The bruises had faded, and his body had healed. Tomorrow, we’d start our forever in the little house. “Are we crazy?” Technically, I could get pregnant.

“Probably.”

I caught my reflection in the mirror. “Bullet, what have you done?” I scrambled off the bed. Mascara smudged my eyes, my hair was a mess, and a bloom of color bruised my neck. “You gave me a hickey on our wedding day?”

He smiled, tucked his shirt into his trousers, and zipped up. “I did, to go with the honeymoon baby I’m going to put in your belly.”

“You are crazy.” I tugged on my panties and quickly kissed his lips. “And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I hurried out the door and rushed back to Blade’s room.

Laughter became stunned silence.

“Bullet needed to talk,” I said as an explanation on where I’d been.

“With his dick?” Jazzy asked.

I scrunched my nose and sniggered. “It’s how he communicates best.”

“You are a fucking Heller.” Hana raised her hands to get everyone’s attention. “And we have something for you. A bridal shower, wedding gift combination.”

“It’s more of a way to say you’re one of us.” McKelle poured more shots.

“Until now, I’d say you didn’t act like it.” Jazzy handed me an envelope. “But you’ve proved me wrong.”

“The wedding makeover is just the beginning,” Levi said.

“I need another shot,” I said and tossed back the cinnamon schnapps, choked on the burn, and opened the card.

The front showed a cartoon couple. A biker with a beard gripped ape handlebars on a Harley. The bride’s legs were in the air, the bouquet in her hand above her head, and she appeared as if she could tumble off the back of the bike.

I smiled. This could be me and Bullet.

Inside, there were several note cards made to look like coupons. The first was from Levi.

“This coupon will turn a shit shot into a sharpshooter.” I smiled at Levi.

“I have a gun for you, too.”

I crossed the room and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

The second note was from Hana. I read the card aloud. “A wild girl needs wild ink.”

“A secret session,” Hana said. “Whatever you want. If you don’t want a tattoo, I’ll ink your name on Bullet.”

“You all are so sweet.” I gave her a hug.

The next card was from Jazzy. “You look like a beauty, and you’ll ride like a beast.” I lifted a questioning brow.

“I’ll teach you how to ride a motorcycle.”

Levi squirmed out of the chair and headed toward the bathroom. “Bullet will hate it, but it is good to know how to ride.”

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