Page 9 of Always and Forever

“This doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t Hawke come talk to me before leaving?”

“Maybe because he knew it’s our wedding day,” I offer, knowing that Hawke wouldn’t have done this intentionally. I know Hawke, he wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.

“Look guys, it is your wedding day. Don’t worry about Hawke, I’m sure he’d call if it was indeed club business,” Luisa says, and I don’t miss the subtle hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Quill walks around the bed to Luisa and grabs her hands in his. He kneels down in front of her. “Hawke loves you, don’t doubt that. He has a big heart, and if Josie called him because she needed his help, Hawke wouldn’t be able to turn his back on that. He’s just not built that way, neither of us are. We served together, I know him like a real brother.”

My heart warms at this side of Quill. He may be demanding, and liked to be in control, but this side of him is what I love the most. Deep down behind that bad-boy-biker exterior he cares, and I love that he is looking out for my best friend.

Luisa inhales deeply. “I know you’re right, Quill, but he almost lost me not too long ago because of his lies. Now he’s going to her? Surely there’s someone else that can help her.”

Quill shakes his head. “Not sure, Lu, but I know she’s lost everything, and that may include everyone.”

“So how is it his problem?” she asks, exasperated.

Quill stands and runs his hand through his styled hair, causing it to have that messed-up look I love so much on him. He eyes me briefly, smiles warmly, then looks back at Lu.

“It’s not his problem. I’m pissed at him too, Lu. Leaving my wedding without coming to me, something doesn’t feel right. But I’ll find out, don’t worry,” he says gently, leaning in and wiping away Luisa’s tears with his thumb.

“Thank you, Quill,” she whispers, smiling at him weakly.

“Fuck, I sound like a fucking pussy, don’t I, babe?” Quill asks me shaking his head. I giggle and get up from the bed and wrap my arms around him, unable to keep my hands to myself any longer.

His eyes watch me intently, and I respond, “I find it very sexy.” A loud growl erupts, coming from deep inside his chest, and then his lips are on mine, kissing me with everything he has. With Lu all but forgotten, I moan into his mouth, loving his taste on my tongue.

I hear Luisa in the distance say something but I can’t focus on her words—all my attention is on Quill’s hardness pressing against me, his scent filling me. I want him, and I want him now. I don’t care that there’s a tent full of people waiting on us. This man consumes me completely.

I feel his hands slide over the curve of my butt, his fingers inching the back of my dress up and exposing my black leather G-string, bought especially for him. His mouth leaves mine and trails to my earlobe, nipping and sucking on it until I squirm at how good it feels. I’m wet between my thighs, and then Quill moves his hand to my ass, sliding a finger between my asscheeks and beyond, feeling my damp folds for himself. He moans against my neck and moves down to lick the swell of my breasts. I arch my neck, giving him further access to my body, and his finger rotates around my entrance.

Quill opens his mouth to say something, but we’re interrupted by my mother yelling up from the stairs, “Jasmine, are you up there? You need to come and throw the bouquet, everyone is waiting for you.”

Quill growls and rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck! I just want to be inside my wife and I can’t fucking get two minutes of you to myself.”

I sigh and lift my hands to cup his face, kissing him briefly. “Tonight you can show me just how much you want your wife to yourself.”

Quill smashes his lips to mine, and I run my hands through his hair. My dress falls back to the floor, and I pull away and step back out of Quill’s hold. Quill adjusts himself, and I look down at his visible erection. “I’ll look after that tonight,” I say on a wink, smirking at my frustrated husband.

Quill’s lips raise in a smile and he replies, “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me. Let’s go downstairs so you can throw your fucking bouquet, and then we can get the fuck out of here.”

I put my hand out to him and he takes it. I lead him out of the room and we walk down the stairs. My mom is waiting with my bouquet, a sly smirk on her lips.

“Finally,” she says, holding my flowers out to me.

“Thanks, Mom,” I say, taking them in my hands.

I walk out to the marquee where all the single ladies have gathered in preparation to catch the bouquet. I spot Luisa at the front with Tess and Hailey beside her. I laugh when I see Blaze pulling Tess out of the group, telling her she better get her ass out of there because there’s no way in hell she’s a single lady. She struggles, saying she’s not technically married, but Blaze simply picks her up and carries her away from the group over his shoulder. Quill pulls me to him by my waist, kissing my cheek, and whispers in my ear, “I’m just gonna have a talk to my boys, then I’m coming back to take you away from here. I can’t wait any longer to have you to myself and under me.”

Fuck, he does it every single time.I look at him and nod, trying to remain calm when inside I’m a molten hot mess. “Sure.”

“I love you, baby.” The words are said with such sincerity, and make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“I love you more,” I whisper back, looking up at my handsome man.

Quill shakes his head. “Not possible.”

After kissing me on my forehead he walks away, heading toward his boys. I look at the women surrounding me. “Are you ready?” I ask. They smile and nod their heads. I turn around with my back to them and shout, “One!” I raise the bouquet over my head. “Two! Three!” I throw the bouquet over my shoulder and immediately turn around, just in time to see Hailey catch it. She jumps up and down, squealing in delight. I walk up to her and kiss her cheek, congratulating her.

“Now I just need a man to marry,” she says sighing dramatically, and we laugh together.

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