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The alarm went off on my phone, so I reached over to quiet it. When I rolled over, Lacy sprang up from the bed before I could even wipe the sleep from my eyes. Glancing back over at the phone and seeing the time, I figured she must be rushed to get ready. Falcon wanted to head to the courthouse bright and early to get their license, then get hitched before we had to head to work.

Mama Hen already planned a nice party for this evening at the clubhouse. I had an appointment that afternoon but it wasn’t a long one. Maybe we could get them hitched and I could come grab a nap before heading to the shop. We’d go to the party later to celebrate the happy couple, then I could crash. I didn’t start early on Saturdays so I could sleep in a little tomorrow, too.

I must have dozed off because I jerked at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Looking over, I took in the sight of Lacy. She had a cute little sundress on and grabbed somestrappy shoes from the floor before she sat on the bed. My hands itched to grab her but she just spent all that time getting ready. The sweet smell of her body wash filled the room, and I inhaled it deeply.

Shaking my head to snap out of the stupid haze, I looked over at the clock.Shit. Ihaddozed off. Jumping from the bed, I leaned to kiss her temple before I rushed to the bathroom. I flung the shower curtain open and turned the water on. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I shouldn’t be thinking of her the way I was. I didn’t even want to grab her to fuck her. I wanted to hold her. Or have her hold me.

I scrubbed the shampoo onto my scalp hard, trying to scratch the thoughts from my mind. This wasn’t fair. Not fair that I had these feelings. It definitely wasn’t fair to her. She’s a great woman who deserves more than me and my aversion to relationships. I was only getting comfortable because she was around all the time. She was waiting for me to be the man she deserved. I couldn’t give her that. I wasn’t built like Falcon or Raven.

Today was a happy day, though. And as selfish as it was, I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. I cared for her and appreciated her. But it wasn’t right to string her along. It would be just as selfish to end it today, though, and ruin the vibe for everyone. Her best friend was getting officially married today and Falcon deserved his special day, too. Plus, all the trouble Mama Hen and the bunnies probably went through to throw a good party for them...

I had to put on a happy face for my brother. I’d deal with this later. I finished up in the bathroom, then walked out to grab my clothes and found the room empty. She probably had to check with the bride on her big day.

After finding a decent white button down and a pair of black Dickies, I laced up my boots and donned my cut. I checked the mirror in the bathroom and decided to pull my hair back. It made a short ponytail, and some in the back wouldn’t stay up, but for the most part it was neat and tidy. I cleaned up alright.

Looking down, I noticed all of Lacy’s little girly things. She wasn’t messy but she had a little bag that she kept makeup in on the counter. A few hair ties and some kind of face wash and lotions also lined the counter. She had some hair stuff but it was always tucked away under the sink. I picked up the lotion and flipped the lid, inhaling deeply. It was her fruity scent that drove me wild.

Shaking my head, I closed the lid and put it down. I had to stop. After grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet, I headed downstairs to find them.

“Hey fucker, it’s about damn time,” Falcon barked from the door.

“Where’s Daisy and Lacy?” I asked.

“Outside in the air-conditioned truck so their hair doesn’t get big or something. You look good,” he said.

“As do you, brother.” He had picked pretty much the same outfit. “Let me get my cage cranked and the air running for Lacy.” I stepped outside and walked toward the large metal building. We kept a lot of different things in the garage, but aside from a few Harleys needing work, vehicles rarely parked inside. Still, we all tried to keep our bikes and other vehicles near it.

My cage was a truck as well–a classic 1984 F-150. It had been my dad’s until I was old enough to drive then he passed it down to me. It was cherry red with black leather interior, a manual transmission with a V-8, and Flowmasters. It was loudand showy. We rarely used it for anything other than driving around since it was so obnoxious and stood out. But it was my baby. Even with the upgrades, it still took her a few minutes to get going and the air wouldn’t blow very cold until we got moving. I started it up then walked over to Falcon’s cage. It was a newer version of mine and he didn’t have any loud mufflers or anything. It was just a nice truck.

I opened the passenger door and Lacy smiled, but her face didn’t seem to light up the way it normally did. Maybe it was in my head since I’d been thinking about the right thing to do all morning. I stuck my hand out to help her down and flashed a big smile. “You ready, doll?”

She slipped her small, soft hand into mine and stepped out of Falcon’s cage. “We’ll see you in a few Daisy,” she said before she turned to walk with me.

I helped her inside and then shut the door. Whether it was me or her, there was definitely a chill in the hot, muggy air. Maybe she knew? Was I giving signals? I didn’t mean to be a dick. Quite the opposite. I needed to stop hogging her when I would never be what she deserved. Realizing maybe she was being cold because I was giving off a bad vibe, I plastered a grin on my face, pulled my cut off, climbed into the cab, and buckled in. “You ready?”

She gave a forced smile, and I cleared my throat as I backed up and pulled out to head down the long driveway. I put some classic rock music on and cranked up the air. Her foot wiggled as I drove to the courthouse. The closest one was about thirty minutes away but the drive felt like three hours.

The clubhouse was set far back in a pretty secluded area about forty-five minutes outside of Atlanta. It was down a long stretch of small-town road that eventually ran into the highway. Our tattoo shop was in town close-by and the bar and body shopwas nearby too. The only business that was really in Atlanta was Destiny’s Desires, and it wasn’t downtown. Atlanta was a big place but it was also easier to get a license for that kind of business in the county it was in. It was hard enough to get a liquor license for the bar close to the clubhouse.

The ride was nice with lots of trees and the occasional fields and pastures. I usually enjoyed it, even if I was in the cage, but you could cut the air with a knife in the cab. It also was filled with her sweet, fruity scent. She looked beautiful, like a pinup girl with big waves in her hair, one side swept back. Her makeup was always nice, but even with her rushing this morning, it seemed to be done with extra care with heavy winged eyes and plush pink lips. She was a tiny little thing, though she still had round hips and full breasts. My cock twitched in my pants so I adjusted and tried to focus on the drive.

After the longest ride ever, we pulled into the lot behind Falcon and parked in the covered deck. I donned my cut then helped her from the truck and guided her through the busy parking lot. It wasn’t far past eight in the morning and from my experience a lot of things started around nine at the courthouse.

Once we made it through security, we stood in the open atrium and Falcon said, “Wait here, we gotta get the license first.”

“You bet, brother.”

I paced as we waited. My eyes wanted to wander to Lacy but it hurt to look at her. She was perfect. I didn’t know how I’d be able to let her go. The tension was coming off of her in waves; I had to say something. I didn’t want to hurt her or for her to hate me. “You look really pretty today.”Wordsmith. That’s me.

“Thanks,” she said in a small voice. “You look very dashing.”

I let out a deep sigh and walked toward her, grabbing her hand. “Lacy–”

“Hey, did we miss it?” a female voice called out.

We both looked over and Mama Hen and Hawk were still trying to get through security.

“Nope,” I called back. They started making their way over, so I didn’t have to yell when I said, “They’re getting the license first. Then I guess we do the ceremony.”

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