Page 98 of Asher

Which had me cursing the fucker, and the brothers who were riding with me laughing their asses off.

I had just caught sight of Pagan finishing his sandwich, and when he opened his mouth, and I saw that food there, yeah, that did it.

Chloe

And yes, my man gave me my whole wedding.

Everything I could have ever dreamed of and more.

Then the moment happened.

The two prospects the club had voted on opened the white fabric and revealed me on my father’s arm.

That was when I saw him.

I saw my forever.

The man I’ve wanted the entire time I’ve been on this earth.

And I couldn’t wait to live the rest of my life forever with him.

My father looked down at me, and I looked up at him, then he lowered his head and whispered, “He might be a bad son of a bitch. But if he’s any man at all, he’s going to shed a tear or two when you walk toward him. He doesn’t, I’ll kick his ass.”

I snickered, then whispered back, I’d have all my money on you.”

Then, as the wedding march started, we headed up the aisle.

And my father was right. I smiled as I watched my big badass president of a one percent motorcycle club bring his hand up and wipe away a tear... or two from his eyes.

“Damn, I can’t kick his ass.”

I smiled, and then I winked at Asher.

My love. My life.

Once Powers announced, I now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Asher Samuel Hendrix’s, my husband wrapped an arm around my waist and dipped me backward, I wrapped my hand around his bicep and pressed my lips to his.

It was perfect. Utterly perfect.

His tongue tangled with mine in a heated passion.

When he pulled his lips away, I winked, and then I said, “So, I hope you're ready for dirty diapers.”

He froze in helping me back up.

And I hoped, like all get out, that the photographer Asher had hired.

Then I watched as my husband smiled, huge.

However, somehow, in the blink of an eye, I was up in his arms.

My arms went around his shoulders, my face pressed into his neck, and when he shouted, “My wife is making me a dad again. Fuck yes.”

Everyone gasped, then clapped, and I giggled.

There, in the middle of the back courtyard, as our song played over the speakers, I sang to my husband,“I will work for you 'til my hands are tired and bleedin'. I know what it is from us I'm needin’; I will work for you.”

Then, I watched a tear fall from the corner of his eye. I grinned, reached my hand up, and wiped the tear away, and then I licked it off my thumb.

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