Page 23 of Two Weddings and a Shoot Out

Noah sat there with tears rolling down his face until she reached up with a handkerchief and wiped them. He sniffed and sat there staring at her.

“Did she call you Noah or Locks?” Hope asked.

Locks chuckled. “She called me my full name only when she was trying to get my attention or was angry. She called me both. Sometimes I was Noah, especially if it was something with clients for the company, and other times she called me Locks. You can call me whatever you prefer.”

“I like Locks. Locks was the biker who rescued me on Christmas Eve. Are you ready to not be a nitwit?” Hope asked.

Locks grinned, then chuckled. “I am, but I’m not sure I can read this second letter.”

Hope took the folded sheet of paper from Locks and opened it. Then she smiled and giggled.

“What?” Locks asked. Hope turned the paper toward Locks so he could see it.

I hope you and this nitwit have many years together. Now get to living. You’re not getting any younger.

Love, Kathryn

Locks slid his arm around Hope, kissing her cheek.

“So, I guess the question is what else are your demands for you to have many years together with this nitwit?”

Hope leaned up and brushed her lips against Locks. “I think I’ll reserve the right to add more as we grow old together, but I think I need you to take me somewhere and have your way with me. I need to be reminded how much you love me and how much I love you in a very, very physical way.”

Locks claimed her mouth, then tugged her up off the bench. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the vehicle.

“Far be it for me to not follow my woman’s wishes. Let’s get to living.”

Locks held Hope’s hand and walked her down the hall. In an effort to have a fresh start, Locks had moved his stuff into a different suite. It was the largest of the lockdown ones. He’d moved his clothes and his toiletries.

He opened the door, and she paused, looking around the room.

“Why?” she asked.

“This is a new start with us building our life together. If you want to keep the same master suite I had, then I want you to get to redo everything. If you want this one to become our master suite, then I’ll have the wall right here knocked out to expand this and give us a fireplace and sitting room. You can think about that later because I want to show you how much you mean to me.And then I want to show everyone tomorrow when you ride on the back of my bike in the Poker Run.”

He slid his hand up to cup her face, then slid it into her hair, tugging to tilt her head back. He’d learned everything about what she liked since they’d started their time together, and his woman enjoyed a little bit of roughness sometimes. And he was going to make sure she had everything she wanted, especially after the hurt he’d caused her. She toed off her shoes and then shivered at his touch.

He nibbled on her ear before claiming her lips. Each touch, each taste made him realize he was right where he was supposed to be.

He unbuttoned and slid her blouse off while she was unbuckling his belt. There was comfort in this dance they’d perfected, but she deserved more. He pulled his lips away and stared into her eyes.

“New start, right?” he asked.

Hope’s forehead scrunched in confusion. She was fucking adorable, and he loved it.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He slid his hands down to her waist and lifted her up. She grabbed his neck with a sweet squeak.

“What are you doing? Are you going to hurt your back before the ride tomorrow?” she asked.

He chuckled, carrying her toward their bed. “If I do, it will be for a good cause, but I don’t plan on it. Now, I am going to lay you down, strip off your jeans and panties, and feast.”

Hope stared at him, and he laughed again. He’d broken their routine. Sure, he loved licking his woman’s pussy, but Hope also liked them to get down to business and had no problem coming from just him inside her.

But tonight was about a fresh start, so no routine. Each touch and each taste would be new.

“Umm, why the change? Do you not like what we do?” she asked.

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