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“Sounds good to me.”

I groan happily.

They’ll protect me from the rest of the world, but it might be this part of being in love with a bunch of dangerous bikers that ends up killing me. But what a way to go.

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WILLOW

Grace is completelyunable to stand still. I give her a nudge. “Babe, you're making me nervous here.”

She looks at me like I'm an idiot. “Lo, I've never been the maid of honor in a biker wedding before. I don't know what to do!”

“And I've never been claimed as a biker's old lady, never mind three, but you don't see me dancing all over the place like a five-year-old that's got to pee.” I check myself in the mirror one more time.

I know more of what biker chicks typically wear now that I've been part of the club for a couple of months, but I still chose my own thing. A wedding dress didn't feel right at all, but the bikers wear their identity with them wherever they go, so I tried to find something that'd do the same for me.

In my case, as a writer, that means silky with a book theme. The top is corseted, but high enough that it exposes my midriff, looking like it's made from scrolls of cream-colored book paper. The black belt is plain leather, but then the skirt flares out around my legs, with more of the paper motif. It's like I'mgetting hitched in a tornado of book pages. My earrings and belly button ring have little books on them, and the hair pin that keeps my updo in place looks like a fountain pen. And instead of heels, I have high heeled leather boots that are plain black with pretty silver ringlets with cream colored laces to match the outfit.

Kitschy? Yeah, sure, but I was raised by a couple of off-grid hippies after all. If I don't do something that's at least a little bit my own thing, what am I even doing?

I check myself in the mirror one more time. Is it a little bit much? Are they going to laugh? It took a lot of work to put together everything I needed.

“You look awesome,” Grace reassures me. “If anyone comes with a rude comment, they're going to have to fight me.”

I try to imagine Grace up against someone like Jackal or Crank, and I try very hard not to laugh, since she's being supportive.

Paige and Jess peek into the side room where I'm waiting to enter the church, both of them done up in cute skirts, tops and leather jackets.

“You look amazing,” Jess says excitedly. “I love it. I predict that your boys' jaws will hit the floor and then they're going to stand there impatiently while we go through the ceremony, and then we won't see you anymore tonight, as they've whisked you back to the house and are railing you for all they're worth.” She grins wide.

Paige nods. “Jess is right. You're definitely getting railed tonight.”

I glance over at Grace, who's trying to act like she’s not horrified by the frank talk. She knows I'm hitching myself to some bikers,but the outright crudeness around here is something she hasn't gotten used to yet even though I know full well what kinds of books she reads. Maybe if I just have her and Terry over often enough, they'll adjust. They might not even drive home when the shooting starts up here anymore. Probably not, but I guess that's okay.

Paige peeks out the door then back at me. “Alright, you're on. Your men are out there, and they're looking goooood.” She shakes her hand like it's hot.

That makes me even a little more self-conscious. But, no backing out now.

When I emerge from the hall leading to the old sacristy and Hellfire's office, I find them standing by the altar, together with Hellfire himself. Paige was right. Damn, they look good.

Dragon stands tall, his long hair neatly tied back. In biker fashion, in his leathers and jeans, but they're fresh and his leather jacket is newly oiled, gleaming inky black. Under, he wears a black T-shirt but it's got a silver dragon design on the front, vaguely reminiscent of the tattoo underneath. His leather boots are freshly polished and he's let a little bit of a beard grow in that's newly trimmed short. It looks great on him.

Next, Blackout has almost tamed his reddish-brown waves into something neat, but it's not being very cooperative. Just wild enough to make me want to dig my fingers into it and pull him in for a kiss, like I always do. His piercings gleam in the spotlight coming from above. He chose to go with his cut today rather than a full jacket, exposing his powerful arms, and all the gorgeous ink that covers them. I'm already dreaming of them around me for the consummation afterwards.

Because regardless of what Paige and Jess said about me looking good enough to rail, my boys are looking so good that I'm dragging them down to the house afterwards to rail me, no matter what they think. Not that I imagine many protests.

Skyhigh's beard is fuller than Dragon's, and wilder, but he's tamed it just a little bit, and his hair is newly cut short. His leather jacket is oiled and shining, and open, showing how the white shirt underneath stretches tight over his broad chest. Polished up, his boots gleam. One ride and they'll all be as dusty as usual, but I love how all three made the effort to look nice for me.

Jess was right, but that Dragon's jaw would be the first to hit the floor, I never would've believed. He looks at me like I just descended from the heavens, wings and halo and all, then nudges Blackout with his elbow. He and Skyhigh turn my way too. If this wasn't some kind of formal occasion, I would've laughed out loud the way all three of them follow me with their eyes while I approach.

Finally Skyhigh picks his jaw back up. “Holy fuck, you look amazing. Are those real pages? I wanna peel them off you one by one until there's nothing left.”

Now I wish they were real pages.

Blackout shakes his head like he can't believe his own eyes. “I knew you were fucking gorgeous, but you've outdone yourself today.” His hungry gaze drags down my body, all the way down to my boots and back up. If looking at someone could be sex, that look right there was it.

Dragon's the one that actually has the wherewithal to step over to me and put his hand at the small of my back, guiding meup onto the altar with them. The four of us stand together as Hellfire clears his throat.

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