Page 164 of Resurfaced Passion
One thing he knew for sure, he would never tire of just looking at her. Kissing those luscious lips, holding her in his arms and seeing her smile.
He felt like he’d been through hell and back and Paige was his reward.
Loving her was his reward.
Taking care of her was his privilege.
Being her husband—his fucking heaven.
Just the flash of her lips and he wanted to kiss her, wanted to forget there was a tent full of people watching them and a pastor in front waiting to start their ceremony.
He wanted to devour those lips and the way she twitched a smile she knew it too.
It was Pastor Danny Murphy who brought Reaper’s attention back into the room by clearing his throat. “If you’re ready?” The guests laughed and catcalled as only dirty bikers could and Reaper nodded, giving Paige’s hand a squeeze.
He couldn’t stop looking at her all through the vows and when they were declared man and wife … again, the tent of guests whooped and hollered and whistled and Paige smiled so big at him before he took her mouth.
It felt like coming home all over again.
The Renegade Souls had given Reaper a purpose the last few years. They’d offered him friendship and a job and a sense of harmony while he tried urgently to hold his life and his love together by the very tips of his fingers.
Those guys whooping and acting like dogs were a big part of his family and he’d always, always be grateful to them.
But it was the woman in his arms who gave him something he didn’t fully believe he deserved but was keeping it all the same because that’s what selfish pricks do.
Smiling down at her, he looped his arms around her waist, their foreheads together. “Happy?”
“Stupidly happy.” He swore to himself he’d always keep his ladybug happy whatever he had to do. “Let’s dance, eat cake and then get to what we’re both dying to do.” She moaned a little into his mouth and his cock went from half-hard to full raging bat of steel.
Reaper whispered something equally crude back to his wife to which she giggled and the pastor who was still standing in front of them coughed into his hand and gave Reaper a grin.
See, the man understood Reaper’s desperation—if the uncle Jed gossip was true, then the holy guy had a woman of his own too, a young redheaded woman had been seen going in and out of his church rectory recently.
It was during their first dance to Queen’sBorn to Love Youthat Paige lifted a corner of her dress to showcase what was beneath and he didn’t even stifle his laugh when he saw she wore her black and red ‘ladybug’ tights. Similar to the ones she’d been wearing that first day.
He pulled her closer into his chest, kissed along her neck whispering starved, loved words.
His girl, always dancing to her own tune and he was the lucky guy who got to stand by her side while she lapped up life, a smile at a time.
Their passion might have resurfaced after a time, but their love… Always there.
As Reaper liked to tell her, he’d always, always loved her.
And always would.
* * *
Hours and hours’ worth of dancing, food and drinking left them both quite desperate.
The bottom of her dress was so full of flowing lacy underskirts trailing on the floor that no one in that tent noticed how Reaper lifted her carefully to straddle her over his lap and unzipped his gray pants at the same time, pulled out his very hard cock and dropped her down on it until she buried every last inch and tried not to squeal in the process.
“Ah, fuck. That’s better. Wanted to fuck you all damn day, ladybug.”
Air whooshed out of her lungs. Pleasure assaulting her senses. Nothing felt this good. Her lips twitched gazing into his aroused eyes. “And you thought now in a room full of people who could come over to talk to us at any moment was the best time?”
His dirty smile turned her on and she laughed burying her hands in his combed hair and rested their foreheads together.
“The tent is dark and full of drunk people, no one is noticing us, baby.”
