Page 132 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
“That sounds like ayouproblem,” Jackson fired back, which got the crowd riled up again.
Amidst the laughter, jests, and insanity, we were married.The announcement of husband and wife was punctuated by over twenty motorcycles roaring to life.
Since the party was already going and promising to be one big chaotic debacle, I tossed the bouquet over my shoulder at the groomsmen and crowd of Jackson’s men who flanked the path to the quadrant of tents where the cake, beer, and a whole smorgasbord of food waited.
I glanced back to see what Jackson was laughing at.
Both Sketch and Bear ended up with parts of the arrangement.In the scuffle to grab the flowers, it had separated into at least two main clumps.Bear held a cluster of roses, while Sketch had the main section of the bouquet.Both looked dumbstruck.
Zoe laughed at the two men’s consternation.“It worked!”
“What worked?”I asked.
“The breakaway Lily designed.It was supposed to do that.Couldn’t have only one person getting hitched next.”
Jackson was still laughing.
“That’s funny to you, isn’t it?”I said.
“I’d have guessed Hollywood or Hickey to be next.Not those two.”
We’d have to see.Aside from Wolf and Sprout, nearly all of his men balked at settling down.Which worked for some of them.Others needed a keeper—as in azoo keeper.Hell, most of them required one.
We posed for photos quickly.The men of his club were getting antsy because the smoky smell of pit beef wafted through the meadow.The grass was wet from a sudden shower that passed almost as quickly as it began, and the day grew warmer.
Jackson and I posed on his bike.I’d draped over the gas tank in a very uncomfortable backward lean that threatened to spill my tits out.Jackson braced above me, barely inches from devouring me.The world narrowed down as I held perfectly still, my ring hand against his cheek so the light would catch the diamonds just right.His breath brushed my face, and his erection grew hard against my leg.
“I wish we could do this in private.”
I agreed.“With fewer clothes.”
“Oh fuck, yeah.”His grin broke my pose.I laughed right along with him.Of all the shots, that one was my favorite.
We’d just gotten the bulk of the photos done, and the photographer was trying to get the groomsmen to pose with Jackson and I.
Boom!I flinched as the loud noise was followed by a series of fireworks.“Let me guess, Hagerstown?”
My husband grimaced.“I knew I shouldn’t have let Walt talk me into that.”
“They’re keeping it over the lake, right?”
“I fucking hope so.”
There were no guarantees with this crowd.“Firearms?”
“Checked at the gate,” Sprout confirmed.
“Thank God.”With this many bikers in one spot, there was going to be an accident or twenty tonight.We had two paramedics on call, just in case.
The photographer snapped a photo.Sprout clapped his hands.“That’s it.It’s time to get fucking drunk!”
Coop stepped away, hooking an arm under Jackson’s.“Come on Boss.Someone grab Kate!You guys gotta do the first dance.It’s tradition.”
No.I backed away from the trio of Destroyers stalking me.And landed right into Bear’s arms.He hoisted me up, and with some quick finagling of my train, Zoe and Gina followed us while slowly hooking the loops and buttons so I wouldn’t drag it on the ground.
“Traitors!”I yelled over the noise.
The DJ waited until both Jackson and I were stranded in the middle of the dance floor.Obviously my husband was in on this.He had that look.One of mixed guilt, a smattering of “don’t hurt me” and “trust me” written all over it.
