Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I leaned down and cupped her face in my hands before pressing my lips to hers. She sighed, her lips parting. Groaning, I stepped closer, pressing her soft curves to my harder body, and deepened the kiss, dipping my tongue into her warm, wet mouth.
“Ahem!” Adelaide loudly cleared her throat. I grunted and parted our lips, glaring at Adelaide over Cannon’s head. Cannon merely quietly laughed. “You can suck her face off some other time. She needs to eat breakfast so we can get her ready.”
I rolled my eyes before looking down at Cannon. “I’ll see you in a bit, baby.” I kissed her again just to annoy Adelaide, who huffed. I grinned against Cannon’s sweet, addictive mouth. “I’ll be the one waiting for you at the altar.”
“I’ll be the one in all black,” she teased.
I snickered, but knowing her, she wasn’t kidding.
White wasn’t really our thing anyway.
“Nervous?” Joey asked me. The guests were all seated, and all of the groomsmen had already made their way down the aisle with the bridesmaids. The bridesmaids were wearing deep-purple dresses that were almost black, but not quite. The groomsmen were in charcoal gray suits, and Joey was already pulling at his collar. None of us were fucking comfortable at the moment in these damn monkey suits.
“No,” I told him honestly. “She’s it for me. I’m just ready for this to be over so I can get out of this damn outfit.”
“Shut up, you two,” Adelaide hissed, making me snicker. Joey just shot her a wink, and Elaina quietly laughed to herself. Adelaide and Joey had been bickering ever since Adelaide showed up to make sure everything was ready for the wedding. As soon as she found out we were having a traditional wedding to make up for the shit marriage Cannon had been in the first time, Adelaide had named herself the wedding planner and gone all fucking in. And Joey did everything he could to aggravate the shit out of her, which he definitely accomplished.
River roughly cleared his throat, dragging my attention to him. He jerked his head in the direction of the clubhouse doors. The wedding march music began to play just as the doors fully opened to reveal Cannon on Alejandro’s arm.
When he had come to us a couple of months ago and offered to walk her down the aisle, it’d surprised both of us. But I knew what message he was sending everyone.
She was now under his protection. Alejandro was protective of all the women and children, a drastic change from the man he was before Elaina became his property after a three-million-dollar cash exchange years ago. He’d done a complete one-eighty. And protecting the women and children of the club had become a mission for him—one that was above all else.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of my bride. Her dress was all black, shimmery, and hugged her body, flaring out around her knees. I could hear everyone shuffling in their seats to look at her, but I couldn’t rip my eyes off her. She was… Words would never describe how fucking beautiful she was.
Her makeup was kept to a minimum, but her lips were painted to match her dress. Her red hair had been curled and laid loose over her creamy, bare shoulders. The black ensemble made her blue eyes pop, and they trapped me in their wicked stare.
“Christ,” I rasped as she drew closer. I stepped down from the makeshift altar and met them at the top of the aisle, my throat working as I swallowed. “God, Cannon, you’re…fuck.”
She smiled at me so fucking prettily, it took my breath away. “You ready to do this?”
I nodded and took her hands in mine. “Fuck yes, I am, baby. Let’s get hitched.”
Her laugh was music to my ears. I helped her up onto the altar at the back of the clubhouse and then grasped both of her hands in mine, turning to face her.
“The ceremony of marriage in which you come to be united is one of the first and oldest ceremonies in the entire world, celebrated in the beginning in the presence of God himself.” My lips quirked with a smirk, and Cannon’s lips tilted the tiniest bit. God didn’t exist in this clubhouse. We were all headed straight to Hell. But Cannon deserved every bit of this wedding ceremony.
“Marriage is a gift in that we give ourselves totally to one another…” I drowned the minister out, studying the woman who was about to be my wife. It couldn’t happen fast enough; I was growing impatient.
One thing was for certain… I was never letting this woman go. She was mine—always. She was already my old lady. This—this entire ceremony—was for her. To give her a fresh start so she could see marriage wasn’t full of pain.