Bitter Kind of Love: Prairie Devils MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (30 page)

Blaze grinned. “There's gonna be a lotta that anyway, bro, whether you've got two good eyes or none.”

Finally. The tension was cut and everybody laughed. Each of the brothers passed by his bed one more time, patting him on the shoulder and making small talk.

I couldn't help but smile. Yeah, their world was twisted, frightening, ruthless at times. But when I saw Stinger coming toward me, a flood of emotion in his rich dark eyes, I knew I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I'd grown up in the middle of Dad's schemes, as fucked up as anyone. But for the first time ever, I had a family to go with the endless, violent bumps on the road. For the first time, I was really, truly
happy.
My heart soared when Stinger pulled me outside and tipped me down in his strong arms, stamping fresh lightning on my lips.

I love you, baby, and I'm gonna fuck your brains out.
I read the message in his kiss loud and clear.

We kissed for a long time while the other brothers filed past. Not to be outdone, I heard Em squeal as Tank grabbed his old lady and flattened her against the wall, whispering rough promises in her ear.

“You know I love you so fucking bad it drains the life outta me, baby girl?” Sting pulled back, running his fingers through my long black hair, tender and seductive simultaneously.

“Not half as much as I love you, Lucas.”

I smiled into the next kiss. It was all I had to say to feel his strong pulse pumping with mine. We lingered a little longer at the hospital before we rode home.

With any luck, nobody would ever have to make the sacrifice Moose did again. But if it came, I was ready to pay it a thousand times over, a fair price for loving the badass enveloping me for the rest of my life.

One Month Later

T
he wedding was the craziest shit I'd ever seen, even by club standards. Honestly, I wouldn't have expected anything less.

It was
Blaze
getting married, after all, and it was time to show the whole Prairie Devils MC how big his dick was as Montana Prez before he gave it to Saffron during their week long honeymoon.

We all departed on a cold day in late February. Had to rent a couple trucks to haul the bikes 'til we crossed the Nevada border, but then we mounted them, just me and my girl surrounded by a whole lotta brothers riding into arid country.

The Nomads rode behind our Montana crew, a buncha mean sons of bitches with a dude named Maverick in the lead, their Prez and Blaze's brother. Also the only guy I'd seen wearing our colors who got away with calling Blaze asshole to his face. His old lady, June, rode with him, another girl who'd taken some seriously fucked up blows before our Montana charter formed last year.

But fuck, wasn't that the test every man and his girl went through?

The sweet thing with her hands around my waist all the way to Reno wouldn't have met me if her life hadn't been a clusterfuck. And if I'd never gone after her, she'd be too dead to love anybody.

Lady Luck slapped the back side of my head every time I pressed my lips to her, reminding me how damned lucky I was. And each time I fucked her, I let her know with every touch, every thrust, every screaming release how much I loved her.

My promise to never, ever fuck this up was written in flesh and blood, and I intended to keep it.

Sure, Blaze had his Saffron and Tank had his Em. Me? I had Alice, and that was all I needed besides my patch and my bike, an entire universe I'd been chasing without even realizing it 'til this sexy dark haired spitfire got her hooks beneath my skin.

Arriving in Reno wasn't all roses. There were always thorns.

The newer brothers kept guard while we settled into our hotel, a fancy ass place connected to a casino and one helluva a resort. It was chilly, but the low fifties without any snow outside the mountains was a big fucking improvement over the frozen wasteland we'd left behind.

The trip started off right. One long night of drinking, fucking, and gambling had all of us feeling refreshed. Even Moose was smiling again with his old lady and his daughter, chilling at the bar and stuffing himself on the best whisky and shrimp the club could buy.

Alice was at my side the whole time. She appreciated the shit outta the weird clash of ritzy and gaudy travelers find in this city, and it was damned good to see her so excited again. I could tell her sweet head was swirling with fresh ideas.

Throwing the mural up in the clubhouse over the last month only fed her muse. She was talking about picking up work in town as soon as shit thawed. Missoula had a perfect niche market with tons of rich dudes looking for the artsy stuff she could deliver.

And fuck, could she deliver.

She's sketched her tattoo design herself, a raven and thorns wrapped around the only part that really mattered to me: PROPERTY OF STINGER. Poor Tank had to go nice and slow to do it right when he put it on her lower back, right above her ass.

I'd never, ever get tired of seeing my name there while we fucked, whenever she swiveled her hips into me and rode my cock. And it was only getting better the more our bodies worked, two magnets meant to fit together in non-stop lust, tighter and better with plenty of practice.

The girl had a real knack for driving me wild. Did I mention how fucking hard my cock jerked in the getup I was screwing with on the big day?

She came out wearing this red, sleek number all the old ladies picked out. Fucking thing was modest enough for a cocktail party, but it accented her curves perfectly, clinging to her ass and tits so good I started to wonder what they'd look like in lily white. Good thing I had some heavy shit in my pocket, waiting for the right moment, because it helped anchor my cock and dissuade his greedy balls from doing anything stupid before the ceremony.

Couldn't stop myself from running up to her and pinning her to my chest. “Fuck, baby. You look gorgeous. Hot
and
beautiful.”

She gave me her lips, and I sucked them hard, running my tongue across them several times to show her how bad I wanted her later. Fuck me if it didn't make things worse down below, but I had to push through it. There'd be plenty of time to suck and tease and fill her soft wet velvet all night after the reception.

Alice had to fight to break the kiss. Laughing, she gave me a little push, narrowing her eyes and looking me up and down.

“You're not bad yourself. Still think all you guys would look better in suits.”

I snorted. “This is a biker wedding, girl. Not the flowery prim and proper shit that puts a dude to sleep in the civilian world. Dressing up's for the ladies. All the brothers are here for the party.”

“Yeah? Is that why your cut's looking cleaner than I've seen it for months?” She leaned into me and inhaled. “I can't even smell the motor oil! Who the hell are you?”

Growling, I grabbed her ass, pulling her in tight. “You know damned well who the fuck I am, baby. And if you don't, you'll figure it out later when I rip that thing off and fuck your sweet ass.”

I gave her a playful swat. “Come on. Everybody's waiting for us down below. Might have to fight a few guys today to keep 'em off you. Christ, you're hot.”

My cock strained the whole time while we stood, waiting for the elevator. Tank and Em were in there waiting when the door opened.

Shit. Seeing his big stupid smile deflated the insane wood going nuts against my trousers.

“Going down?” Tank asked.

“You fucking know it. I'd ride a thousand floors to find out if the Prez sheds a tear or two today when he kisses the blushing bride.”

Alice swatted my arm. Em and Tank laughed.

At the bottom floor, the door slid open, revealing the spacious casino hallway we had to walk through to get to the chapel. The man right across from us, leaning near the fountain, instantly made me choke.

I had to reach up and rub my eyes, wondering if I was hallucinating. But if I was, Tank wouldn't have flipped his shit and ran for the fucker, tackling him and pining his ass to the ground.

“What's wrong?” Alice's breath caught. “Who is he?”

Em pulled her back as soon as we stepped outta the elevator, making sure she didn't follow me. I hadn't seen that wormy little shit in the Grizzlies cut for months, not since the night we rescued Saffron from the rogues, wearing the same patch who'd gone traitor against their own club.

It was Saffron's brother, an asshole named Brass. The little shit had gone west with the Grizzlies since then, and now he'd wound up here, the last fucking place in the world he belonged.

I barely stopped Tank from knocking his teeth out, pulling him outta the giant's path just before his huge fists crashed into Brass' face.

“Start talking!” I roared. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I'm alone!” He roared right back. “Calm the fuck down, you fucking Prairie –“

He stopped just short of saying it. If he breathed out
pussies
, I sure as shit would've let Tank have at it, adding a few of my own kicks to the storm.

“I just wanna see my sis get married. That's all. There's nobody else here wearing this patch. And even if there were –“

Tank growled. I suppressed my own, rolling my eyes instead, relaxing my grip on the asshole on the floor.

“Yeah, yeah. We know. Reno and Vegas are neutral cities. Doesn't mean we won't kick your ass for snooping so close to our club when you're not welcome.”

He stood up, dusting off his cut. I eyed Tank. We had to be damned careful here in this place. The ceilings were crawling with security cameras. Scuffling with this asshole wasn't worth getting ourselves pulled aside by some do-right with a badge and missing the most important day of Blaze and Saffron's life.

“You can't go in there wearing that thing,” Tank said, folding his arms. “You do, and we won't be the only ones threatening to kick your ass. There's a couple dozen dudes wearing this patch, and one with yours – if you're telling us the truth. What's it gonna be?”

Brass looked from side to side, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “What if it was you? Would you throw your colors off if some asshole from my club asked you to?”

Tank and I stared the fucker down. I was ready to wring his fucking neck, teasing us on our own damned turf like this. Damn, if it wasn't for those fucking cameras...

“Boys!” There was a flap of bright red and Alice was between us, Em at her side. “Why don't you just put him in the back where nobody can see him? Everybody's going to be looking up at the altar anyway. Who'll notice he's even here if he stays sitting and covers up after it's all over?”

Tank's face tightened. Em shot pleading eyes at him, a little less fierce than my girl's.

Why she wanted to fight for this piece of shit was beyond me...

“Baby, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but there's a lot you don't understand about what goes on in our clubs –“

She waved a hand. “I understand I owe Saffron big for helping me get my shit together and make sure this thing goes off without a hitch. She'll be thrilled just to see him here, whether he's wearing his own colors or a bearskin suit. Do you really want me to be the one to break the news that you guys beat the hell out of her little brother when he was trying to be nice?”

“Fuck,” Tank growled. “Nice isn't a word I'd use anywhere near that sneaky little mother –“

With a heavy sigh, I turned to my brother and reached up, slapping my hands on his big shoulders. “She's right, brother. I don't like it either, but if I give Blaze a call, I'm sure it'll be fine after he gets over the shock. I think this shit's telling us the truth for once – if the Grizzlies are looking to kick our asses out here, they sure as fuck wouldn't have sent this sloppy bastard to lead us into a trap.”

Tank's anger swelled in his face, and then the redness faded a shade. Still growling, he turned away, reaching for his burner phone.

“Fucking fine. I'll make the call myself, boss. It's not like I don't trust the security here. All that's on me for setting shit up. Trouble is, I'm not sure how we're gonna protect this fuck when somebody realizes what patch he's wearing.”

“Make sure Blaze gets the message and passes it along to the whole club,” I said sternly. “No fucking fights with any clubs. Not unless they're gonna draw on us or fuck this club some other way.”

I turned back to Brass. Fucker's eyes were just as beady as ever, but he was looking at me like I'd done him one helluva solid. In truth, I had, but I didn't do it for him.

Reaching for Alice's hand, I grabbed her, pulling her away from the shit in the rival cut. “Let's get going, soon as Tank's off the phone. Brass, you stick close to us and sit your ass down where we tell you to. I'll have somebody find a plain jacket you can throw on for the reception. Then say hello to sis, give 'em your well wishes, and get the fuck on the road. You better be outta here by midnight.”

“Never thought I'd make a deal with a Devil.” He extended a hand. “But I'm game.”

I took his hand and shook it harder than anything meant to be friendly. Least the asshole had been smart enough not to use the phrase 'Prairie Pussy.'

At two o'clock sharp that afternoon, we were all in our pews. Alice and I were up in the front, right next to Tank and Em, all the brothers lined up by seniority, and family on the other side. Brass was way the hell in the back. A shitty view, sure, but so far, nobody had given him a second look.

Alice couldn't stop staring at the high ceilings, the neon torches, the crazy ass 'priest' in the front with a purple robe and big shades. It was a Reno wedding, after all. Crazy and outlandish was the norm with several dozen brothers and their old ladies packing the over-decorated chapel.

When the bells chimed two, the brothers at the big door leading outside opened up, and we could hear the roar dying down outside. Smokey, Stone, and a couple other brothers from Dakota who'd come down for the fun parked their bikes next to Saffron's limo after escorting it a couple blocks.

The bride stepped outta the sleek black car with a hand from the chauffeur and our boys. They carried her long ass veil up the stairs and gently let it glide down, one inch off the ground above the long red carpet.