Page 73 of Biker's Property
That’sa yes in Ryder’s world. But I’m already on my tiptoes to kiss him, so trust me, I’m not mad about the kiss. He is a great kisser and doesn’t give a damn who watches. When Ryder’s tongue enters my mouth in front of Pastor Barry, I make my first effort to break free and find my ass trapped in Ryder’s palms and my body pressed against his in a suit.
He doesn’t let me pull away until I am thoroughly kissed.
“That was beautiful,”Pastor Barry says. “Now. Let’s get those signatures.”
Our witnesses are Pastor Barry,the host, and the photographer. Ryder and I sign our names. It’s as official as it’s going to get. Mrs. Joslin Sinclair. Ryder’s signature is twice the size of mine, as if partly in effort to show off his enthusiasm.
He sighs when he finishes, releasing all the tension in his body with the exhalation. Relief. I feel that way too.
Ryder looksdown at me with a grin.
“Joslin Sinclair,”he says. “Before I take you on a honeymoon adventure far away from my crazy life… would you like to meet my mother?”
“Does your mother want to meet me?”
“If she doesn’t, she’ll kill me. So please, dear wife… Can I make that humble request?”
“I don’t want you dead and… if she wants to meet me, that’s good.”
He looks at me all seriously.
“What about your mother?”
“Hm?”
“Do you want to see her?”
“I don’t knowif it’s a good idea. I want to forgive her and of course, I’ve thought about her but… I’m just not ready. I don’t know if I will be.”
“Whenever you are, church girl… I’ll be right there with you. I just want you to know that.”
When our time slot ends, we walk outside together with slices of vanilla wedding cake, laughing at nothing and feeling like a real couple.
It’s like how I imagined first dates I saw in the movies would feel if they happened in real life. But this is better. Unlike guys in movies, Ryder is unpredictable. He doesn’t always do the right thing. But he does the human thing. Iamcurious about his mother, especially since she’s officially my mother in law. But Ryder hasn’t said a word about her, which makes me nervous.
Ryder leans against his bike in his suit, looking strange with his leather cut thrown over an outfit so fancy.
“I’ll fuck up that dress with the bike but… you look good.”
“I can change into… sweatpants. I have the ones I was wearing before.”
Ryder laughs. “You are something else.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know many women who would want to change out of their wedding dress into sweatpants.”
“I always wanted the marriage, Ryder. Not just the wedding.”
“And you want to wear the pants, apparently,” he says teasingly. I roll my eyes.
He beckons me over.I can’t imagine hesitating with him again. I throw my arms around Ryder’s neck, which requires me to reach up as far as I can. He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the bike seat so he can hold me in place and kiss me again. Ryder steps between my spread legs and as he kisses me, I feel the most familiar sensation between us.
The forbidden partof Ryder I have yet to touch. It’s so big. His dick throbs with heat in his pants and even if I nearly gave in and begged him for his dick several times before we were married, I’m somehow more terrified of asking him now.
He doesn’t need permission to hike my legs apart and rest his palm on my bare thigh. His dick jerks in his pants as he touches me and I don’t think we’re going to make it to this man’s honeymoon spot before we make love.
“Gas station,”I whisper, hoping that peels him off me. “I need some sweatpants.”