Ryder: MC Biker Romance (Great Wolves Motorcycle Club Book 8) (17 page)

Ryder

It didn’t take
long to weed out the good from the bad. Great Wolves Southwood had about a
dozen new probies thanks to the destruction of the Devil’s Hawks in their town.

The worst were in
jail awaiting trial, the middle of the pack had scattered all over the country,
and the best, the guys who were truly interested in something different, but
still being in an MC trickled into the Great Wolves.

“It’s going to be
a while until I trust the probies but I feel like we got the best of them.”
Cruz was showing me plans for their new Wolf Den. As we talked about it was on
the same piece of property as the Great Wolves Auto Body Shop.

“Consolidating
your resources while expanding your base. I’d say you’re a brilliant Prez
Cruz.”

“Thanks. We
couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Ah, yeah we
could.” Bret came over and punched me in the arm.

“Enough of that.”
I scooped her in a hug which she thoroughly hated.

“Ugh!” She squirmed,
and sure enough, Nero wasn’t far behind.

“Call off your
attack Nero. I’m done hugging her.”

“What?” Nero
raised an eyebrow at me.

“You guys are all
set?” I asked as Polk closed the cash drawer and came over.

“We’re good. The
computer, the schedule, the marketing plan. Great Wolves Auto Body is ship
shape!” Polk had gone from cursing at the computer to slapping anyone’s hand who
touched his baby.

Ridge finished his
business with Cruz, and we were all set.

“You guys don’t be
strangers. Doors always open here.” And I hugged Cruz. He was a great Prez. The
club was going to be okay here, thrive, I knew Sawyer was right in investing in
them. Now that the Hawks were out of the picture they had a chance.

“Remember Oswald
needs to see you when he closes. Keeps him calm.” Ridge was telling Cruz.

“Yep, he’ll be the
first stop every night. First, of 30 stops.”

“Damn right.”
Great Wolves Security in Southwood had expanded too thanks to Ridge’s help. We
were leaving this club on a high point. It felt good. It must be what Sawyer
felt like when he saw his MMA gyms do well.

Shit. I was
getting so adult, identifying with Sawyer these days.

“Later brother,”
Cruz said, and Ridge and I rolled out. I’d miss these brothers for sure, but I
had business.

Ridge and I rode a
few blocks and then stopped when I had to turn off and go my own way.

“You thinking
three days or so,” Ridge asked me.

“Yeah, that seems
right.”

“I don’t. Seems
short to me. I’m telling Sawyer you ain’t coming back until next week. Tops.” I
followed Ridge’s eye line, and there was Jules. SCAD t-shirt, tight jeans, wavy
hair, growing out and wild. She was hauling a single suitcase.

“Hi, Ridge.”

“Jules.”

“You ready Ryder?”

“Sure am. Let me
put your bag in the back.”

“Have fun you kids,”
Ridge said and revved his engine headed for Grand City.

“I like the
t-shirt.”

“Yeah, feels good
not to wear clothes to please The Judge.”

“No need to call
him that anymore, not according today’s paper anyway.”

The headlines
blared the corruption charge against Richard Wexler. A special judge had been
appointed to the Devil’s Hawks cases, and Wexler was now under investigation
himself.

Jules had done
that. Jules had taken him down.

I was so fucking
proud of her.

“Anything about
Daddy today?”

“He’s hired some
new lawyer. The paper’s here, you want it?” I fished it out of my bag.

“No. I don’t want
to think about any of it for a while.”

“Okay, let’s ride.
Hold on tight.”

“Sure.” Jules climbed
on my bike, and we rode all the way to Benton Harbor. She leaned her head on my
back, my shoulder, and I could have ridden that way for days.

But we had an
appointment to keep.

Jules

I wore my favorite
t-shirt because Ryder loved it. Because I loved it. Because it represented a
time when I was me without Daddy. And I was there again almost, doing what I
wanted, but this time, I had Ryder by my side.

It was a new
beginning.

I had my SCAD
shirt, a long white gauzy skirt, and my Chuck Taylors. I walked up the steps
and across the sand, and there they were.

Ryder and Violet
stood on our beach. He had his board shorts on. I fucking loved those board
shorts. Violet looked like the gypsy queen she was, the setting sun highlighted
her dark curls.

We also needed a
witness which we didn’t have until Gus Simansky, owner of the Covert
Campgrounds, agreed to stand up with us. He said this was a first for him.

Gus Simansky
watched as Ryder and I stood hand-in-hand. He slipped a ring made from stones
from this very lake on my finger and then kissed my palm after.

Violet presided
over my pink aura, and, since she was legally some type of new age minister and
fully licensed, married me to her son.

“Now that you have
joined yourselves in matrimony, may you strive always to meet this commitment
with the same spirit you now exhibit. We all bear witness to this ceremony you
have just performed and you may now call yourselves by those old and respected
names, husband and wife. Bless this union. You may kiss the bride,” she told me
it was an ancient blessing. I loved it. It was beautiful.

Ryder leaned in
and kissed me. We were husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs.

I took his name.
Maldonado was a bad idea we both agreed, what with Daddy’s case winding its way
through the courts and the newspapers. I needed to break from it all the way
around. I wanted a fresh start. I wanted to do what I chose. I wanted to wear
what I chose. I wanted to marry whom I chose.

And I chose the name,
Juliet Montrose.

“You may also stop
kissing the bride anytime soon, I’m not getting any younger.” Ryder leaned back,
and we both took a breath of air.

“Thanks so much
Violet, for doing this.”

“It was a blessing
to me. A true gift.” She enveloped me in a hug that smelled of essential oils
and felt like the warmest light.

Gus made his leave
back to campground gift shop. Violet stayed on a bit and had a glass of wine
with us. It was all the wedding reception I needed.

“You don’t need
Pinterest, fifty bridesmaids, and a website. You just need love. Brides today
are getting it backward,” Violet raised a glass to Ryder and me.

“So true,” I said.

“Oh, I have a
check for you.” Violet reached into her colorful patchwork bag.

“Mom, I said no
gifts.” Ryder looked annoyed.

“Oh, I know. It’s
not a gift. It’s her cut.”

“What?” Ryder said,
and I suppressed a smile.

“Yep. Your Mom has
been helping me distribute my designs in shops across the state.

“What?”

“Yep, I’m making a
bit of money. Whoa. A lot of money.” The check had three zeroes!

“Julery is getting
more popular every day son. You’re lucky she’s an artist. You could retire
early!”

“No chance of
that. I just got word that Great Wolves MC Grand City wants me to set up
another shop.”

“Yeah?” I was
excited to see Ryder’s dream come true.

“If you’re in,
we’re headed to Florida for a few weeks.”

“IN! Hell yes.”

“Oh, perfect. I’ll
give you the name of some friends with shops all up and down the state.” Violet
said and it looked like Julery and Great Wolves Auto Body would be on the road
for a while.

I loved it. It was
away from Southwood. It was on the road to something new. And it was with
Ryder.

Plus, I could wear
my Chuck Taylors. What more could a new bride want?

Ryder

I asked her if she
wanted a fancy wedding. She said no. I asked her if she wanted a fancy
honeymoon she said no.

“All I want is you
and me and the beach.” So I arranged it.

And there I was.
Ryder Montrose was now a husband. I was the fucking luckiest husband on the
planet. My wild bride had returned and was getting wilder by the day now that
she was free of her Daddy and out from under The Judge’s wrinkled thumb.

“You’re the
sexiest wife,” I said after Violet left us to our wedding night. We sat at the
picnic table and watched the water. It was the tent, the bike, a fire pit, the
lake, and my girl. Pretty fucking awesome, wedding night wise.

 She lifted her
lips to mine. She was soft, vulnerable and tasted so good. I slid her from the
spot next to me on the picnic bench to my lap. Her hands were wrapped around my
neck.

I splayed my hands
across her back and shoulders and felt her arch against me.

Her lips fit mine
like they were made to be there. I pressed her body close to mine as the kissed
deepened. The tips of our tongues touched. She made a soft little moan. It
drove me crazy. I wanted her naked. I wanted her under me and around me.
Always.

I slid my hands
under that SCAD t-shirt and felt the skin on her back. My hands were moving
against her skin on their own. I was processing only sensation.  I had to feel
her everywhere.

I lifted her hair
off her neck and trailed my lips down. That SCAD shirt was coming off. I flung
it, but not far, we’d need to find it in the morning. She loved that shirt.

Then it was her
wedding skirt. This beachy thing she’d found in the back of Mom’s shop was now
off. I was getting closer.

We were headed for
the tent. I knew we fit perfectly.

I laid her gently
down on the sleeping bag and stared at her perfect body. Goodbye, bra. Goodbye
panties too. I slid them all off.

“Aren’t you
forgetting something?” she whispered as I lay down on her, my skin on hers. I
drank her in from chin to Chuck Taylors.

“No, I want to do
it with your Chuck Taylor’s on.”

“Kinky,” Jules
wrapped her legs, Taylors and all, around my waist.

Married life
agreed with me.

It really did.

The End.

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