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Sawyer
The Wolf Den’s grand re-opening was also Bess and my wedding. We’d created an outdoor patio, we’d fixed the damage that the Russians had caused and it was ready to roll.
There were four of us standing in front of Judge Terry as we said our vows.
“Do you take this woman to be your wife?”
“I do,” I answered.
“Do you take this man to be your husband?”
“I do,” Bess answered.
“Do you take these three to be your family?”
“I do,” Alexis answered.
We’d combined an adoption ceremony with our wedding and I went from Sawyer McCall, 40-year old bachelor biker to 40-year old family man.
I kissed her as chastely. The kids were there after all.
Then Bess hugged Alexis and Henry. Bess couldn’t imagine her life anymore without Alexis and I couldn’t imagine mine without all three of them. It was official.
Cassidy was Bess’s Maid of Honor and Larry stood up for me. I looked around and was only really missing one face.
Stone wasn’t there. But there was a good reason. I knew we’d see him again. Hopefully soon.
Dusty was there, and a bridesmaid no less. I made a point to catch up with her before we made our honeymoon escape.
“You have a dress on. I’ve never seen that. Looks beautiful.”
“I hate it.”
“I know. But at least, you got your way.” She grabbed my collar.
“New leather!” I had a new jacket, new chaps, it was all very fancy.
“I figured if I didn’t wear new leather on my wedding day it was never going to happen.”
“Have a good time on your honeymoon. I’ll have the girls move all your stuff to the house while you’re gone.”
“Thanks, kiddo.” I hugged Dusty hard. The M.C. owned a handful of houses on a quiet road off our main parking lot. They were arranged in a cul-de-sac and the largest one was empty. Bess and I decided it was a better fit for Alexis and Henry than the apartment I had over The Wolf Den and so that would be our new place after our honeymoon.
I watched as Bess and Cassidy hugged it out too. Alexis was going to stay with Cassidy during our honeymoon week.
Henry, who was eating a piece of cake that was bigger than his head, would be with his dad. Though Chris was not invited to the wedding, Candice was, and she graciously attended. Candice and Bess had formed an alliance and the winner most certainly would be Henry.
I reached out a hand and Bess walked the short distance to me. We entwined our fingers.
“Hey, what about the bouquet?” Bess had opted for a really informal wedding. She wore a pale yellow sundress and her hair loose. My buttoned up civil servant was looking more like a flower child today. I loved it.
“Okay, if you’re single get ready,” I yelled to the tight not-so-little group of wedding guests. Men and women, bikers and fighters, social workers and jewelry store owners, lined up.
Bess gave her bouquet of tulips a good toss and a roar of hooting and hollering arose from the clamor of people.
We turned to look and saw why.
Victor had caught the bouquet.
“He’s a foot taller than everyone else! Total bullshit.” Dusty said as the gang congratulated Victor. He looked good in his newly acquired leather vest with Great Wolves patch. Getting shot for the club is the hard way to go from probie to full member but it works.
We said our goodbyes and I had her to myself, sort of, Ryder was our chauffeur. He drove us to the airport in the back of a recently restored convertible. The restoration completed by our latest venture, Great Wolves Body Shop.
“I’m excited!” Bess yelled as we drove away from The Wolf Den. The yelling was necessary as the guys decided to provide us with a motorcycle motorcade to the highway. It was touching, intimidating, and loud as hell.
I pulled Bess in tighter next to me. She laid her head down on my shoulder, her hair whipped around her head thanks to open air of the convertible.
“I should have tied it back. I’m going to look like a wild animal by the time we get to the airport.”
“Leave it. Great Wolves like it wild baby.”
Bess
I said I wanted mountains, lakes, hikes and the great outdoors for our honeymoon. It would be the last kid-free vacation we would ever take. The idea of Sawyer at Disneyworld was starting to percolate and it made me giggle. That would be another time.
This time was for us. Yet again Sawyer McCall surprised me. We flew to Montana where his cousin owned a secluded ranch.
Lincoln McCall and his wife Leslie opened their home our first night there and made us dinner.
“So does this mean you’re out of the club?” Lincoln McCall was scary looking. There was no other way to say it. He had a shaved bullet of a head and his body was thick with muscle.
Sawyer had told me he’d been in the military and then a bodyguard. But now, he was a happily married rancher. His wife Leslie was a brunette bombshell. There was something very 1950s about her. She ran the house, the smaller animals, and she ran Lincoln, it was clear.
“No, not out of the club. Just totally legit these days.” I helped Leslie clear the table.
“Leslie, this is such a gorgeous home.”
“Thank you. We’re not done with it. Lincoln is laying every log, Lincoln log - get it?”
She had a little musical giggle.
“I do get it,” she made me smile. I didn’t know her story but I would bet it was interesting.
“It’s taking him longer than he wants because he’s also running the ranch.”
“A lot of work.”
“Yes, but it’s good.”
We spent one night with Lincoln and Leslie McCall and then were borrowing their RV to head out further onto the property.
“Use the trail, it’s pretty well cleared. If you follow this map, you’ll be at the base of that mountain there, next to the lake.”
Lincoln gave Sawyer the instructions and Sawyer finished packing our stuff.
“I really appreciate this, Lincoln.”
“Anything for true love.” He wasn’t a man who invited spontaneous displays of affection, but I couldn’t help it. I hugged him and we were off.
“You like my cousin there?”
“I do, scary, but loveable. Just like you.”
“And how about his wife, eh?”
“I like him; I want to eat her up.”
Sawyer laughed and we rolled on. If you would have asked me, did Sawyer McCall know how to camp, I would have said hell to the no.
I would have been wrong. I used to camp all the way until I’d married Chris and Sawyer was a friggin’ Eagle Scout.
“Don’t even ask,” He said as he laid out a few sleeping bags for us next to a fire he’d made. I was pretty pleased with my own handy work, organizing the little RV Kitchen. We were parked on the banks of a crystal clear lake and at the foot of a mountain we could hike.
It was incredibly beautiful and secluded. Perfection.
I looked at his fire and was excited. We were going to hike, swim, read the three books I’d brought, and just enjoy each other quietly away from everything. We both had big demands that would present themselves as soon as we got back. We relished them. A week away would help us be ready to fight whatever fight presented itself.
“I want to hear all about your formative years. I have a lot to learn based on the looks of your cousin.”
“Do you know all of his brothers are named after U.S. Presidents?”
“What?”
“Yep, Pierce, Roosevelt, Lincoln, Truman and Carter.”
“I love it. See. I have a lot to learn.”
“Later.” Sawyer said and he took off his t-shirt and then his jeans and then everything else. I stared for a moment.
“Lucky Bess, very lucky Bess.”
“What was that?” Sawyer and his ripped abs came in very close.
“Oh, sorry, said it out loud.”
Sawyer pulled my t-shirt over my head and then my jeans. For a moment, I felt shy, almost nude in the open air. And then I remembered we were completely alone.
“What are you doing?” Sawyer undid the clasp of my bra and then slid it off. He tossed my bra and panties onto the sleeping bags.
“We’re going for a swim.”
And the naked man hoisted me over his shoulder. I screamed in surprise and tried to protest.
“It’s going to be....” Splash, we were in the cold water before I finished getting the words out.
Sawyer’s hands were all over me as we bobbed just below the surface.
Sawyer’s mouth was on mine and apparently he could stand. I couldn’t. It was too deep. Sawyer held me up and I wrapped my cold legs around him.
His tongue entwined with mine and I was warm somewhere. Just not on any surface of my skin. I started to shiver.
“Okay, that’s enough.” And he carried me out of the water. He didn’t seem cold at all.
“How are you not freezing?”
“The water isn’t that cold. You’re just a baby.” Again he silenced me with a kiss but it was okay. Even my lips were chilled from his abrupt caveman baptism.
He lay me down next the fire on the sleeping bags. Every inch of my skin was sensitive and hungry for warmth. Sawyer’s hands and mouth provided it.
Something about my cold skin and his hot breath intensified every sensation.
“Oh, oh.” I cried out as he put his warm fingers around my nipple. They were hard as pebbles from the water and then he twisted and pulled and grinned as I reacted.
“That’s it, baby.” He slid his fingers down, over my hip, and splayed his warm hand over my stomach. I ached to have him inside me. He plunged his finger in and I couldn’t hold back.
A powerful peak shuddered through me. He leaned over me and captured one nipple in his mouth as I shook. I was shocked at the speed and intensity that he was able to shatter me into billions of liquid pieces.
“I’m sorry, I wanted to wait for you but...”
“I’ve wanted to do that for months.”
“What?”
“Watch you let go.”
“You’re a bad, bad man, Sawyer McCall.”
“I’m a lucky man Bess McCall. Lucky as fuck.”
I loved when he talked dirty. He leaned down and kissed my neck. The cold that had chilled my skin was gone, I was warm and headed toward hot.
And soon it would be Sawyer’s turn to turn liquid.
I sank into the sleeping bag and let the sensations take over. There was one word on my lips over and over.
“Sawyer. Sawyer. Sawyer.”
The End.
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