Tirone: Texas Chapter Duet Part Two (The Night Skulls MC Book 2)
Tirone: Chapter 35

I hadn’t seen so many bikes—or bikers—at the same place at once in my life. There were hundreds. Did that mean the plan worked?

Evening my breath, I listened to my cue and started down the path they’d made in the back garden. People turned in their chairs to look at me, but I was only looking at the man down the aisle—in a tux.

A grin took over me. Never in a million years, I imagined Laius Lazzarini in a classic groom suit, but I’d never doubted if he had, he’d have rocked it like he was now.

Another thing I didn’t imagine was marrying my ex-boyfriend’s father, who ran a gang and was looking at me with an ear-to-ear grin and a gleaming gaze of everything a bride dreamt of seeing in the eyes of her groom.

I took in his smooth, sleek blond hair, the trimmed beard, the fitted tux that accentuated every muscle and the tattoos poking from his neck, hands and wrists. He even wore cologne. “You look amazing.”

“Are you fucking shitting me?” Licking his lower lip, he lusted over my body with feral hunger. “Look at you.”

“What did a motherfucking bastard like you do to get so fucking lucky?” Fort, who was in his usual attire, jeans, boots, shirt and cut, except he was holding a bible now—yes, he got ordained for the ceremony—shook his head at Laius in disbelief.

“Non lo so,” Laius said, his eyes glued on me. “I thought you wouldn’t even show up, but you did…looking like this.”

I blinked. “Why would I not show up?”

“The last time you spoke to me was a week ago,” he whispered.

“The last time you touched me you were punishing me in front of your son,” I whispered back.

“In front of your ex whom you… The punk who had a fit every time I touched you, whom you convinced me I was traumatizing,” he whispered through his teeth.

“Do you think now is the time to discuss this?”

He cleared his throat, glancing around the inquisitive faces and hitting Fort’s, who was bluntly trying to eavesdrop. “Not now, not ever.”

“Where is Tirone anyway?”

He shook his head. “He’s been gone all weekend. He left me a message saying he wouldn’t make it to the wedding.”

“I see.” It was probably for the best. I couldn’t help the sudden worry that attacked my chest, though. Part of me wished he were here. The rest of me was concerned about him. Who knew what he was doing? His anger and mental issues weren’t to be taken lightly, especially not after what happened.

Or maybe I didn’t mean that much to him in the first place, and he accepted what happened and moved on. He could be moving on with another girl, or a bunch, right now without a care or regret.

I ignored the stupid stab of jealousy—I was getting married for God’s sake—and took a glance at the guests. “It’s a big turnout.”

“Your plan worked, baby girl. Everybody is here.”

“Any sign for you know whom?”

He smirked. “I sent them an invitation, but they’re a no show. My spies confirmed they’re stuck at their own party. They won’t dare come near you.” He nodded at Fort to start.

We said our I dos in what felt like a serene dream. My heart was flying. My whole world a moment of joy and peace. It was funny how of all the places in the world, I found love in a prison and peace in the arms of a gangster.

“The groom has prepared a little poem for the bride,” Fort announced after Molar, the best man, brought the rings. I thought it was a prank.

Then Laius embraced my gaze. “Like a dark magnet, she draws monsters from their dens. They follow until she brings them to their knees. The fae, the witch, the siren, the good girl all in one.”

Speechless, my lips parted. Then a huge smile stretched my lips as my heart galloped with the echoes of his words. “Wow, Laius,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “That’s so beautiful. You wrote that?”

“Yeah. For you. I love you in my way, but I’ll learn to love you in yours. Anything you want or need, I’ll provide. You inspire me, baby girl.”

My eyes fluttered shut when his lips consumed me. I melted in his arms, forsaking all the pain and fear and shame that had accompanied me all my life. I found a man who was proud to give me his name. A man who wanted and accepted me as I was, who thought he was lucky to have me.

“Yeah, you can kiss the bride and whatnot,” Fort snorted.

“She’s mine, y’all!” Laius yelled, flipping the guests.

Laughter roared, and when the music played, Laius swept me off my feet.

I giggled. “A man of many talents. I didn’t know you could dance like that.”

“I’m old, baby. I know how to do a lot of shit.”

“Hmmm, does that mean you’re up for a challenge?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re alone.”

“Let me guess, another scene from your book?”

“Maybe.” I winked.

He kissed my cheek. “I can’t wait.”

I chuckled, a strong smell of burning coal hitting my nostrils. “What’s that smell?”

“The barbeque.”

My feet stopped for a second. “You’re having a barbeque at our wedding?”

“There’s about two hundred hungry bikers in here. What do you think I’ll feed them?”

“The girls made a lot of food and all kinds of pie for the buffet.”

“The men need their meat, woman.” Laughing, he bent to my ear. “I’ll serve you yours in a jiffy.”

And he did. After hours of talking with other presidents and friends from other chapters over beer, weed and loads of food, we were finally alone in our room. I was surprised he could still sport an erection. I didn’t know how he did it, but men in their forties were nothing like Furore.

Playfully, I took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “I’ve been your good girl for a while, yes?”

He tangled his fingers in my real hair, his eyes smoldering. “Yes. You’ve earned it. When you walked down that aisle, you’ve earned it for a fucking lifetime.”

“Then what’s my reward?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Name it, baby girl.”

“Tonight, I want you to be my good boy.”

His eyes sparkled as he bit his lip. “All right,” he drawled. “You got it, princess.”

He started to undress, but I shook my head. “Keep the tux, but open only two buttons of your dress shirt.”

“Yes, princess.” He followed my instructions. “Do you want me on my knees?”

“Would you?”

“Have you not listened to my poem?”

Correct grammar and the reminder of those beautiful lines? I was melting already. “How could I ever forget?”

“You’re the only woman who can bring me to my knees. But, I did it once on my own. If you want it again, you have to demand it.” His voice dropped an octave in the end, and his eyes grew darker with desire.

“Be a good boy and get on your knees.”

A low groan escaped him as he knelt before me. I clenched hard. The sexy sounds he made when he was aroused always got to me. Watching this powerful, inked sex god at my feet…

He held my foot and took off my shoe, and then the next. Without taking his eyes off me, he planted little kisses on my foot, and, pulling the layers of my dress up, continued up my calf. He licked along my flesh and swirled his tongue around the dip behind my knee. I sucked in a hiss, desire flooding me. He left a wet trail up my thigh as he spread me. Then he stopped right before he reached my panties. “How do you like me to be your good boy now, princess?”

“Eat my pussy,” I hissed. “I want to see my cum on your beard.”

He smacked his lips and then darted his tongue as if he could taste me. “Fuck.” He took off my panties. “I should take off the dress, too, or it’ll be ruined.”

“No. How about you be a good boy and lick it all off? Don’t let a single drop come on the fabric.”

“Jesus…” His breathing grew louder as he dove in.

In no time, I was soaking his face with my orgasm. He devoured me, licking and sucking as I came, prolonging the pleasure.

When I was done, he kept licking me to make sure nothing spilled on the dress. Then he raised his head from between my thighs and gazed at me. His beard glistened with my climax. “You taste so fucking good. What else do you want me to do?”

I slid my fingers under his shirt, touching his chest, and then I unbuttoned the whole shirt, ogling his tattooed muscles. “Now, undress me. I want to be naked for you.”

He stripped me naked, the carnal darkness in his eyes putting me in an erotic trance. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me show you how much of a good boy I can be inside you. Let me show you how much I love you, princess.”

I toyed with him a little first, feeling his hard cock over the pants with my foot and then with my hand. His impressive size never ceased to send a fluttering down my core. “Fuck me hard until I come on your cock.”

He groaned. “Yes, princess.”

As he freed his cock, my eyes roamed over his dangerous beauty, feasting on it hungrily. “How do you like me, princess?”

“On top, with your belt around my neck…my king.”

“Holy fucking…” He dominated me in a heartbeat, giving me his wildness, which I took gladly until I was drenching him one more time.

“Did I do good, princess?”

“Yes,” I panted. “You’re a very good boy.”

“Can I come?”

I nodded, sweaty and spent. “Give me a necklace.”

He groaned a curse, pounded me a few more times before he pulled out, held his cock and covered my breasts with his thick, warm cum.

We stared at each other with wide, sated grins for a while. Then his lips embraced mine in a loving kiss. “I’m gonna make you happy, Jo, and safe.”

“I believe you. I hope I can make you happy, too.”

“You already do. I’ve never been happier.”

The loudness of the ongoing party downstairs suddenly came to my attention. In the haze of the orgasms Laius was giving me, my focus was solely on him and the pleasure he made me feel. “Are they going to party until morning?”

“For sure.”

“Hmmm, what about yesterday? Did you have another party?”

“You mean like a bachelor party?”

“Yes.”

“Princess,” he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine, “my last bachelor party lasted fifteen-years. I didn’t need another one yesterday.”

“Awww. You’re so sweet.”

“Nobody ever called me that, but I’ll take it…only from you.” He tilted his head at the door. “I could kill for a cigarette.”

“Go ahead. I told you I didn’t mind.”

“Not gonna ruin your lungs, though. I’ll go light it outside and check that everything is all right, too.”

“Okay. Don’t be long.”

“I won’t. I ain’t done with you. Don’t sleep.”

“I ain’t done with you either.”

With a chuckle, he put on his pants but took off his jacket and shirt. “Do you want anything? Food, drinks?”

“You know what else I’ve never tried smoking?”

The way he smiled meant he knew the answer. “I got ya. Will bring the good stuff.”

I couldn’t help the internal squeals. I was going to get high for the first time with my super cool husband who had no problems corrupting me. Living on the edge hit differently with Furore. Alone, it was bleak and dreadful. With him, it was so much fun.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Should I clean the pearl necklace or keep it for the next round? With the buzz it felt to have my ol’ man’s cum on my chest, I decided to keep it and wear it with pride. Staring at my flushed face in the mirror and the wide grin I couldn’t take off, I saw the person I always wanted to feel like. After twenty-three years of misery, I was finally myself, unafraid and ridiculously happy.

When I came back into the bedroom, the lights were turned off. There weren’t many to begin with. Furore had adjusted the lights for me to accommodate the sensitivity of my eyes. After wearing contacts all day, the irritation was a nightmare. Now, all the lights were turned off, though.

“Laius?”

A shadow moved in the corner.

“Laius, is that you?” I hurried to turn on the bedside lamp, but strong, familiar, arms wrapped around me from behind, incapacitating my own and pinning me to the wall, and then fingers curled tightly around my neck. A scream got stuck in my throat. “What the hell?”

A man’s erection dug in my backside and then slid to pry me open. I fought with all my force, but when the familiar cock metal hit my folds I fucking stopped, relaxing a bit. “Jesus, Laius. What game is this? And what did you not say something? You could have given me the heads up.” I didn’t know he was into CNC. Or did he read some of my kindle highlights, like Tirone did, and decided to recreate another scene? CNC was one of my many kinks in smut, but not my favorite. I wasn’t saying I disliked it, but it didn’t make it to the top five.

When I relaxed, knowing I was safe, I enjoyed the adrenaline rush the fear gave me along with his hard strokes that had me moaning in no time. However, he needed my consent first.

Besides, it was our wedding night. I didn’t want to remember it that way. “This would have been much sexier if we’d agreed on a scenario. Do you want me to fight and say no or surrender in fear to the dark villain?”

His angry fucking was the only answer I was getting.

“Laius, I don’t like this,” I moaned at the roughness, more in pain than pleasure. I want my good boy.”

“You had your good boy once. Then you betrayed him. That’s all you get now, bitch.”