“Alright, let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He kissed me again, smacked me on the ass, and said, “Let’s go.”

I laughed again, and did exactly like he wanted and got up.

***

Several hours later, we stood in front of a judge. I had on a white sundress that I bought a local department store. It was strapless, fitted around my breasts and flowed to the floor. My hair was twisted up in a french twist with loose curled tendrils hanging around my face. I went darker on my make-up, making my eyes pop. Gun wanted to wear his new Captain America shirt. Gunner wanted him to dress up. Gun looked at him pointedly and asked, “Are you?” Needless to say, Gun won that round and I didn't really care what he wore.

Gunner did buy a new pair of jeans that he paired with a black button down shirt. The top two buttons were undone showing off some of his ink. He had his patch on top of it and the sleeves on his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Next to Gunner to bear witness, stood Ace and Shane, neither of them dressed up, but I didn't care about that either. The only thing that really mattered was that Gunner Reed and I were getting married.

The judge began his very efficient vows when Gunner shockingly cut him off. “You don’t mind, got something I’d like to say.”

“By all means,” the judge said clearly uncomfortable in the presence of bikers.

“You used to watch me. I knew. You watched me for so fucking long.” The judge cleared his throat obviously displeased with his language. I just smiled as Gunner shot him a look. “Thing is, I loved your eyes on me. Once I saw you staring, I hoped your eyes would never leave me. Well, we know how that went, but I got some promises I been making, and in front of you, our boy and the rest of these fools, I want you to promise me that your eyes will always be on me. Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“You promise to never leave me. To not let me do anything stupid, and to love me forever?”

I laughed, “I thought you said you had promises?”

“I do, but I gotta hear yours first.”

“Then, yeah baby, I promise I’ll love you forever. I’ll never leave you.”

“Thank fuck, and I promise, that as long as air is coming from my lungs, I’ll be right there for your eyes to watch me. I’ll be with you so much you’ll get sick of me, and then when you need space, I promise to give it to you, but that I won’t be happy because we wasted too much fucking time apart. I promise to love you. I promise to fucking cherish you, and mostly Mouse, I promise I’ll never let anything hurt you again. It’s me, you and Gun. You’re my family, and I promise to do right by you.”

“I love you, Gunner.”

I couldn't wait. I reached up and kissed Gunner, hard. The judge cleared his throat again and then declared, “Alrighty, by the power invested in me, by the State of Ohio, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

I kissed my husband again, telling him how much I loved him in between kisses. After a minute, we broke apart. He grabbed my hand, and we left the courthouse. Outside, Donnie, who thankfully ended up being okay, handed me my patch, and I put it on over of my dress. The rest of his brothers, their old ladies and a few of the girlfriends, if that’s what you could call them, all shouted, whistled and hugged or slapped each other’s backs.

Reggie took Gun in his truck, and I found my place behind Gunner. It was exactly where I wanted to be.

We rode away from the courthouse with as many of The Bleeding Scars MC that could be present on such short notice. I was chilly being that it was fall and I had a sundress on, so I clung tightly to Gunner hoping we’d get back to the clubhouse soon. We stopped at an intersection and directly across from us at the opposing light was Hades surrounded by several Hades Runners. My breath caught and I was so afraid that today, my happiest day, was going to be ruined.

I squeezed Gunner letting him know I was afraid. He shot Hades a glance who lifted his chin and we rode away without any problems. I knew we had a pass for the day, but it wasn't over. How could it be? Today, we were okay. No, not just okay. Today, we were more than okay. Today, we didn't let those scars bleed into our future. Today we moved forward.

I didn't look back to see where they went. Neither of us let them seep any further into today. What we did do was go back to his clubhouse, party hard and when we were done, we went home, made love, and I never woke up another day where I wasn't Charlie Reed in my husband’s arms.

The End

Epilogue Gunner

Us

We’re in your studio. A few boxes are stacked next to the wall of mirrors and six stripper poles extend down the center of the studio. I’m sitting in the chair your note requested I sit in. I look around and smile. It’s so genuine. My life with you makes me really fucking happy, and watching you fulfill your dream? Priceless. You really out did yourself. When you told me your dream was to open a studio to teach housewives how to strip, I have to admit, I thought you were a little nuts, but after seeing it? Damn. Well, I’m just reminded of how smart you are.

The room goes dark and then blue and purple lights flash. You are there on the pole. You’re wearing a black, silk robe, cinched tightly at the waist, black, thigh high, silk stockings, and black, spiked heels.

“Goddamn, my wife is sexy,” I murmur. No one is here to hear me and I know you can't over the music, but you’re beyond enticing.

Awolnation’s ‘Sail’ starts to thrum through the room. The bass is loud and I watch you. Your body moves slowly at first, one hand grabbing the pole. You move around it in a circle.

I’m mesmerized.

Never have I felt my heart thrum more through my veins than in this moment.

You bend at the waist and flip back up as they sing “sail”. Your hair flips. Your hands roam over your body, moving seductively over your silk, covered breast. The urge to move to you, grab you and fuck you silly is strong. You’re a drug. I know your potency will only get stronger, if I wait. You smile at me as your eyes glance down to see my cock straining against my jeans. You sway your hips. You tease me.

Hand over hand, you raise your body on the pole. Your ankle is hooked around it, and I admire the shape of your legs. They’re toned and tan, and right now, look longer than I’ve ever seen them. You begin to spin on the pole. Your body is a work of art. I want to rip the robe off of you, and see all you have to bare, but this is your show. One you are giving to me quite nicely.