Page 46 of Monster

My wedding day.It felt strange to be actually thinking those words. Never in a million years did I ever think I would even want to. If you had asked me a few months earlier whether I would ever get married I would have laughed in your face.

Me, Monster, getting married and being happy about it? It was comical. But that was before I met Angela. Before one simple job for The Family had put her smack, bang in the middle of my life.

Neither of us had wanted to fall in love, but that’s how it happens sometimes or so I’ve been told.

I couldn't imagine my life without Angela now. I didn’t even want to try. She completed me when I didn't even know I needed completing.

From my place in the middle of our bed, I squinted at the sunshine that was pouring in through a chink in the curtains, cursing myself that I hadn't closed them properly the night before. But the moment I caught sight of her standing by the window, my eyes flew open.

Angela was as naked as the day she was born. Her long dark hair tangled down her slender back. Her perfectly round ass was on full display as she peered through a gap in the drapes. I didn’t know what she was looking at but I was enjoying the view of her standing there.

I loved the way she was unabashed about her nakedness. She didn’t pretend to be shy or coy. Angela knew she looked good. She liked being naked. Which suited me just fine because I liked her being naked as well.

“Come back to bed, woman,” I growled out, casting a quick glance at the clock by my bedside. It was still early. We had hours before we had to get up and prepare for our big day.

“I’m not sleepy,” she murmured, not turning from her place spying on whatever was going on outside.

Laughing, I flicked open the blankets at my side. Cool air rushed over my lower stomach and I shivered. I wasn’t sleepy either, but I could think of better things to be doing than peering out the window as well. Namely, things that involved us rolling around on the bed and getting sweaty.

“I wasn’t talking about going back to sleep, Angel. Come back to bed so I can have my way with you.” Chuckling, I sat up, patting the bed beside me. “Come on, Angel. I want to fuck you silly before you’re my wife.”

Throwing a glance over her shoulder, Angela grinned. I could tell by her smile that she liked the sound of that, but she hesitated. Her eyes drifted between me and the window.

Something obviously had her attention. “What’s got you so mesmerised out there?” Padding as naked as she was, I made my way over to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her against my front. Leaning over her shoulder, I twitched the curtain out of the way to see what was drawing attention away from me on today of all days.

A small crowd had gathered outside even though it was early morning when most of my club brothers should have been asleep. A cerulean blue bike and the small figure that had obviously ridden it in was the focus of their attention.

“Oh.” I chuckled. “She came then.” I eyed the petite blonde below me with a grin. When I had invited her, I didn't think in a million years that she would actually show up. But I was glad she had. And so was the rest of the club by the looks of it.

Well, maybe not all of the club.

There was one brother who I knew wouldn’t be happy.

“Who is she? She’s wearing a cut but I can’t see what it says. It doesn’t look like one of The Savage Sons cuts...” Angela leant her head back against my shoulder.

“No, it’s not a property cut, she hasn’t worn one of those for years.” Being this close to her and both of us naked was making it hard to concentrate. The blood was leaving my brain and rapidly heading south. I pushed myself against her ass.

“So she used to?” As always, Angela didn’t miss a beat. Craning her head back, she attempted to capture my eye. “Should I be worried? She’s kind of beautiful.”

Yeah, the woman was kind of beautiful. But she had nothing on my angel. “There’s no reason to be jealous. I only have eyes for you.” I kissed my way over her bare shoulder. “She used to belong to Hansel. She’s his ex-wife.”

“Hansel has an ex-wife?” I couldn’t blame her for the disbelief in her voice. Hansel was a player, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it either.

“They may still be married, I don't know the ins and outs of Hansel’s love life.” I shrugged. “But yeah, that’s Gretal.”

I didn’t want to talk about them anymore. I was glad she had come, but Gretal wasn’t what I wanted to focus on. Not when I had the most beautiful woman in the world in my arms. Spinning her around, I kissed Angela. I put everything I felt into that kiss. And it was as wild as my feelings for her.

“Come back to bed.” I nipped at her ear.

“Her arrival is going to cause fireworks isn’t it?” Angela moaned back at me as I sucked the offending ear lobe into my mouth. I paused, pulling away slightly.

“Yeah, it probably is.” Searching her face, I couldn’t help but mirror her smile. “Why do you look so excited about that?”

She shrugged in an attempt to act innocent. “Oh, I don't know, I mean is it really a wedding without the entertainment of a family fight?” Her eyes danced. “And I’m thinking the entertainment has just arrived.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. “Angela you really are an evil, little devil.”

“I’m your evil, little devil, Monster.”

That sounded good to me. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to be in bed with the devil for the rest of my life.

***The End***