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She gathered clean clothes, more comfortable for a barbecue in the yard in celebration of their wedding. "You can't do that."

Rushing out of the room, she disappeared across the hallway. He went to the dresser, found one of his shirts, and cleaned his dick. Tossing the dirty laundry in the basket in the corner of the room, he went to the closet and picked out a pair of clean jeans.

As he was tying his boots, the house rumbled from the parade of motorcycles approaching the house. He slipped his Tarkio vest on and walked out of the bedroom.

Knocking on the bathroom door, he yelled, "Company, sis."

"I'm almost dressed," she yelled through the door.

He went out to the living room and peered through the window. Behind at least a hundred Tarkio members who came to the party to celebrate the wedding, a caravan of pickups headed toward the house. Each one loaded with furniture.

Tired of living in a house with only a bed, he was going to make sure his wife had everything she needed.

Chapter 36

Twyla

Several large sheet cakes with white frosting and baby-blue roses splattered along the edges sat on the oblong table erected in the front yard. Twyla locked gazes with Angie, then curled in front of Whip and whispered, "What's my sister doing here?"

Whip's eyes scanned the crowd and came back to her. "You don't have any family members here. I had Ringtail invite her."

"I can't deal with her today." She pressed her lips together. "It's our day."

"If she doesn't behave, I'll take care of her." He kissed her upturned lips. "Just enjoy yourself."

"I'm your wife." She warmed, already wanting him again.

He chuckled. "My old lady."

She kissed him again. "I'm starving."

"They're waiting for you to cut the cake." He patted her ass.

She stepped toward the table and glanced at him. "You know a lot about weddings. Are you sure you weren't married before?"

At the courthouse, he never hesitated when they filled out the permit to get married. She was his first. He was her first.