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chuckling, he kissed the sound from her lips. “God, I love you so much, Ambrosio. More than I thought possible.”

“Ah, my girl. You’ve made a bad man very happy. Don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m real fuckin’ happy you’re mine.”

They swayed and held on. Rider’s hand curving under the tumble of loose curls of her hair.

At that, they were attacked around their legs by a blonde hellion, laughing up at them. Rider reached down and hoisted Harper into his arms, keeping one around Zara. Harper hooked her arm over Zara’s shoulder, joining all three of them. Zane and Knox were zonked out with their grandparents, dressed in the cutest little suits. Harper wore a pale pink dress. Her only requirement was she wanted it ‘fluffy like mama’s,’ so it had fifteen tutu underskirts. She’d been twirling all day.

“Doesn’t mama look pretty?” Rider asked their girl. She grinned at Zara and pressed their foreheads together. “Prettier than cake.”

What a compliment, Zara laughed and kissed her girl before she wanted to be set free again to twirl over to her favorite uncles.

Their life wasn’t run-of-the-mill. It never would be either.

She’d been fully aware of what Rider planned to do earlier. He hadn’t kept it a secret from her. People could say their life wasn’t normal, but it was theirs, and Zara would fight tooth and nail to preserve what they had.

Toward the end of the song, other couples joined them on the dance floor.

Zara danced with her father and then Rider’s father. Then she was passed around her biker family until she ended up back in Rider’s arms three songs later.

His lips met the tip of her nose, and she cuddled into him. Content like never before.

Everyone was together, everyone was happy. No more so than Zara herself.

Rider proved he was the absolute best man for her when his mouth came to her ear and told her. “Only had you a few hours ago, Icy, and I already wanna strip you out of this dress so I can eat you until you scream.”

With the way her face flamed, she was sure everyone must know where her thoughts flew to. She laughed, tugging on his hair, “bad biker-man, someone might hear.”

He didn’t care about that.

Her hormones jumped and fizzled beneath her skin. Fingers tightened around the buttons of his crisp shirt, now rolled up his veiny forearms.

At their table, Zara was pulled onto his lap. His mouth found the side of her neck and she played with the back of his hair. “You waited years to get me here, Rider,” she teased, running the tips of her fingers over his shorn beard, watching how his navy blue eyes flared under her touch. “Do you want to rush us out of here and miss out on the only wedding you’ll ever have?”

“I got my name and ring on you; it’s all I wanted,” he gloated with a smirk twitching his mouth, “everything else is for you.”

He might be a hard-worn, stubborn man, but every word he spoke melted her. “Even the cake?”

Another smirk and a nip of his teeth on her chin, “especially the cake. My dessert is under this dress.”

The mouth on him. Zara chuckled on a steamy breath and pressed their foreheads together.

“You would tempt the devil.” She puffed. Feeling squirmy inside, needing his hands and his mouth on her in the worst way.

“Do I tempt you?”

The bad-biker-man knew he did because he was smiling cocksure and sexy as hell.

“Every day of my life.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

Rider had been the only man who could have given her the sexual confidence she needed to rebuild herself. A glance from him showed her he desired what he saw. A touch from his calloused hands could send her into a tailspin of sticky need.

There were close to two hundred people in the opulent banquet room, and she saw only one man, looking at her with love.

She wanted him too.

Right now.

Rider chuckled and kissed the side of her face. “There she is, my wild woman simmering under the innocence of a blushing bride. Fuckin’ love you, Zara.”

And that’s what they had.

So much love, it was unfeasible some days, to hold all that love inside her.

They weren’t perfect. Not by a long shot.

But they were perfect for each other.

They would always have each other’s backs, this much she knew.

Tonight she would dance her sexy man’s ass off before spending the night in the honeymoon suite. Tomorrow they would head to Cabo for seven whole days.

It was going to be biker-man bliss.

They planned a much longer family European vacation in the summer.

“We did it,” she whispered against his lips, feeling them stretch into a saucy grin. The black wedding band she’d pushed onto his finger kept drawing her eye. Had she known how visceral she felt seeing that symbol of their union on his hand, she would have rushed him to a celebrant long ago.

Even Zara was still learning lessons.

She had nothing to fear by changing their status quo.

If anything, she loved him even more, today than ever before.

“My wife,” he gruffed because he knew that shit turned her on.

If he were lucky, it would be Zara dragging her man out of there before the party broke up.

Bikers were notorious party animals. They could go all night.

Her husband especially.

Husband. Sigh. Zara grinned, slipping her hand into his. “Dance with me again.”

He did.

Over and over.

They partied with all their friends and family before her parents took the kids back to Zara’s house. And the party went on for a few more hours.

Rider was her soulmate. The man who meant the world to her.

But not because he completed her.

Rider was the man who

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