“One fuckin’ minute more and you gonna be called Deadman,” Christopher told him.
Father Wilkins glared at Christopher, who glowered in return.
“Get the fuck out the fuckin way, motherfucker,” he barked. “We already married. We ain’t needin’ your fuckin’ ass.” Snatching the priest by the collar, Christopher dragged him out of the way and shoved him back. He dusted his hands and went to the DJ’s booth, returning a moment later with the microphone.
“Sorry, motherfuckers,” he started. “Me and Megan already married, so fuck the lil’ motherfucker.” Christopher glanced at Meggie. “He can say a quick blessin’ after we say our vows, baby.” He smiled at her, then held the microphone out to her. “Let’s hear what the fuck you wrote.”
With hesitation, Meggie glided next to her husband and claimed the microphone. “I want to thank you all for coming. I hope your Valentine’s Day has been as special as mine.”
Catcalls and whistles followed.
When the noise died down, she turned to Christopher. He was the tallest man there, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His green eyes burned, like emeralds on fire. He was simply beautiful, and he was hers.
“Christopher,” she started. “The day I met you was the luckiest day of my life. From then until now, you made it your mission to keep me safe and happy. Your touch lifts me to the highest plateau and makes me fly.”
“Fuckin’ right,” he said, garnering laughter.
“One look at you makes me giddy. One look from you brightens my day. You’ve given me room to grow, never standing in my way, always knowing I’ll never stop loving you. I am proud to be your wife, your lover, your friend, and the mother of your children. You are the sun that keeps me warm and the moon that keeps me grounded. Thank you for being you and thank you for being mine.”
Christopher bent and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Meggie held onto him, not caring that their world saw how passionate they were.
“Outlaw, if you wanna fuck Meggie, take her in the bathroom,” Digger said. “We can wait the two minutes it’ll take you to finish.”
Pulling away from her, Christopher flipped Digger off and took the microphone from Meggie.
“Baby,” he started, “if some motherfucker had told my ass we was doin’ this, I woulda had my vows ready. You thought of whatcha wanted to say to my ass on a fuckin’ dime, so Ima do the same for you.”
Meggie nodded.
“Roses are red,” Christopher began, “violets are blue. I like fuckin’ you and eatin’ your pussy, too. You my breath of fresh air, even if you put gray in my hair. When you was sent to me I got my own special angel. My cock so glad it ain’t no longer in danger. Your tits like peaches, your nipples like cherries and your pussy is as sweet as fuckin strawberries. You laugh, you play, you cook, you clean, you just my amazing lil queen. You keep my ass in line with your one-two knockout in the form of your pussy lockout. You a wonderful mother, friend, and wife, and I’m so fuckin’ thankful to have you in my life.” He smiled at her, and Meggie felt giddy. “You my everything, baby. My pride. My joy. My sun. My moon.”
She launched herself into his arms as the crowd whooped, clapped, and hollered. As usual, Christopher bent and she rained kisses all over his face.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispered.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Christopher,” she responded. This, by far, was the best Valentine’s she’d ever had. “I love you.”
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I like fuckin’ you and eatin’ your pussy, too.
You my breath of fresh air, even if you put gray in my hair.
When you was sent to me I got my own special angel. My cock so glad it ain’t no longer in danger.
Your tits like peaches, your nipples like cherries and your pussy is as sweet as fuckin strawberries.
You laugh, you play, you cook, you clean, you just my amazing lil queen.
You keep my ass in line with your one-two knockout in the form of your pussy lockout.
You a wonderful mother, friend, and wife, and I’m so fuckin’ thankful to have you in my life.
We Are Family—Sister Sledge
Perfect—Ed Sheeran
Pride And Joy—Marvin Gaye
Hard Headed Woman—Elvis Presley
No Frauds—Nicki Minaj, Drake
Bad To The Bone—George Thorogood & the Destroyers
Him & I (with Halsey)—G-Eazy, Halsey
Dreaming Of You—Selena
Insatiable—Prince
Messin’ Around—Pitbull and Enrique Iglesias
Just The Way You Are—Bruno Mars
Scandalous—Prince
Thunder—Imagine Dragons
Outlaws—Alessia Cara
I’ve Got Love On My Mind—Natalie Cole
Mine—Bazzi
Sexy M.F.—Prince
LOVE. FEAT. ZACARI.—Kendrick Lamar and Zacari
Codeine Dreaming (feat. Lil Wayne)—Kodak Black and Lil Wayne
Candy Paint—Post Malone
That’s What Friends Are For—Dionne Warwick
This Girl—Hunter Hayes
Love On The Brain—Rihanna
Love Will Turn You Around—Kenny Rogers
Human—Rag ‘n’ Bone Man
Filthy—Justin Timberlake
Can’t Help Falling in Love—Elvis Presley
Connected By Love—Jack White
Night Time Is The Right Time—Ray Charles
The Champoin—Carrie Underwood and Ludicris
Just To Be Close To You—The Commodores
Goosebumps—Travis Scott
Stand By Your Man—Tammy Wynette
Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked—Cage The Elephant
Wolves—Selena Gomez
Sex and Candy—Marcy Playground
Our Love—Natalie Cole
Low Rider—War
Crazy—Patsy Cline and The Jordanaires
Woman—John Lennon
Brick House—The Commodores
Truffle Butter—Nicki Minaj, Drake, and Lil Wayne
All of Me—John Legend
Burning Love—Elvis Presley
Every Breath You Take—The Police
This Is How We Roll—Florida Georgia Line
I Have Nothing—Whitney Houston
Afterword
Thank you for reading An Outlaw Valentine.
If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review
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means a lot to me to hear what you think.
Phoenix Rising Rock Band Series
Inferno
Incendiary
Inflame
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Death Dwellers MC Series
Misled
Misappropriate
Misunderstood
Misdeeds
Misbehavior
Misjudged
Misguided
Misalliance
Misconduct
A Very Christopher Christmas
Misfit
Mistrust
Misgivings
Outlaw’s Dictionary
Death Dwellers: The Complete Series
An Outlaw Valentine
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Dirty Boys Studio Series
Dirty Boy
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Other Titles
All My Tomorrows
Dangerous
Riveted
Pink: Hot ‘N Sexy for a cure: The
Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology
When Clubs Collide
Desire Me
I’d like to thank Crystal Cuffley for her lovely graphic design. You’re the best. Thank you Melissa Kulis for all your help and support. Thank you T.E. Black for working with me. Welcome to my crazy world!
Thank you, Mama Kelly, for your endless hours of debate, discussion, encouragement, annoyance, and insistence. Your tireless conversations about the
Death Dwellers MC, in particular, Kendall, and your demand for more, motivated me to write another book about the club.
Finally, I want to thank my fans for your support and you dedication to Team Outlaw and Team Kendall. I couldn’t do this without you.
Kathryn Kelly is living her dream and writing books. She's always been an avid reader and still devours books in her spare time. She also enjoys football, socializing, music, eating, and jokes. In her head, she's the ultimate biker babe. In reality, she's an ordinary girl-next-door and a native New Orleanian. Since the release of Misled in December 2013, she’s been living her dream of writing books. In August 2015, her life took a dramatic turn with the diagnosis of Stage 2B HER2 Positive Breast Cancer. She underwent a double mastectomy, lymph node removal, and breast reconstruction in February 2016. The support of her family, friends, and fans helped her to stay strong and keep her head up. #F*ckCancer became her rallying cry. Now located in the Houston area, she’s once again cancer free. Her hair is growing back and her nails are returning to normal. Currently, she is plotting her next book.
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Email: katkelwriter@outlook.com