Page 2 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

MAXIM

I look over at where our gorgeous wife is surrounded by the old ladies of the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club and Kirby, the woman who has tamed Wolfe, Dominic, and Hendrix.

She has a huge smile on her face and her laughter rings out.

It gives me a feeling of lightness I haven’t been able to get used to in the weeks since she came into our lives.

Oaklynn is glowing and it’s wonderful to see her relaxing while surrounded by women. The fact that these women all hold their own with their men, no matter how many there are, only makes me a little nervous because Oaklynn doesn’t need any partners in crime. Friendship? Sure.

Hopefully, they won’t get into too much trouble.

My eyes travel down my woman’s body and my breath gets caught in my throat again.

Just like it did when I first saw her standing at the end of the aisle today.

If only Wolfe hadn’t been next to her and kissing her on the cheek.

But I’m sure as fuck not going to do anything to take family away from her.

There is something classic and old Hollywood about her in her dress. Effortless. Soft, but strong.

I’ve been tantalized by the slit in the dress since the moment she started walking down the aisle toward us. She probably planned it that way. The tease.

Rites, the VP of the DSMC who has claimed Navy along with Crucify, an enforcer, and Spark, the Prez, sidles up next to me with a huge grin on his face and his eyes trained on his woman.

One thing I’ve learned about these bikers is that when they fall for their woman, they fall hard and don’t look back.

“It takes a strong woman to take on men like us,” there’s a seriousness in his voice that isn’t like the man normally.

Even while he takes care of those around him, which means always having his eyes open, he does it without taking himself or anything too seriously.

“The problem is being possessive when it comes to a strong woman. It’s not easy to balance the two. ”

“What’s your trick?” I find myself asking the question without even realizing it.

When the hell did Rites become a font of wisdom? I almost laugh at myself because I would never have thought I’d see the day when I first met him.

“Orgasms,” he deadpans.

After a heartbeat, we both laugh, the sound cutting through our wedding reception and drawing attention. Not that I give a shit.

I look over towards the women and meet Oaklynn’s brown eyes.

Her cheeks are flushed as if she knows exactly what we’re discussing.

Maybe she does, considering the snippets of conversations I’ve walked into when she’s with these women over the last few months.

Those women are not shy about their men and how much pleasure they enjoy.

They’re bawdy broads. And I love it for our woman.

“I’m not sure if I want to slit your throat or assure you that our woman is more than happy in the orgasm department,” I speak out of the side of my mouth while not taking my eyes off Oaklynn.

Rites chuckles before slapping my back and striding towards the women.

He plants a kiss on Navy which has her clinging to his cut.

Even from a distance I can tell how breathless she is when he pulls back, plants a kiss on her forehead, and turns toward the bar after making sure she’s steady on her feet.

A drink sounds damn good.

The ladies are giggling, Navy still looking a little stunned, and I wink at our woman as I make my way to the bar as well. It’s not easy to stop myself from heading toward her.

Everything about her teases my senses and no matter how many times I’ve had her, I’ll never get enough. Tonight is going to be a little different and knowing it has caused tension to zip between us throughout the reception.

We’ve spent the last two months building our relationship, making our love something stronger without the shadow of any expectations, especially the ones Chambers put on his daughter.

Watching our woman come into herself and becoming even stronger has been a blessing.

I can’t remember the last time I felt like anything in this life is a blessing.

Until her.

Oaklynn.

Our woman.

While we’ve been making Oaklynn our center, our heart, we haven’t taken her all together. I’m not even sure when we agreed to wait, but it happened with silent understanding.

Tonight, that is all changing.

“I’m about to throw her over my shoulder and run away with her, whether you fuckers follow or not,” Baker growls as he comes up next to me and nods toward the bartender as she delivers the whiskey I didn’t even need to ask for.

“What can I get for you?” The question is purred by the bartender as she leans over the bar toward Baker as if we’re not at our fucking wedding reception.

I glare at the woman, but her focus is completely on Baker. Fucking hell, we were all announced as the grooms.

Was she not paying attention? Or does she just not care?

Baker’s whiskey eyes darken as he looks over the bartender. She must think it’s a look of appreciation because she practically preens. It takes a special person to ignore the disgust in a man’s eyes, but she’s pulling it off without an issue.

I would cringe if I didn’t have such great seats for the entertainment.

“This is my wedding reception,” Baker’s voice is ice cold.

The woman scoffs and rolls her eyes before folding her arms under her tits to press them up while leaning fully against the bar.

“It can’t be real. The four of you with only her?

” She shakes her head with disapproval. “You should be able to find a little fun,” she tries to sound seductive but falls short.

Way fucking short.

“You’re out of fucking line,” Baker growls.

I can feel the anger coming off of him. The fact that this woman hasn’t backed off and apologized profusely makes her extremely stupid or just that desperate. I’m not sure which would be worse.

While taking a sip of my drink, I watch, enthralled, as a hand tipped with red fingernails appears over Baker’s shoulder. I almost choke on whiskey when Oaklynn’s face appears, her eyes trained on the bartender with a focus which should have the woman rearing back and putting her head down.

“Baker,” our woman purrs, “is there an issue over here?”

She may be directing her question at Baker, but her eyes never leave the woman. At least the bartender has the sense to stand up and drop her arms, no longer trying to make her tits spill out of the top of her uniform.

“Nope,” Baker pops the p, “no issue on my end. I’m more than capable of popping an over inflated ego and sense of self-worth.”

“Oh,” Oaklynn coos, “I know you are, but who doesn’t want to enjoy a show on their wedding day?”

She still doesn’t look away from the bartender who has now taken a few steps back. It’s the first smart thing she’s done.

Our woman practically glides around Baker to stand in front of him.

“Have a little class,” she tsks while looking beyond disappointed at the bartender.

“Hitting on the groom, no matter if there is one or more than one, during the reception? It’s just trashy behavior.

” She narrows her eyes and leans forward, her voice dropping to a menacing tone, “Don’t you have work to do? ”

The bartender scurries off only to be almost instantly replaced by an older gentleman. “Can I get you anything Mrs. Volkov? Maybe some champagne?”

Oaklynn’s smile turns kind and generous instead of predatorial.

“I’d love a whiskey, and it looks like my husband needs one as well.

” She nods her head toward Baker because the flirty bartender, who has no idea she’ll be blacklisted before the reception is even over, didn’t do her job.

“Mixing champagne at this point will push me right over the line into messy.”

The man chuckles under his breath before quickly delivering our woman’s drink along with Baker’s. I can’t tear my eyes away from her as she takes a sip. My cock is so hard that it’s become painful.

The only thing preventing me from reaching down and adjusting myself is knowing the guys will give me shit for it. Talk about never hearing the end of it.

“ Zolotse ,” I murmur, “you have no idea how fucking sexy that was.”

She winks at me and leans back into Baker’s chest. He runs his nose up the length of her neck not helping how turned on I am as I watch her shiver in response.

“Little Bee,” Baker murmurs against her skin, just loud enough that I can hear, “you called me your husband.”

“Well, that’s what you are,” her tone is matter of fact. Her brown eyes meet mine looking molten with her need. “You are too.”

I hold my hand up to show off my wedding ring, one which I wear with pride. “And damn happy about it.”

Glancing around, it doesn’t take me but a second to see Kirill and Huck making their way toward us. The way Kirill’s jaw is set tells me just how on edge he is.

I’m kind of surprised we lasted this long. Not only has our woman been teasing us, but the need for us to claim her together has grown every day while we’ve been planning our wedding. Now, the time has come.

After downing the rest of my drink, I nod toward Oaklynn’s. She follows suit, understanding my silent communication as her eyes sparkle with curiosity and desire. The way she’s looking at me, like I’m about to make all of her fantasies come true, has me swallowing hard.

I’ve never been the kind of man to be nervous about taking a woman to bed, but this is different. Tonight, we’ll be sealing our vows and making our woman the center of our family. Mostly I’m relieved that it’s finally happening.

But a small part of me is scared.

What if it’s too much for her?

What if we push her too hard?

What if having her between us, with all of us focused on her at the same time, isn’t something she wants?

Before I can spiral any more, Oaklynn’s smaller body is pressed against mine with her hands cradling my jaw. She comes into focus in front of me slowly, the fear trying to pull my mind into a place I didn’t even know existed.

“You don’t need to worry, Maxim,” her voice is soft and coaxing. “Tonight is going to be perfect. I’m not sure why we’ve waited for all of us to be together, but this is right.”

My doubts drift away as I grip her hips and lift her up and over my shoulder, my movements slow and smooth because I don’t want to jostle her too much. I nod toward Baker who pulls his phone out and sends a message quickly before falling into step beside me.

We meet up with Kirill and Huck just as the sound of the rotors of a helicopter start up. There was no way that we were going to last during the drive home, so I made sure there was a better, faster, form of transportation available for us.

Oaklynn giggles and I smooth a hand over her ass, not giving a fuck who is watching. Kirill smirks at me before he turns and waves at our guests. They’ll stay and party the night away, just as it should be.

Now, it’s time to get our woman home.

It’s a damn good thing we thought ahead and made sure our place had a large enough space to land a helicopter. None of us thought we’d be using it to get home after our wedding, but why look a gift horse in the mouth?

I only put Oaklynn down when our ride comes into view. Her eyes are wide and full of surprise as she looks at me with a huge smile on her face.

“I’ve never been in a helicopter before,” she shouts slightly to make sure we can hear her over the noise of the blades slicing through the air, the anticipation building with every rotation.

“There are going to be a lot of firsts tonight, Solnishko ,” Kirill’s voice slices through the noise easily. “Are you ready?”

She squeezes her thighs together and nods sharply. “I’m more than ready, husbands. Take me home.”

With her hand firmly in mine, I lead her toward the helicopter which will make this trip in a matter of minutes. I have a feeling it still won’t be fast enough.