Tiny

“Dude, I thought my woman was bad,” Lash said, walking into the room to slap him on the back.

Tate was the matron of honor while Sophia, Kelsey, and Angel were bridesmaids along with Sandy. The other woman had stuck around and lived with Stink in a platonic friendship. Tiny knew Stink wished it was different. He couldn’t force women to give his men a chance even though he wished it was the case. Killer was moping around because Kelsey only wanted to be friends.

Killer was a good man and had protected his women when Tiny couldn’t.

“Shut the f**k up. This is what Eva wanted,” Tiny said, tugging on the tie around his neck. He felt trapped with the tight clothing. Thinking about Eva and the happiness he’d see made him stop tugging.

“I thought Tate was insane with her baby shower and wedding, but this is too much,” Murphy said. One side of his face was still bandaged after his latest hospital appointment.

“I’ll never forget all that f**king pink,” Nash said, shuddering.

Angel, Sophia, and Tate were all starting to show. Tiny was nervous to be a granddaddy. He didn’t feel old enough to be a granddaddy.

Shaking his head, he stared at his men feeling proud of what he’d created.

Eva demanded a church wedding where all of his men wore proper suits with top hats and kept their language to a minimum. This was the dream wedding she’d imagined as a child. Ned had flown in to give her away.

“We’ve got to go. I can’t stick around here waiting. I need to get there and hope she comes to me at the altar.” Last night he’d dreamed she left him stood there, waiting for her to collect him. Checking his cuffs, he headed outside to hear the guests talking. Walking down the aisle he stood in front of the priest. He didn’t look behind him, but he knew the two areas were separated. On one side were his men and some of the townsfolk while on the other Eva’s father and his boys who were her family also stood waiting for the event.

Ned had given him a warning about hurting Eva, but Tiny wouldn’t be hurting the woman he loved.

“Sir, are you ready?” the priest asked.

“We will be.” He nodded at the priest and gave him a smile. Tiny had never been married in a church like this with rose petals dotting the aisle. He’d married Patricia in a cheap church in Vegas.

Silence fell on the room, and the music started up.

“Tiny, you’re up,” Alex said, standing beside his side. Alex was his best man and held the ring he intended to use to claim his woman.

Turning toward his woman, Tiny felt desire lurch inside him replacing anything else he was thinking. Eva looked up at him and smiled. She wore a beautiful white gown that cupped her br**sts showing a generous curve of cle**age. The dress had no arms or shoulders, and instead it billowed out making her look like a princess. The veil she wore was down her back, her face exposed for him to see.

The moment he looked at her, everything else fell away. This was what he wanted and who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Ned cleared his throat, and Tiny thanked him, taking Eva from her father. “I’ll take care of her.”

“You better.”

Tiny was sure Ned threatened to kill him as he walked away. He didn’t care. Eva was by his side, ready to become his wife. Facing his woman, Tiny listened to the priest and said his words.

Soon he was sliding his ring onto her finger, and Eva turned to Tate. His daughter moved forward. Her stomach was nicely rounded showing her budding motherhood.

Eva slid a ring on his finger, and the priest said those special words. They were drowned out as he claimed her lips and the crowd erupted in whistles, cheers, and applause.

“You’re mine now, Eva. You can’t run from me.”

“I can run. It just means when you catch me we can have a lot more fun.”

Sinking his hand into her hair, he tilted her head back to slam his lips back on hers. There was nowhere else he wanted to be other than in her arms feeling her lips on his. “I love you,” he said.

“It’s time for photos,” Tate said, squealing.

The rest of the day went by in a blur as Tiny kept Eva by his side. The only time he released her was when she danced with her father. He watched her never taking his eyes off her.

Sipping at his wine, Tiny knew nothing else could go wrong. His love for Eva would get him through.

****

Seven months later

Eva groaned as Tiny rubbed lotion into her skin. They’d been married for seven months, and they’d only just got around to going on their honeymoon. She didn’t want to leave the club as they were dealing with the compound rebuild. Tate had given birth to a beautiful bouncing boy. Eva remembered the screaming as Tate hadn’t made it to the hospital. She’d given birth at home. Angel did better, giving birth to a son, but she’d made it to hospital. Lash stayed with her in the room, holding her hand as his son was brought into the world. Sophia was last giving Nash a daughter. Eva chuckled thinking about the look on Nash’s face when he realized he’d be raising a girl and looking at Tate. The man had looked petrified. The last few months had been magical even if she was now a grandma at the ripe old age of twenty-nine. She didn’t mind at all.

With everything happening she hadn’t given any thought to finding the time for a honeymoon. Only when his men had sent them to the airport with their honeymoon booked did Eva think it best to leave.

“Are you ready for me to f**k you again?” Tiny asked, rubbing lotion against her legs. Alex had given them three weeks at his private villa on his private island. Eva didn’t know where as they’d not been disturbed by anyone. Also, she was lying on the beach na**d as a very na**d Tiny was massaging oil into her skin.

Her body was on fire for him.

Tiny turned her over and began to suck on her ni**les. “So f**king big and full.” He kissed one breast and then the next.

His hands dropped down to the curve of her stomach. They stared at each other, and Eva smiled. “Are you feeling a bit possessive, Daddy?” she asked, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

She’d found the news out a month ago. Eva was pregnant with his baby. Tiny had looked pale when she told him the news. He’d then announced a party and celebration with the fact he was going to be a father again.

Tate loved the news. She’d always wanted a younger brother or sister to boss around.

“What do you think it is?” Tiny asked, touching her stomach.

“I don’t know. Do you care?”

“No, not really. Well, yes, if it’s a girl I think we’ve had enough from Tate to last us a long time. A boy is even worse. Look at Nash and Lash,” Tiny said.