A Little Wedding – MC Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 25071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
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“Little Rebel, you’re not in Wonderland and you’re not shrinking. Nothing is topsy-turvy.”

She sighed. “Well, that’s a huge disappointment.”

Betsy started giggling.

“We’ll leave the two of you,” Jewel said. “Have a nice night, Dukey.”

Duke mumbled something as he picked Sunny up. Something about Jason not spanking her ass enough.

“Why would Jason spank my ass?” Sunny asked as he carried her along the passage and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. “I don’t want a spanking, and not for him. The only person who can spank me is you, Dukey.”

“Darn straight. I was talking about Jason spanking Jewel’s ass. And my name isn’t Dukey. Jewel is never going to let me live that down.” He handed her the toothbrush.

She brushed her teeth quickly, giggling every time she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t know why, she just did. He wet a face cloth and wiped her face clean before picking her back up.

“I love Jewel. And Betsy and Millie. And everyone else,” she cried, flinging her arms up as Duke sat her on the bed. “But most of all, Dukey, I love you.”

She tapped her finger on his nose as she said that. Just to emphasise her point.

“I love you, Sunny.”

She sighed. Then she sniffled. “Do you really?”

“Of course, I do. Why are you upset?” he asked gently as he stripped her down to her panties.

“I don’t know. I’m being silly.”

He sat next to her, pushing her hair off her face. “You’re tired and you’ve had a few cocktails.”

“More than a few,” she replied solemnly.

“Tomorrow, we’re going to have a talk.” He got up and grabbed one of her unicorn nightgowns.

“Oh, no!” she wailed as he helped her get into the nightie. “Does talk mean a spanking? I don’t want a spanking, Daddy.”

He eyed her. “Have you done something to deserve a spanking?”

She frowned, thinking hard. “Not that I can remember. I did stand out of the sunroof tonight.”

“What sunroof?”

“Of the limo. As it was driving.”

“What? And no one thought to stop you? That’s dangerous.”

“But it was fun. And I’m a rebel! A rebel without a cause. A badass motherfucker.” She put her hand over her mouth as he gave her a warning look. “I mean, a badass Daddy’s girl. Yep, that’s what I meant.”

“Remind me to talk to you about that tomorrow,” he said as she yawned, her eyelids growing heavy.

“Sure thing, Daddy. I’ll be sure to do that. Totally.”

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” he warned. “I’m going to go get you some painkillers and water.” He returned quickly, helping her swallow the pills and gulp down some water before he tucked her into bed.

“Daddy, you’re the best.”

“I know.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, my girl.”

Yep, everything was wonderful.

2

Everything was not wonderful.

Sunny bent over the toilet, vomiting. Actually, by now, she was just dry retching since there was nothing left in her tummy.

“I’m dying,” she wailed.

Duke was crouched next to her. He was holding her hair back with one hand while using his other hand to rub her back.

“You’re not dying, Little Rebel.”

“Uh-huh, I am. I’m dying. And right before my wedding. That’s . . . that’s just so sad.”

“Baby, you’re just hungover.”

“I don’t like being hungover.” She wanted to crawl into a ball and just hit rewind so she could go back twelve hours and not drink five cocktails and then eat a huge hamburger on the way home.

It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time. Like hanging out the sunroof of a limo. Yeah, she better not tell Duke about that. Although she had this strange feeling that she might have already . . .

Whoops.

Stupid alcohol. She didn’t understand why people drank.

“There’s a bear in my head banging on drums. Make him stop.”

“A bear playing drums?”

“No, Daddy. Banging on drums. He’s being very inconsiderate.”

“Why a bear?”

She would have glared at him if she thought it was safe to turn her head. “Obviously because bears are very clumsy and they kind of thump around. There’s no way they could master the drums.”

She thought that was obvious.

“Baby, that’s the weirdest argument I’ve ever heard.”

“Then don’t get me started on the snakes in my tummy. Make it stop? Please?”

“I’ll try, Little Rebel,” he soothed. “Come on, it seems you’ve stopped vomiting. Let’s get you in the shower.”

“Can’t shower.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No, I’ve got to pee first.”

“All right. I’ll get you something to wear.” He helped her up, then reached under her nightie and drew down her panties.

“I don’t remember getting ready for bed last night.” She rubbed at her head as he settled her on the toilet.

“You asked me if I had hot pants and you thought that you were in Wonderland.”

“Oh.” Right. Like that all made sense.

“Don’t move off the toilet until I’m back.”

Pfft. She could go to the toilet on her own. She wasn’t ill, just seriously regretting her choices last night.



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