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Lisa couldn't believe it. She was married. Married to the most stunning girl who'd walked this earth. A girl who would stand by her side even if they had nothing, and who was ready to leave behind wealth and power in order to be with her. A girl who loved her so much she'd forgiven her the kind of betrayal most other people would have carried a grudge in their hearts for until the day they died.

The marriage itself had been a swift affair, because Roseanne's family was on their tail, but Lisa would still always remember how stunning Roseanne looked in the white dress, and with a smile that expressed absolute joy. This was how Lisa wanted to remember the couple of minutes that officially bound their lives together.

Celebrations needed to wait, but Bambam had sparkling wine waiting for them in the car, so they shared the bottle as soon as Lisa was back in her black jeans, and Roseanne sported a lacy top that made her cleavage look as if it were begging for Lisa to slide her tongue between her breasts. Her bare legs in bright denim shorts nudged against Lisa's time and time again, and the longing in her eyes created an obscenely heated atmosphere as they exchanged glances behind Bambam's back.

Their great escape had been daring and brash to the point of absurdity. It shouldn't have worked out, yet it did, and now the only thing keeping Roseanne and Lisa from a safe future together was the lack of appropriate transportation. Lisa should have taken her Harley out of the garage, but she'd been too frantic to think about every single detail. In any case, they'd be out of everyone's hair soon.

She didn't yet want to imagine her life cut off from family, cut off from the Smokeys, but there was no other way to be with her love. Roseanne would be her family now, and maybe one day, once enough time had passed, Lisa would be able to reconnect with her parents and siblings. This time, she knew the choice she'd made was right. When she received her patches for selling Roseanne out, her heart had beat just as fast, but it had felt dull and empty. Now? Her chest was about to burst with glee.

Roseanne downed the final drops of champagne. She wore her hair in an elaborate wedding half updo, just like when they'd first met, and Lisa couldn't get over the poetic nature of that fact. Her wife was perfect in every sense of the word. From the tip of her head, to the pretty, manicured toes now hidden in sneakers. Drowning in the faint glow of dusk, she was like a dream come to life.

Lisa leaned over with a sigh, and kissed the flavor of alcohol off the soft mouth. She ran her hand up Roseanne's thigh, toward her center of heat as their tongues tangled. That would do instead of a wedding dance. She couldn't help herself, and slid her fingers all the way to Roseanne's crotch with a groan of triumph. When would they be alone again so that she could lick up and down her wife's plump lower lips?

Nothing was as delicious as the taste of orgasm straight from Roseanne's pussy.

Roseanne let out a little moan, and the minx actually pulled Lisa closer, rocking her hips against the fingers.

"You can't be doing this to me!" Bambam complained from the driver's seat.

Roseanne giggled, trailing her kisses along Lisa's jaw. "You can't look, Bambam. She's your sister."

"That's exactly what I mean. So wrong."

Lisa groaned, already unzipping Roseanne's shorts. "Eyes on the road, brother. Roseanne's your sister-in-law now." The amount of alcohol she'd had could hardly get Lisa drunk, but she still felt intoxicated enough by the love bubbling in her veins every time she looked at Roseanne.

Bambam shook his head. "I can't believe this shit. After all I've done for you two."

Roseanne paid him no mind though and invited Lisa's fingers sliding into her shorts with a little moan. Her pussy lips were hot and slippery already, and Lisa wished for more privacy, because whatever they'd do now, would be a quick affair.

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