Epilogue

Two Years Later

Priest

The blindfold was a bad idea.

Guiding a man my size through a field of rocks and twigs is never a good idea, but I am a man in love and would do anything the love of my life asks of me. Hell, I know I would walk into a burning flame if she wanted me to.

"Can you please trust me? I'm not going to let you fall." My wife's enchanting voice distracts me from the disaster that is waiting to happen. Her siren call is a soft melody that dances in the air, filling my heart with warmth and love. When she laughs, it's bright and airy, filled with so much tenderness, it makes me fall even deeper in love with her, something I never thought could happen.

"Princess . . ."

"We're almost there," she whispers giddily, her pure joy transferring to me, and I find myself smiling too. I have been doing a lot of that lately.

"We've been walking for an hour."

"You are just being dramatic. It hasn't even been ten minutes," she scolds. "How is it I never noticed how impatient you are?"

Because we did everything backward. Unlike most people who date then get married, Sky and I did the opposite. We got married first and then slowly learned the other's unique quirks. Like her little habit of rearranging the furniture in the middle of the night when she can't sleep. It wasn't until I stubbed my toe on the way to get a glass of water one night that I made it a habit not to walk in the dark around the house. Or even more charming, the way she used to trade the cigarettes in my jacket pockets for snacks or lip balm or any number of random trinkets.

I choke back a laugh at the memory of the one time during an operation to catch the cop who'd been working with the traffickers, I reached into my jacket for my cigarettes only to find them replaced with a tube of shiny pink lip gloss. Knight had looked over right at that moment and let me know that rose wasn't really my color. He still hasn't let me live it down. The message to quit smoking was clear. Suffice it to say, I never touched another cigarette from that day.

The memory of finally catching the motherfucker that was taking advantage of his position in the community as a police officer who could be trusted and facilitating the kidnapping of vulnerable girls is still fresh in my mind. My brothers had a field day working on him in the Barn before we finally released them to our contact on the force with enough evidence to put him away.

It's been two years since then. The Steel Order MC sponsored the construction of a women's shelter dedicated to being a safe haven for women and girls with no place else to go. We make sure everyone knows the place is under our protection and that anyone who touches the vulnerable people at the shelter would be answering to us.

The Broken Chains are also no more. After their president orchestrated Sky's kidnapping as payback for me beating his nephew and disrupting his trafficking ring, I made sure he'd never again be a problem. We absorbed all of their businesses and territory, along with most of their members. Anyone who wanted to join our MC was welcome, as long as they agreed to play by our rules. Those who had a role in Sky's kidnapping or the human trafficking ring were given the same level of mercy they'd shown the young women they'd kidnapped.

"We're here!" Sky beams, her voice drawing me back to the present. She tugs the blindfold off my face, and when my eyes lock on her clear blues, I am hypnotized, sucked back into her web.

"How did I land someone as beautiful and gorgeous as you?" I rasp, watching with satisfaction as her cheeks flush a pretty rosy hue. She brushes her hair behind her ear before looking away, but I don't miss the shy smile that grazes her lips.

"Stop looking at me and focus on the present I worked so hard on."

My eyes shift from her and sweep around the place my wife has brought me. The slight tension in me eases when I realize we're still on the private land of the Steel Order's clubhouse. The spot is secluded, ringed by trees that often act as a natural cover to our land.

The spot we're standing on is surrounded by tall swaying grass and wildflowers. In the middle, there's a cozy picnic blanket laid out with a large picnic basket sitting in its center with a small box next to it. The gentle breeze carries the scents of nature, mingling with the delicious aroma of brewed coffee.

The only sounds I hear are the rustling leaves and the distant chirping of birds. It's just us, I realize, intimately surrounded by nature.

"How did you get everything down here?" I ask, marveling at her hard work, but my eyes are focused on the box next to the basket seated in the middle of the spread blanket. A part of me suspects what lies inside, but I say nothing, unwilling to ruin her surprise.

"I found prospects to help me carry everything with the promise to let them ride your bike later."

My head spins to her so fast, I almost give myself whiplash, but the tension dissipates when I am met by her laughing face. "Oh my God, you should have seen your face." She doubles over with laughter.

"That is not funny."

"It was. Just a little," she chuckles, clutching her stomach as her body shakes with laughter. "No, I just promised to introduce them to some of my single friends from my college." I shake my head, nodding at the small box seated on the ground, and she jumps up, grabs my hand, and pulls me down on the blanket before reaching for the box. "I have an even bigger surprise for you."

"What is it?" I ask, tugging at the wrapping to see what's inside. I pull out a neatly folded piece of paper and read through it.

"I'm pregnant," she says excitedly. "I just found out yesterday, and I've been holding it in. I was thinking, I'll take a break from college after I have the baby, maybe take some of my classes from home, and . . ."

Her voice trails off, and the smile on her face falls when her eyes connect with mine.

"What?" I ask, my brows drawn in confusion.

"You don't look surprised by the news," she says. "You knew?"

Fuck, I must not have the best poker face when it comes to her.

"I did," I say, dropping the box to pull her onto my lap. "I was waiting for you to tell me."

"But how . . . how did you find out before me?"

"Because I know you," I whisper, brushing my finger over her jaw and down her chest. "Your boobs have been tender and swollen lately, more sensitive when I touch you." Her cheeks flame, but I don't let her look away, cupping her breasts over her dress, and true to my words, she lets out a shudder, her nipples pebbling and pushing hard against the material. "You've definitely become hornier than ever before. Haven't you noticed how often we have sex lately, with you waking me up at odd hours of the night to ride my dick? Yesterday, you made me stop my bike in the middle of the road for sex."

"Oh, God!" she cries, covering her face with the palms of her hands.

"I don't even have to touch you to get you all slicked up for my cock. You're always so wet."

"Stop talking, please," she begs, but she's leaning into my touch when I snake my hand under her dress and yank her panties down her thighs. Her lips part on a gasp when I tear her panties off and toss them over my shoulder.

"Fine, let me show you then," I say, rubbing my middle finger over her damp folds, her sex already slick and trembling when I push my thick digit into her. I let out a groan when her walls lock tightly around my finger, pulsing needily around it. "Fuck, baby. Look how tight and needy you are for me."

Her eyes lock with mine, and there is so much desire in those perfect blues, for a second, I lose myself in them. Her hips start moving, rocking slowly over my thick digit, the wet heat around my digit sending my cock leaking with the need to replace it.

"Oh, Daddy. Need you now," she whimpers, her breathing growing more labored by the second and hips moving feverishly over mine.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you now, princess," I say harshly, drawing my finger out of her to work on my zipper. My cock is swollen and throbbing hard when I finally lay her back on the blanket and guide my heavy shaft into her sex, driving hard into her tight wet pussy, her moan mingling with my deep groan.

"Ah, harder, Daddy!"

I wrap my arm under her thigh and lift it to my hip before driving into her pulsing heat with a heavy grunt. The way our bodies move together, from the slap of our connecting flesh to the beautiful sounds she makes, draws me deeper into her web.

Two years of loving this woman, and I am as obsessed with her as I was the first day I met her, if not more. I thought putting a ring on her finger would rein in the possessive bastard in me, but all it's done is make things worse.

I'm addicted to this girl.

I don't see that changing any time soon. Ever.

"Mine!" I growl as I pound into her harder, drinking up her broken cries and flushed face. My lovely wife—and soon, the mother of my children. She is so fucking perfect and all mine!

"So close, Daddy," she sobs, thrashing fervently when I reach between us to pet her swollen clit with my thumb, the slippery friction sending her over the edge with a scream that no doubt scares the birds from the trees close by.

I swallow her cries when I press my lips to hers just as my balls erupt, and everything around us blurs as I spill my seed into her. "I love you, princess," I breathe against her lips, rocking my cock into her as she milks me with her pulsing sex.

"God, you're right," she heaves, wrapping her arms weakly around my shoulders when I drop down on top of her. "I can't believe I didn't realize just how much I've grown to crave this. I still . . ."

I push up a bit to meet her eyes, mirth no doubt dancing in mine. "You want to go again?"

Her cheeks and neck flush a deeper shade of red as she looks away, but I can read the truth in her eyes. I could get used to my insatiable little wife—a challenge I fully accept.

"Maybe," she says with a giggle, offering her lips for a kiss, and I am too weak to resist. To everyone else, I am the dangerous president of the largest and most powerful motorcycle club in Austin, but to Sky, I am simply a man smitten with his wife.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

~The End

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