Epilogue

Six months later

"I t was announced today that William Danvers is running for mayor of Vegas. We all know what that means. The fucker is up to no good. Keep your eyes open. I've spoken with the president of the Reno Renegades. They claim to no longer be working with him. Seems he screwed them over. Either way, it's sketchy as hell, so keep your eyes and your ears open," Reaper says.

"I'm monitoring him the best I can. He is hiding a lot of shit from his past. We could end his political run, but until we figure out his endgame, I think it's best we sit back and watch," Trigger adds.

"I agree." Wrath puts his input in.

"Do we need to vote on it?" Reaper asks, but all the guys shake their heads no.

We will wait and watch the cockroach until he makes his next move. That's all we can do.

"What about Texas? Any news?" Wrath asks.

"Savage is leading well. Loyal is struggling a bit with his new title, but he will grow into it. Fang was voted in as road captain. Killer is keeping an eye on everything too. He's willing to offer help if needed," I inform them.

"That's good to hear. Seems like they have things straight. Do you think we need to make any stops in any of the other chapters?" Midnight asks.

"I'll reach out and check on them. We have left them to their own devices so far, but if they are tarnishing the name, we need to make some changes. Actually, I was thinking about calling in some nomads to help with our Danvers issue. What do you guys think?" Reaper asks.

"I wouldn't hate that. I know a couple guys who would be willing to spend some time here. I could give them a call," Twitch offers.

"Anyone object?" Reaper asks.

When no one does, he bangs his gavel. "Okay then. Make the call. Let's get out there with our family and enjoy today."

I smile as I think about Kolby and Kaitlyn waiting for me.

"You thinking about Little Mama?" Wrath teases.

Seems the guys took my nickname for my woman and made it her road name. It fits her, though. She is fierce as hell. I love it.

"Shut up, man."

We head out of the room and find the party in full swing. We haven't had as many lately. Reaper has been focused on helping Honk. He's not doing well since Elenore's death, and honestly, I can't blame him.

Harlee isn't any better. Bullet is so busy chasing her around, trying to keep her out of trouble, that he barely has time to handle his club shit. If it was anyone else, he would be punished, but Reaper has a soft spot for Harlee. Especially knowing her father isn't there for her right now. He's lost to his own demons.

"Hey darlin'," I whisper against Kaitlyn's ear, making her jump.

"You scared me, asshole," she hisses at me.

"Where's Kolby?" I ask.

She nods her head. "With your mother."

I glance over and smile as I see her holding Kolby.

That's the biggest surprise of all of this. When my mother found out we were moving, she asked if she could come. I was hesitant, but Kaitlyn told me to give her another chance. So I did.

We moved her into a little house in the middle of town four months ago. She's settled in well and has even found a job. I didn't think she would stay clean for long, but she said moving has actually helped her stay clean. She said, not knowing where to get an easy score or hanging out in her old haunts has helped her keep her mind off of it.

It helps that Kaitlyn has her over to our place all the time to help with Kolby. It seems now that her mother is gone, she has clung to mine. Only my mother isn't the mother I knew. She's the mother I always dreamed of as a kid. It's too late for me to truly enjoy it, but not for Kaitlyn or Kolby.

I love my mother, and as long as she stays clean and doesn't hurt my family, she can stay, but that resentment is still there. I don't think it will ever go away. I can forgive, but I won't forget.

"Maybe we should go get Kolby and take him home before it gets too crazy," I tell Kaitlyn as I see one of the sweetbutts dancing with her ass half out as she grinds on one of the members.

"Probably a good idea."

She turns and says goodbye to her friends while I make my way to my mother.

"Hello, son," she says as I walk up.

She was talking with one of the older members as they both watched Kolby stumble around on his sea legs as I call them.

I don't miss the brief flash of pain in her eyes as she looks at me.

She loves me. I know she does. She always has, but at my father's wake, she admitted that I look like him, and it hurts her. She wishes she had been stronger for him. That she didn't waste so much time lost to drugs instead of loving him.

The wakes for Fend and Rogue were emotional ones for her. Not only did she lose the love of her life, but she lost a dear friend. All I could do was support her the best I could while giving them the proper send-offs they both deserved.

I think the fresh start was as good for her as it was Kaitlyn.

"We are going to head home. You need a ride?" I ask, taking Kolby from her.

"No. Pops said he would give me a ride home later. Let me know if you need me to take Kolby on Saturday."

"I will. See you later."

I don't want to think about what she and Pops are doing together. Pops normally only messes with sweetbutts. Seems like he's taking a liking to my mother.

Leaving them behind, I walk over to Kaitlyn. "You ready, Little Mama?" I ask.

All the women swoon at the nickname.

"I will never get over that," Natalie admits.

"Oh hush, Queen Bee," Kaitlyn tells her. "See you guys later."

As we walk out, hand in hand, with Kolby in my arms, all I can think about is my life and how it can't get any better.

The ride home was a quiet one. I know Colt prefers to be on his bike, but he bought me a new car to transport Kolby around in.

I haven't spent nearly enough time on the back of his bike. We have been able to sneak away for a short ride or two, but I want to go on a nice long ride.

I always loved them with my father, but with Colt, it's different. I'm not holding the handles, I'm holding my man.

He doesn't know it, but I've decided I'm going to schedule a date night for us. One where he can drive me anywhere I want to go.

Once at the house, I take Kolby to his room.

"Get out of here. Let me do it." Colt pushes me out of the way jokingly.

I laugh, standing back to watch him.

He's the perfect father. He always wants to be the one taking care of him. It's to the point that we fight over it. Who gets to change the next diaper? Who gets to feed him?

I'd say it's annoying, but every time he does it, it makes me love him even more.

He does everything for us. Like buying this house. He wanted a house with a yard for Kolby, so he went out and purchased a house near his club so that we could live together. I thought he would want us on the compound like my father, but every day he proves he is so much better.

He starts to sing as Kolby fights sleep. God, the man is sexy as hell. My ovaries are begging for another baby.

I thought we almost had one after we had sex without protection all those months ago. It didn't happen, though. Then, with all the shit we had going on, we decided to use condoms for the time being.

Still, at times like this, I wonder what it would be like to have two. I can imagine he would be a tyrant over a little girl. That only makes me want to give him one. I want to see that side of him. To see how he would react differently to his daughter.

Kolby would grow up to be protective of her. Colt would make sure of it. It would be like the next generation of little Lotus babies running around.

I can't wait.

As he gets Kolby settled for bed, I make my way out of his room and into ours. I strip quickly and fall to my knees on the floor. When he walks in, he stops in his tracks, staring down at me.

"Strip," I command him.

He smirks at me. "Oh, are you in charge?"

"You are an amazing man. The best father. I want to reward you. Now strip," I tell him.

"Topping from the bottom. Okay. I'll allow it…for now."

He strips quickly before moving in front of me. His dick is already rock-hard and ready for me.

Leaning forward, I lick the tip, sending a shiver through him. I do it again, this time paying attention to the slit at the end of his cock.

"Fuck, darlin'. That feels good."

I don't respond to him. Instead, I take part of his length down my throat before pulling off. I do it again, going a bit further. I keep up the motion, using my hand to jack the length I can't fit into my mouth, until I finally take the last bit down my throat.

I swallow hard as my nose presses into his skin. He groans as his hand finds my hair, pulling lightly.

"You want me to fuck your face, Little Mama?"

Pulling back, I pant, "Please."

"I knew it. You are such a dirty girl. You love when I fuck your face, don't you?"

He slides his cock back into my mouth before I can answer. He doesn't need my answer, though. I'm dripping wet from the thought.

He frames my face before one hand drops to my throat. "I can feel myself in your throat. It's like I'm jacking myself while you fuck me with your throat. Fuck, I'm not going to last long."

Five more thrusts, and he's coming down the back of my throat. I suck him down, not wanting to waste a single drop. When he pulls out, he wipes my face clear of tears.

"Fuck, I love you. You are the best. You know that, right? You are my everything."

"You say the words, but I want you to show them to me."

"Challenge accepted."

He pulls me up from the floor, walking me back to the bed. Then he pushes me on my back and spreads my legs.

"Always so wet for me. Especially when I fuck your face like you're my own personal toy, huh?"

"Always," I manage before he licks my clit.

"You know, we have been stretching you. You ready to take my cock up your ass?" he asks.

My pussy clenches at the idea. I've wanted to for a while, but he wanted me to be ready.

"Yes. Please."

He laughs. "So eager."

When he moves to the nightstand to grab the lube, my body shivers. I love his fingers in my ass. I even love the butt plugs we have been using. I think I am going to enjoy his cock the most.

I watch as he lubes up his cock, which is already hard again. Then he presses his lubed fingers into my ass a few times, making me moan.

When he positions himself at my ass, I look up at him, and his eyes are on mine.

Then he presses in.

He's a bit bigger than the biggest butt plug we used, but he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust. It takes a few thrusts, but then he is filling me.

It feels different than when he fills my pussy, but it feels just as good.

"Such a good girl taking my cock up your ass. How do you feel?" he asks.

"So good. Fuck me, please," I beg.

He starts to thrust slowly. The slight burn mixed with the pleasure has my body feeling wired. When he reaches down, thrusting two fingers into my pussy, I nearly combust. He continues to finger me, his thumb playing with my clit as he fucks my ass.

That's all it takes. I orgasm harder than I ever have in my life. I don't think I even make a noise. My body just arches against his as my mouth drops open.

For a few seconds, I black out. I'm not even sure where I am. When my eyes finally blink open, it's just in time to see him find his own release. The feel of him spilling inside me sends an after tremor through my body, making me moan.

"Fuck, that was amazing. Are you okay? You feel okay?" he asks, leaning over to kiss me.

"I feel amazing." I can hear how husky my voice is.

He laughs as he pulls out, making me wince. He heads to the bathroom to clean up. Once he's done, I stumble there myself, cleaning up as well.

When Imake it back to bed, he pulls me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. As I lie there in the warmth of his arms, all I can think about is how happy I am.

Who knew that a fling with the bad boy biker from the wrong club would end up being the best decision I ever made.

The End.