Epilogue

Ghost

Four Months Later

I hold my hands over Luna’s eyes and guide her into the bedroom.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing you won’t like.” I kick the door closed behind her, removing my hands to free her gaze.

She blinks, taking in the purple glow in the corner of the room before smiling so big her entire face beams.

“You set this up for me?” She walks up to the desk I set up in the corner, grazing her fingers over the keys of her brand-new keyboard. Neon purple lights frame her new gaming station, and I got her a lavender chair that matches her hair. “Kicking me out of your office?”

“Nope, if I’m in there, I expect you to follow.” I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling us into the chair with her sitting on top of me. “But with Venom patching in and taking over perimeter surveillance, I don’t have to be in there as often. Plus, being in our room gives me the privacy to do this…”

I skate my hand around her stomach, teasing the line of her sweatpants before dipping my fingers in. Grazing them over her pussy, I groan when I find her already slick.

“Play your game for me, little owl. I want to feel your excitement while you do it.”

“Ghost.” She gasps when I drive a finger deep into her core.

“Game, Luna.” I circle up to her clit and toy with it.

She reaches for the keyboard, hitting the key to start the game. Her body shivers as I roll my thumb over her.

“Remember when we used to play?” I ask her as her screen loads. “Before you knew who was on the other side of the computer?”

“Yes.” She swallows hard, trying to catch her breath. “But you knew it was me.”

“I did.” I lick a path up the side of her neck, tasting every delicious inch of her. “And do you know what I’d think about?”

Her lips part as she starts to answer, and I drive another finger in.

“Ghost.” My name chokes from her lips.

“Yes, Luna?”

She tips her head back, and her character on the screen runs into a wall.

“Keep playing, Luna. You don’t get to come until you kill something. ”

“You’re so evil.”

I chuckle against her neck, kissing her. “I’ll make it worth it.”

Luna wiggles in my lap as she wanders on the screen, presumably looking for something to kill and getting distracted every time I pick up my pace.

When she runs into a wall again, I pause, and she groans in response.

“Something wrong?” I kiss her collarbone.

“I’m just”—she chokes as I drive in knuckle deep—“distracted.”

“I can see that.” And I’m no help as I nip at her ear and roll her ass over my growing length.

Finally, Luna finds something to fight on the screen, but she’s clumsy about it, using all her cooldowns at once and still not getting any good hits in. The boss turns and strikes, and her health takes a hit. She runs before she dies, downing a health potion.

“When we used to play, I’d imagine this.” I thrust my fingers deep. “You in my lap, and my fingers knuckle deep in your greedy pussy. I’d imagine you playing your game while I played mine.”

“But you aren’t playing anything.”

“Aren’t I?” I roll my thumb over her clit, and she almost dies again on the screen. “Come on, Luna. You want to come; all you have to do is win.”

“You’re making it difficult.” She groans.

“Good. ”

Luna tries to focus on her game, wiggling in my lap. It’s borderline torture, and I’m just as relieved as she is when she kills the boss and shoves her keyboard back.

I laugh. “You’re going to break it if you’re not nice.”

Luna jumps up, spinning around to straddle me and almost sending us toppling in the chair. “I don’t care if I broke it. I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I lift her, carrying her across the bedroom and tossing her down onto the bed.

She strips off her T-shirt as I pull her pants down her legs. Unless we’re fucking with people around us, I want to see every inch of her, and she knows it.

“You now.” Luna scoots back when I start to reach for her thighs. “I want to see you too.”

Grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt, I strip it off, shedding all my clothes and climbing over her.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to look that good.” Her gaze skims down to my cock as I kneel between her legs.

“You’re one to talk.” I tease her pussy with the tip, nudging in far enough to give her a taste of the pressure.

Her core drips, gripping my dick and begging to take me deeper.

“You want me; you can have me.”

“Oh, I know.” I shift forward slowly, appreciating her as I watch her pussy swallow every inch. “I’ve got you.”

I work my way in until she’s taking my full length. Pausing when we connect before slowly fucking her.

This woman is mine. I don’t deserve her, but she is.

Her nails dig into my arms as I pick up my pace .

“Touch yourself for me,” I direct her. “Let me see you play with your pussy while I fuck you.”

Luna bites her lower lip, sliding her hand down and toying with her clit. Her pussy grips my cock so hard I nearly black out. I’m going to watch this with her later and try to help her understand how beautiful it is to watch her pleasure herself while my cock slides in and out.

I’m resisting every urge to plug her up with my cum because I need her release first.

She glides her fingers over her clit, rocking back and forth as her chest turns red. She tips her head back and searches for air as her breath quickens. Her blue eyes meet mine, and when she comes, she grips me so hard that my vision darkens.

I can’t hold back as I bury myself deep, coming inside her.

“Fuck, Luna.” I pull out to watch my cum drip from her pussy. “I don’t deserve you.”

She plants her hands on the sides of my face, pulling me down over her and brushing her lips on mine. “Yes, you do, Marcus. You do.”

And when she kisses me, I almost believe her. Because this girl is all I’ve ever wanted, and even if I shouldn’t have her, she’s mine.

I leave Luna to get dressed and head out into the bar, where I find Legacy and Chaos both sipping beers.

“Want one?”

“I’m good.” I shake my head, dropping onto the barstool on Legacy’s right and looking out at the room.

It’s still early, so the party hasn’t really gotten started, but a few outsiders are already mingling with the guys, shooting pool. Things have been calm since our direct attack on the Iron Sinners clubhouse, and I know Titan isn’t going to let it go, which means something big is coming.

We’re on the verge of battle, and I sense it hanging in the room.

“Hello.” A quiet voice comes from my left, and I look to see a girl slowly circling to stand in front of us.

She’s completely out of place in a motorcycle club bar. Her big brown eyes are wide, and her pink cheeks brighten as she bats her lashes. Her wavy blonde hair is down, and she’s wearing a white sundress with daisies on it.

“Well, if it isn’t the farmer’s daughter.” Chaos skims her over, being a dick as always. “How old are you, babe?”

She tips her chin up, narrowing her eyes. “I didn’t know bikers were so worried about underage drinking.”

“Honey, you barely look eighteen, much less twenty-one.” Chaos chuckles.

“Well, for your information, I turned twenty-one last week.” She glares at Chaos. “Besides, I’m not here for a drink. I’m looking for Jesse King. ”

Legacy hitches an eyebrow, pausing with his beer bottle at his mouth.

“Do you know where I can find him?” The girl clutches her purse, rolling her shoulders back.

She’s got a spine; I’ll give her that.

“Sure do.” Legacy sets his beer bottle down, not taking his eyes off her.

“Well, are you going to tell me where he is?”

“Depends. What do you want with him?”

She opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by Luna coming around the corner.

“Reagan?” Luna’s voice pitches, and she runs over to her. “It’s been forever.”

Luna pulls Reagan in for a big hug, and I’m confused now because I have no idea how they know each other.

When Luna pulls back, she holds onto Reagan’s shoulders. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my great aunt Margaret. Mom said she’s not doing well.” Reagan frowns. “What are you doing here? You hang out with bikers now?”

Luna smiles, looking over at me. “I found my home.”

“You always did like getting into a little trouble.” Reagan laughs. “Maybe you can help me then. I’m looking for Jesse King.”

“Jesse, huh?” Luna looks over at us, her eyebrows pinching when her gaze lands on Legacy.

“Yeah, I told Aunt Margaret I’d help out since she can’t get back to work anytime soon. I’m his new nanny.”

“Fuck no.” Legacy stands up so fast his barstool almost goes flying.

Reagan turns her narrowed gaze on him. “I’d really like to talk to Jesse about this, so if you could—”

“You’re looking at him, sweetheart.” Legacy takes a step forward, scanning her over. “And my answer is thanks, but no way in fucking hell.”

Instead of backing down, the girl surprises everyone in the room by rolling her shoulders back.

“Why not?”

“I have a guess—” Chaos opens his mouth to say more, but Legacy shoves his arm, shutting him up.

“Because I said.”

“Jesse—”

“The name’s Legacy. Not Jesse. And I don’t need your fucking help.”

He brushes past her, storming out of the clubhouse, and I faintly hear him start his bike. But instead of leaving, Reagan spins around and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Is he always that charming?”

“On a good day.” Chaos laughs. “You need a ride home, honey?”

“Nope.” She straightens her spine. “I’m here to help my aunt, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“That so?”

She nods sharply. “Anyone have Jesse’s number so I can figure out where I’m supposed to be staying?”

Chaos bursts out laughing, and I just shake my head. Looks like Legacy just met his match.