Epilogue

EPILOGUE

FOX

" M erry Christmas, baby," I whispered to Dahlia, rolling over so my body covered hers.

Her lips curled up as she opened her eyes and gazed at me sleepily. "Merry Christmas."

"Are you ready for your first present?"

She grinned and wrapped her legs around my waist. "If it involves an orgasm, then absolutely."

I chuckled and ran my hand down over her breast and the swell of her stomach to cup her pussy. "That's present number two."

"I beg to differ," she moaned, raising her hips to press my hand tighter against her center.

Grinning, I took my hand from between her legs and tweaked one of her nipple rings. "I love how fucking horny you are when you're pregnant, but I promise, it'll be worth the wait."

She pouted but didn't protest when I pushed myself up and twisted so she could see the back of my left shoulder. There had been an empty patch of skin there, but it was now etched with ink. I'd had Molly create a design based around a dahlia, with her name intertwined, but leaving plenty of room to add our kids' names. Molly completed it last night so I wouldn't have to hide it from Dahlia.

Maverick hadn't been happy to give her up or that I was keeping her up late when she was in her third trimester, but Molly was so excited about it that she convinced him to back off. Although he'd spent the entire time brooding in the corner of her station at Iron Inkworks.

She gasped. "Is that…?"

I glanced down to see her swallowing hard and tears welling up in her eyes.

"No tears," I grunted. I hated it when she cried.

"Then don't do sweet shit to make me swoon!" she snapped. Her mood swings had worsened now that she was almost seven months pregnant. I thought it was cute but didn't tell her because it just pissed her off.

"Do you like it?"

"It's…I love seeing my brand on you." Her tone was thick with desire, and her pussy glistened with arousal. I faced her again, but instead of stretching out over her, I moved down to lay between her thighs.

"It's time for your second present," I growled before I ate her for breakfast, then gave her a screaming orgasm with my cock buried deep into her pussy.

My girl was loud as fuck in bed, and I loved hearing her, so I'd been relieved when we moved into a house I'd built on the compound, a short walk from the clubhouse. I didn't have to keep her quiet anymore, and since she couldn't get enough of my cock these days, I got to hear every little moan and shout of ecstasy.

"I'd say that was a gift for us both," Dahlia teased as she softly glided her hands up and down my back.

"Then I guess we don't need to exchange any other presents."

She frowned and smacked my shoulder. "Not funny."

It cracked me up that she was so giddy about Christmas, which was the only reason I let her talk me into hosting a party at the clubhouse on Christmas Day.

"Come on, baby. We need to get shit ready for the shindig today. And I have a pile of shiny presents waiting under our tree." I meant that literally since I'd cajoled Molly into wrapping Dahlia's presents so they looked pretty and festive. They sure as hell wouldn't have looked good if I'd attempted to do it myself.

After opening our gifts, we showered—which took a lot longer since I fucked her against the wall under the hot spray—and dressed before walking over to the clubhouse.

Tank's old lady and some of the prospects' girlfriends bustled around the kitchen, working on the food. Dahlia offered to help, but before I could tell her no, Sheila tsked and shooed her away.

"Go relax and put your feet up."

I jerked my chin at Sheila, silently thanking her, and she beamed back at me. She'd been ecstatic to learn she wasn't the only old lady around anymore. Tank was ten years older than me and had prospected when my dad was president. He and Sheila had been together since high school and married shortly after. For a while, there had been several other old ladies, but the old-timers who had wives or girlfriends had been phasing out of the life, retiring and moving to Florida and shit like that.

Sheila owned a small shop in town that sold wedding and formal dresses, so she'd been more than happy to put her sewing skills to use by making Molly's and Dahlia's property vests. She was also a fantastic cook.

"I'll bring you a little snack in a few minutes," she told Dahlia with a wink. My woman's eyes lit up, and I smiled as I led her out to the common room and settled her on the couch with a blanket and her e-reader.

A few minutes later, Maverick came down from his room and talked his pregnant old lady into joining mine.

"How's it going with the plans for the new house?" I asked as we watched our wives whisper to each other and giggle. Maverick had surprised Molly by buying an empty lot in Iron Rogues territory a couple of months ago, and their home was currently being built.

"Molly is having fun picking everything out. I'm just anxious for it to be done and for us to have our own space."

"I get it." My home had been done before his because I was the president, so it had been prioritized.

The front door opened, and a gust of chilly wind swept through the room. It was a colder winter than usual for southern Tennessee. I glared at Dahlia's dad as he ushered his old lady inside, followed by his two youngest kids.

"Just because your daughters are married to the prez and VP doesn't mean you can just barge in anytime you want." Mac had unexpectedly "dropped by" a few times since I'd been with Dahlia. I highly doubted his claims that he had business in the area and suspected he was checking to make sure his girls were being treated right. Not that I blamed him. I'd probably do the same with my daughters. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to give him shit over it.

"He was invited, Kye," Dahlia sighed as she hopped up from the couch to hug her mother.

I grumbled but didn't bait her dad any further since I'd promised my wife that I'd get along with him at the party.

He'd made no such promise, though, so he pricked at my patience endlessly throughout the shindig. By the time everyone left, my jaw ached from grinding it all day to hold my tongue.

Dahlia owed me, and I fully intended to collect.

When we sat down to eat our Christmas dinner, we were startled by the back door banging against the wall as it was shoved open. Storm stumbled in, carrying a woman in his arms. "Blade!" he shouted. "Need your help. Now!"

Blade jumped up from his spot at the table and rushed over to Storm, taking the shaking woman from him. He froze for a second as he stared down at her, shock washing over his face before his expression became one I was very familiar with. Then he glanced at Storm and grimaced.

"Clinic," he grunted before turning and stalking down a hall that led to his medical office.

Dahlia leaned toward me, a frown on her gorgeous face. "Did I just see Blade struck by Cupid's arrow?"

I rolled my eyes at her expression but nodded in confirmation.

"That's great!" She smiled, then her brow drew down in confusion. "Why did that make him mad?"

"Because of who she is," I answered. Chuckling, I silently wished Blade good luck with that complication. Suddenly, my situation with Dahlia's dad didn't seem so bad.

"Well?" Dahlia huffed when I didn't continue. "Who is she?"

I grinned and shook my head. "Storm's little sister."

"I should keep you on the brink of coming for as long as I had to put up with your dad today," I grunted as I gently pushed Dahlia's torso down so she was holding her weight on her forearms with her delectable ass high in the air.

She was dripping down her thighs from being teased for the last half hour. I'd worked her to the edge, then let her fall back before doing it again. Over and over.

"Please, Kye," she pleaded, her voice ragged and her breathing choppy.

"Keep begging me, baby. Don't think I didn't notice you teasing me all day, either." Dahlia had stolen touches whenever she could, sometimes even pressing her hand against my dick for a moment as she walked by. She'd looked at me with a sly smile over her shoulder when she wiggled her ass while sitting on my lap. When I set her beside me to avoid coming in my pants in the middle of the lounge with our family all around, she'd let out a tiny whimper and squeezed her legs together. It had taken all my strength not to drag her upstairs and fuck her.

I slapped my palm down on one of her pale ass cheeks, and heat shot to my dick at the sight of the red handprint I left behind. "You were a naughty girl today, Dahlia." I smacked the other cheek and smiled smugly when she tried to hold in her moan. She was very adventurous in bed, so I hadn't been shocked the first time I made her come just by spanking her and petting her pussy.

She was a delicious mess between her thighs by the time I'd made sure she'd feel her punishment every time she sat down tomorrow.

I ran two fingers through her folds, then brought the sticky digits to my mouth and licked them clean. "So damn sweet," I murmured.

"Kye. I can't take any more. Please, fuck me."

Slipping my hands under her torso, I cupped her big tits and pulled her up so her back was against my chest. I rubbed my long, fat cock against her ass and plucked at her nipple rings as I whispered in her ear. "Gonna fuck you so hard, your pussy is gonna be just as sore as your ass tomorrow. Want you to feel me every time you move and remember what happens when you tease me."

She moaned and reached back to plunge her fingers into my hair. "Yes," she cried out.

"Who owns you, baby?"

"You," she panted.

I glided one hand down to her center and cupped her, pushing two fingers inside her channel. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

She shuddered and moaned. "Ohhhh, yesss."

"Whose pussy is this, baby?" I snapped before giving her sex a sharp slap.

"You!" she shouted. "It's yours! Can I come now?"

I positioned my cock at her entrance and grabbed her hips before driving my cock deep inside her, sheathing myself completely and bumping her cervix. "Fucking hell. Swear you've gotten tighter since I knocked you up." I moved my hands to her belly and cupped the swell as I began to pump in and out of her slick heat. "So fucking good," I groaned. "Love the way you take my cock so damn deep. That's it, baby, squeeze me. Oh, fuck yeah."

"More," she wheezed, digging her fingers into my scalp. The slight bite of pain sent a zing of pleasure straight to my dick, and I had to work to force back my climax.

"My baby wants it rough?"

She nodded frantically and clenched her inner muscles, shattering my control. "Need you, Kye. Yes! Harder! Oh yes! Yes! Don't stop!"

I couldn't even if I tried. My hands slid over her silky skin, up to cup her tits, and I massaged the mounds as I thrust in and out of her. "Love these tits," I rasped. "Gonna fuck 'em later. After I fuck your pussy raw."

Dahlia arched her back, pressing her breasts into my hands as I tugged on her piercings, hissing when her inner muscles spasmed around my shaft. The beast inside me took over, and I pushed her back down before clutching her hips in a bruising grip. I yanked her back each time I slammed my hips forward. The sound of our sweaty skin slapping together heightened my raw need.

"Yes! Yes!" Dahlia threw her head back and clenched the sheets in her fists as she cried out.

"Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. Take it! Fuck my cock! Fuck, yes! Oh fuck!"

I slapped each ass cheek twice, then filled her one last time, going as deep as possible before my release whipped through me, and I roared her name.

The second my hot seed splashed into her womb, Dahlia screamed, and her pussy rippled around my member as orgasm rocked her body.

When I caught my breath and managed to think a little clearer, I held her against me as I maneuvered us onto our sides, staying connected with my dick sheathed inside her and my arms around her.

"Love you, baby," I said softly. "Merry Christmas."

"Very merry indeed," she sighed with a giggle. "Love you, too, Kye."

We lay there in silence for a while, enjoying the afterglow. Then Dahlia turned her head so she could look up at me. "I have one more present for you."

I raised an eyebrow and waited, trying not to laugh at the adorable twinkle in her pretty green eyes.

"I had an ultrasound today. We're having twins."