Epilogue

Knight

Four Years Later

"You know I don't do well in chaos."

I lean a hip on the doorframe and watch with humor as my lovely wife tries to wipe the food off her clothes, but it's an impossible task seeing it's practically everywhere. I am cradling the dress she borrowed to change into and fighting with my baser needs to not push her against the bathroom wall and take her. I have to remind myself that we're not at our house, and there are a bunch of kids running around beyond the bathroom door.

"Do you think they'll notice if we don't come back right away?" I ask, running my eyes over my wife's perfect body, every last inch of her is a goddamn masterpiece.

"Don't even think about it," she scolds, her eyes locking with mine on the mirror. "This is your son's birthday. Of course, everyone will notice if the birthday boy's parents suddenly disappear."

Right, it would be terrible to disappear and leave our guests none the wiser. The fact that our son's birthday party is happening away from our home makes it even harder for us to sneak away for more than a few minutes. Our three-year-old son happens to have a birthday the same week as Priest and Sky's one-year-old daughter, and we all agreed celebrate together this year. The day was going well until one of the kids decided to throw her half-eaten mashed potatoes at my wife whose only crime was trying to feed the toddler.

Watching my wife, I can't help but think of the exciting and glorious four years we've shared.

Before Rhea, I never really viewed myself as a family man. I was a biker, born and raised in the club. Most of the men in the club share the same story. While many joined the club as adults, some of us were raised in the club by cold unfeeling men who found themselves on the wrong side of the law more often than not. They were in and out of prison, believing in a false sense of security that the club was untouchable, and that's why they were taken by surprise by a sting operation that happened ten years ago and resulted in most of the older members getting arrested and imprisoned for life, leaving behind their sons to carry on what they'd started. We were all raised to be hard men who cared for nothing but the club.

Except that's not what happened.

Recent years have shown that those teachings did not take hold. Unlike our predecessors who were bitter old men incapable of love, the younger generation proved to be different, mostly because Priest was different. He showed us that we don't have to be criminals or cruel to be respected. We're no angels and we certainly don't always stay on the right side of the law, but we're better than our fathers ever were. We've learned that the most dangerous men are those with something—someone—to protect.

I now have two precious people in my life I would give my all to protect, and anyone who dared hurt my wife or child would beg for death before I was through with them. I did not become the vice president of the Steel Order club for no reason.

"Done."

Rhea's voice draws me back to the present, and I turn to find her straightening the dress. She must've grabbed it when I was too lost in my head. I scan her body in the sundress, and just like that, I want to tear it off her, push her against the sink and drive my cock into her snug little pussy. I bet I can have her moaning for my cock in three minutes tops.

"Oh no, you don't!"

My little wife must notice the dangerous glint in my eyes because she lifts her hands, eyes narrowed on me when I approach her. She slaps my chest, her eyes shifting to the locked door.

"We'll be quiet and quick," I rasp, leaning down and brushing my lips over the side of her mouth.

"Please, we both know that's not possible."

"I need you," I whisper roughly, grabbing her chin and tilting her head to the side to trace my lips down the slope of her neck.

She moans out my name, pushing back to meet my eyes, and I read the hunger in her gaze, but unlike mine which is fervent and urgent, hers is more controlled, and I need her on the same level I am.

"Knight, we can't, not here," she whispers rationally, but she's already reaching for my zipper. Before she can take me out, however, we catch the sounds of a commotion happening outside.

"Fuck!" I curse under my breath, but our instincts as parents have us running out of the bathroom and following the noise outside. I search for my son first before quickly assessing what the threat is, and once I've assured myself that my son is safe, I step forward to investigate why a bunch of my brothers are gathered at the gate.

I bite back a groan when I notice the familiar figures standing beyond the human wall of men.

"I want to see my babies," yells the only woman I have ever truly hated. Every year since our son's birth, like clockwork, Rhea's mother and stepfather show up to cause a scene. Had she been any other person, I would have planted a bullet between her eyes a long time ago, but as much as we both hate her, I know Rhea wouldn't want me to kill her mother.

"You're not welcome here," Priest says coldly. "Leave."

"Are you really going to deny me the chance to meet my grandbabies? They deserve to know their grandparents."

What she really means is she wants money for drugs, I think. She doesn't care about anyone but her damn self.

I turn around to find Rhea standing a few feet behind me with Sky, both women hugging their children and shielding them from the scene playing out. The other club wives gather around them and usher them back toward the clubhouse. I let out a sigh, irritated by this attention-seeking woman and pissed at the interruption she caused.

My cock is still half hard and aching with the need to plow into my wife, maybe even get her pregnant with another child. Fuck, just the thought alone is enough to have my blood boiling, and this miserable woman is getting in the way of that.

I push my way through my brothers and stop next to Priest, drawing my gun and holding it on the woman's silent partner, watching with satisfaction as his face turns sheet white.

"I'll be generous enough to count to five, and if you are still here, there will be two bullets planted in each of your skulls by the end of the countdown."

"You wouldn't," the woman taunts me. I take the safety off and lift the gun, this time pointing it at her forehead. I make my expression is hard and cold, letting what Sky calls my "psycho gleam" to show in my eyes.

"One," I count.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"The man who married your daughter. I am surprised you don't recognize me. We've met before. Two."

"You're Priest's unhinged friend," she mutters before throwing an accusatory glance at her son. "You let him marry your sister? This bastard is sick in the head!"

I guess it takes one to know one.

"Three," I mutter, my patience running out, and she must read it in my eyes as fear touches on her expression for the first time since arriving here.

Unlike Priest, who has some ties to her, I have no such thing. No love is lost between me and this narcissistic woman. I will not hesitate to put an end to her existence. We both know no one would miss her.

"Four."

"Fine, we're leaving," she yells, grabbing her husband's hand and retreating. I open the gate and follow them to their car. Just before she gets in her car, I lean down and whisper something into her ear that is enough to send her speeding away.

"I saw you say something. What did you say to send her rushing away so fast?" Rhea whispers when I have found her back in the clubhouse.

"That I am leaving instructions for her and her husband to be shot on sight if they show up here again," I say tentatively. I know despite their history and however fucked up they may be, they are still her parents.

"I don't want them near us or our son," she says firmly, hugging our little boy in her arms. "Thank you for taking care of them."

I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead. "They won't be coming back again," I promise her, and I will make sure to keep that promise. If I have to track them down and make sure of it, then that's what exactly I will do. But something tells me that was the last we'll see of them.

I expect the mood to be dampened after the interruption, but things seem to pick up, and soon, the wives are huddled around in gossip as the kids run about, tiring themselves out. When the sun sets, the kids are already exhausted and napping in a room that has been set aside for them. I watch with humor as the adults gather around a fire pit to drink and trade stories. Any excuse they can get to kick back, they'll take it.

I notice we're quickly running out of beer, so I offer to get more, taking a prospect along with me, but really, it's an excuse to break away from the crowd and search for my wife.

I leave the prospect to get the beer and walk around in search of Rhea, finding her just where I expected her to be. She's in the kids' room, leaning against the doorframe, watching our son sleep as she worries her bottom lip with her teeth.

I crowd her back before wrapping my arms around her waist. "What's on your mind?" I whisper, pressing my lips to soft spot behind her ear before trailing them over the shell of her ear. "Are you still thinking about what happened today?"

"A little." She moans when I nip at her earlobe. "I was thinking how lucky I am to have found my way to you. I don't have to deal with them when you're this solid shield standing between me and those self-destructing monsters."

"I'm the lucky one," I assure her.

"Fine, we're both lucky," she responds, her eyes shooting to the sleeping toddler before shifting to look at me. "I heard there would be fireworks tonight."

"They wouldn't dare risk waking the kids. None of the guys have a death wish, as far as I know," I say, grabbing my wife's wrist and pulling her away from the room. She pulls the door softly behind her before following me out with a laugh.

"Do you remember the night of the engagement party when we had sex on the porch?" She giggles as I pull her onto said porch and down the steps. "That night was magical, don't you think?"

"It was," I agree, pushing her back against the side of the house and dropping my mouth down to meet hers. Christ, it feels like I have had this boner for hours, and all I can think is . . . finally.

I thought waking up to the same person every morning might eventually dull my desire a bit, but it's been the opposite. Just one look at my wife and her sexy body, and I just want to wrap my hand in her hair and pound into her until stars explode behind her eyes.

My darling little wife.

The mother of my children and my forever. She's everything.

I don't realize I have spoken the words out loud until she practically melts against me. I lean down and kiss her slowly, groaning deeply when our tongues wind together in the most erotic of dances. She makes a mewling sound at the back of her throat that has my cock throbbing in its tight confines.

I thread my hand into her hair and deepen the kiss, our mouths moving carnally over each other. I reach under her dress, and her legs part for my hand. I slide a finger past her panties to feel her arousal, groaning deeply when I find her drenched. It seems I am not the only one who's had to hide my need, and now the wait is over.

"Need to fuck you," I grunt harshly against her lips, and she nods eagerly, her fingers fumbling with my zipper, and I suck in a sharp breath when she finally takes me in her hand. My cock is hard and throbbing as she turns toward the house, reaching behind her to guide my length to her snug sex.

She moans when I slide my shaft into her wetness, rocking deep and gently into her. "I'm off the pill," she whispers, and fuck . . . she knows just what it takes to set me off.

The thought of breeding her and finally getting her swollen with another baby lights me on fire.

I grip her hip before pulling out and ramming back into her. She cries out and throws her head back, her fingers clawing at the wall in front of her as I rut her hard. I pound into her sex harder and faster, making her cry out in pleasure, and I am about to slap my palm on her mouth to mute her cries when a loud noise pierces the air, and the sky lights up with color. And just like that, I am transported back to a night like this four years ago.

"Those assholes!" Rhea hisses, and I chuckle, pulling her up against me to take her dirty little mouth with mine in a kiss and ramming faster into her, knowing we only have a short time before chaos descends. "Oh, God! Knight . . . So close," she whispers when I let go of her hair and drop my hand between her legs, rubbing circles around her clit with my finger.

The noise from the fireworks mutes the sounds of my wife as I breed her, fucking her hard and fast into the wall until she's coming with a sob. Her orgasm triggers my own, and I follow her off the cliff, burying my face in her neck as I spill my seed into her spasming sex.

"I love you, Rhea," I whisper into her ear, rocking gently into her and filling her with my cum.

"I love you," she echoes, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing kisses to whatever skin she can reach as the night fills with the sound of crying kids and frustrated parents. We both knew the fireworks would wake the kids, and now the adults will have to cut their little party short to take care of the little ones.

"Whose genius idea do you think the fireworks were?" Rhea asks with a sardonic laugh.

"Someone who doesn't have a kid, that's for sure," I say with a chuckle. "We better go check on our son. Might as well bring him out to watch the fireworks with us."

She nods, and we straighten our clothes before leaving our little hiding spot. The kids, at least those old enough to walk, are delighted to watch the fireworks. I can't help but wonder if next year, we might watch the fireworks as a perfect family of four.

~ The End