Epilogue

Ten years later —March 5 th

D io's cock hardened in Skye's mouth. He leaned back in the chair and took in how her full lips formed the perfect seal around him.

She cupped his balls, gently working them in her hand as her tongue stroked him. He traced her lips with his thumb and index finger. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky to have an old lady that liked to give head as much as he liked to receive it.

His balls throbbed. Skye kept him young.

She sucked harder. His toes curled in his boots, and he grabbed her hair, pulling her off until she almost lost suction, then pushing her down.

He groaned. Fuck, he was glad she belonged to him

Up and down, she kept up the pace. His ass clenched.

"I'm gonna come in that mouth." He let his head fall to the side, listening to her murmur her encouragement around his cock.

He grabbed the seat of the wooden chair and slid to the edge, giving her more room between his thighs.

His cock slid deeper into her throat. "That's it, princess."

He held back as long as he could, but that mouth, those lips, and her tongue had other plans. The tingle in his spine traveled to his balls.

He came—intense pleasure radiated down his cock, his balls, and his anus, gripping him hard before releasing.

Skye swallowed, drawing harder on his cock, bringing another jolt of pleasure. He chuckled on an exhale, loosening his grip on her hair and smoothing the strands.

She slowly pulled back, licking him clean. He inhaled a shuddering breath, completely satisfied.

Skye put her hands on his knees and pushed to her feet, but before she straightened, she kissed him. "Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday to you, too." He stood and shoved his cock back into his jeans. "I got you something."

Skye grinned, catching her lower lip between her teeth. "I would hope so. You've never missed a birthday."

He slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his vest and pulled out a white box. It was hard to keep anything secret with Skye. She got nosy the closer it got to their shared birthdays.

She kissed him. "Should I open it now or wait?"

"Now."

Her smile grew, and she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. "Dio."

She pulled out an Italian silver bracelet, square links braided in a single strand, and gasped. He rubbed her back, happy that she approved.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

"Look on the back."

She turned the bracelet in her hand and held it closer. It wouldn't be a gift from him unless he added a special touch.

"Princess." She lifted her gaze from the inscription. "I love it. I love you. Thank you. Can you put it on me?"

She showed him how to pull back the little arm on the latch and held her arm out. The jewelry looked fragile in his broad, rough hands, and he was all thumbs. It took several attempts before he got the bracelet to latch correctly.

She flung her arms around him. "Are you ready for your gift?"

He shook his head in amusement. For the last two days, she'd acted strangely around him—something she had always done when she had a secret and was trying hard not to tell him.

"I'm actually glad I can finally give you this. It's been the hardest present to keep secret until your birthday." She clutched her hands together in front of her. "I almost gave it to you last night, but—"

"I ate your pussy."

She laughed. "Yeah, you did."

God, he enjoyed watching her. Everything was exciting and new for her, and her enjoyment rubbed off on him.

"First." Her face flushed. "You need to close your eyes."

"Skye." He wasn't into surprises. "Just give it to me. "

She inhaled deeply, turned around, and wiggled, pulling her shorts down over the curve of her ass. He raised his brows, seeing a tattoo on her right butt cheek that had never been there before. Leaning over, he ran his thumb over the swell and read the inscription on the tatted patch. Dio's Property

How often had she told him she'd never get a tattoo because she wouldn't want to stop swimming for two to four weeks while it healed?

His lungs expanded to their fullest, and he grinned. "Damn, right."

She looked over her shoulder. "Happy birthday."

He captured her mouth, kissing her deeply. It meant a lot to him, considering she'd need to stay out of the pool—and she was doing that for him as his old lady.

"That's why I've given you a lot of blow jobs lately. I didn't want you to see my ass." She giggled as if she were twelve years old.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Are you guys coming out or can we eat your cake?" shouted Bane from the other side of the door.

"Hang on." He watched Skye pull up her shorts. "Since you have so much experience blowing me, you can blow out my share of the candles."

She slid her hand into his. "I doubt if I can. You have so many."

"Smartass."

She tugged him into the hallway. "I have to check and see if the girls are done swimming before we can do anything. "

As he walked into the clubhouse's main room, he spotted Daisy coming through the front door, holding his daughters' hands. He pointed them out to Skye.

Ten-year-old Summer was the spitting image of her mom at that age and was already pushing the boundaries. She also loved swimming and joined the city team for the first time that summer. Six-year-old Rain had never met a stranger and talked from when she woke up until she fell asleep. While a charmer now, he had a feeling Rain would be the one to watch out for when she got older. She was a fighter and never let anyone push her around.

"Mom. Dad." Summer broke free and ran to them in her swimsuit. "Daisy taught me how to breathe on a two-stroke."

Skye gave Summer a high five and waved across the room to Daisy. "Did you tell her thanks for helping you?"

Summer nodded. "Did you show daddy your gift to him?"

Skye leaned down and said, "Yes, and he liked it."

Summer laughed, covering her mouth. Rain leaned against him and yawned. He picked his youngest daughter up.

"Tired, baby?"

"I'm hungry." Rain yawned again. "Summer wouldn't leave the pool, and I wanted to come to the party."

He carried her over to the cake and motioned for Skye. The others attending the party gathered around them and sang Happy Birthday. Afterward, Skye blew out the candles—someone was smart and only put two on the cake, making it easier.

While Skye got Summer and Rain a piece and set them at the table, he walked over to Jagger, who returned from a three-day ride last night. He'd taken a six man crew with him down to Medford, Oregon, to the new Chapter of Havlin Motorcycle.

"How was the trip?" He put his hands in his pockets.

"Better than I expected. The weather held for us." Jagger put his boot up on a chair and leaned his elbow on his knee. "Baller has fifty members already and picked up some titty bar down there that he thinks he's going to run."

Dio chuckled. "Living the life, man."

Ruger carried two plates with cake on them toward him and handed him one. "Your ol' lady told me to tell you to eat."

"She's bossy like that." He took a bite. "Good thing I like that."

He forked the frosting and scraped it between his lips. Halfway done with his piece, Skye came to stand by him. He gazed over at his girls, sitting with Bane and Daisy—their honorary uncle and aunt.

His MC brother and Daisy had never had kids, but they actively watched and sheltered all the club kids.

"I'm going to ride out next week." Ruger crossed his arms over his chest. "I'd appreciate it if the club would look after Rachel."

"Where are you going?" Dio set his empty plate and fork on a nearby table.

"I heard some friends of mine are in California." Ruger held Dio's gaze. "I thought I'd pay them a visit."

His MC brother cocked his brow. Dio was surprised to hear Los Li was in the states again. It seemed like every three or four years the Mexican Mafia sent more members over. Ruger was still on a personal search and destroy mission to get as many of them as he could.

"Stay safe, brother." Dio dipped his chin in respect.

He, too, would have a lifelong vendetta to pay if someone messed with Skye.

Maverick and Brooke joined them, giving Skye a hug. Dio shook Maverick's hand while the women went to check on the girls.

"I thought you were staying home," he said.

"Brooke wanted to see her granddaughters." He coughed. "She went shopping yesterday and bought them a bunch of clothes. We'll bring them over tonight when we come."

"You spoil them." Dio wouldn't have it any other way.

In front of him, Skye leaned over to wipe Rain's face. Her ass was there for him to enjoy. His balls tightened. When they got home, he wanted to see that tattoo again.

Hearing Rain start to whine and kick her feet, Dio slapped Maverick. "Looks like we'll be taking off. Rain's had a big day already, and in two minutes, those girls will go at each other like two cats in a bag."

Maverick grinned like the proud grandpa he was. Dio walked over and picked up Rain, who instantly quieted and put her head on his shoulder.

"Do you think we can go home?" Skye wrinkled her nose. "They're tired."

"That's the plan." He raised his hand and spoke to the room. "Thanks for coming. Eat. Drink. Enjoy the day."

Only thirty or so members came to the clubhouse to share the cake. The real party would start tonight when the Havlin members opened the doors. They had enough time to go home, give the girls time to rest before their grandma and grandpa came over to babysit, giving him and Skye a night to party with the rest of the club.

He carried Rain and looped his other arm over Skye's shoulders. Summer trailed behind them out the door.

He opened the car and belted the kids in their seats.

"Dad, why are you a biker?" asked Summer.

"I like riding motorcycles."

Summer's gaze narrowed. "Mom said you're a biker because a long, long, long time ago, you joined Havlin."

"Your mom's right." He glanced at Skye, listening to the conversation. "Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth."

Rain kicked her feet. "I want to see the dinosaurs."

"There's no dinosaurs anymore, silly." Summer shook her head and looked at Dio. "Nicole S. in my class says bikers are mean."

"What do you think?"

"I think bikers are nice," said Summer .

"Then, that's all that matters." He squeezed Summer's ankle. "Stick to what you know. It won't steer you wrong."

"I'm hungry," shouted Rain.

Dio closed the door and stepped back, watching his kids settle in for the short ride home.

That was his family. At one time, he wasn't sure he'd live to see another day, but he'd recovered. From that day on, he spent the rest of his days with Skye—never wanting to miss out on a minute with her.

Damn, that girl owned him.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

Skye walked over to him and kissed him. "Ride safe."

"Always." He kept her close and whispered, "Best present ever."

"Well, you can look at it anytime you want." She walked backward to the car, wiggling her brows up and down.

His chest pounded. "I love you."

Skye's gaze lost the mischievous shimmer and warmed. "I love you, too."

Dio walked toward his bike, waving over his head at his girls. He was the luckiest man alive.