Extended Epilogue

Bella

Six months later

I stare around at the space; the office building my mother left for me. I've spent the last few months cleaning the place out. It's been blood, sweat and tears, but I finally got there. If not for the help of the women of the MC, and Manny, I'd never have gotten it done.

Deanna. Summer. Luna. Jas. Indigo. Payden. Crystal. Casey. Stella. Manny. Aspyn. The bartender called Amber even came to lend a hand, something I wasn't expecting, and I've grown close to not only Summer, but also Rock's ol' lady Aspyn. The women of the club have become my family, and the brothers too. Accepting me with open arms, without judgment. I can't honestly say I know what this feels like, because it's better than my wildest dreams.

I've met Priest"s sister, Hope, a couple of times. She's the exact opposite of Priest; where he's quiet and reserved, she's boisterous and outgoing.

Crystal, Deanna and Stella are all here today, helping me finish off the rest of the painting.

"I think we deserve a beer," Crystal announces. "But this space, Bells. It's freaking amazing!"

I beam. It really is. For months I procrastinated over what to do, and once the building became vacant, I knew that I wanted to do something to help others. I wanted to give back.

Aside from helping at the Soup Kitchen, often giving Manny and Shanice a break, I've decided to open a creative studio and I've had some major backers, thanks to the NOLA Rebels and their connections. Activities will include painting, drawing, art and pottery classes, yoga, even candle making. I've even had pop up stores ask to rent space for creative design workshops. Teachers will donate their time, and the profits will go to help women and children in need through my local parish. There are plenty of people out there who still need help.

"I love it." I press my hands together, hardly able to believe that this is real. "You guys are the best!"

I'm giddy with excitement, unable to contain it because it's been so long in the making.

This area of New Orleans is quite funky with hip cafes and dance studios. It's arty and I think we're going to fit right in. I've decided to name the studio Amara's Place, after my mom. I know she'd be proud of me if she could see where I am now. My Nonna too. I miss them both so much.

"Well I think you're crazy," Deanna goes on. "I mean, the wedding is in two weeks, then you open the week after that, and we all know how much Priest wants to knock you up."

It's true. Priest has been quite vocal about wanting a family. I've asked him to give me one year, just to get things off the ground here. I want to look after my own children, and not have nannies like I had growing up. I want to enjoy every moment, and when Priest asked me to marry him six months ago, I couldn't believe it…

"What are you doing?" Priest is on his knees. Poetic that it's at the Soup Kitchen and everyone has left for the night. It's where we first met. "I can't live another day without you being my wife. Say you'll marry me."

Tears well in my eyes. Nobody has ever made me feel the way Priest does. Nobody. I love him so much. Tears begin to fall as I nod and say, "Yes, Priest! Yes!"

He slides a beautiful oval diamond onto my finger and I gape at it. It's beautiful and sparkles even in this dull light. I kiss him, nearly knocking him over, as I fall into his arms. He falls back onto his ass, taking me with him as I straddle his lap.

"I love you," he whispers in between kisses. "I can't wait to be your husband."

"I love you more. I need you Priest, I need you so much."

Our kisses grow more frantic and he pulls back. "I can't do this on the kitchen floor."

"I don't care." I wrap my arms around him tighter.

He rumbles a laugh. "I think I like the idea of making you wait, little one."

That's so mean, but I guess he has a point.

I pull back to look at my ring. "Priest, it"s beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you."

We kiss again and my heart fills with so much love for this man. He changed my life. I'll never be more grateful to have found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and raise a family. I just want to be normal. I want the white picket fence and kids in the yard. I want to grow old with this man.

"Let's go home," I whisper.

"I've never heard sweeter words, my Bella."

I smile at the memory. Priest didn't want to wait, but weddings take planning, and even doing this in six months is crazy, but I can't wait.

"Knock, knock." I hear from the door.

I turn and see my brothers, Jett and Rock taking up all the room in the doorway. "Woah, do you girls have a license to operate machinery like that?" Rock laughs pointing to the spray gun.

"I don't know, maybe we should spray it at you and see how it pans out?" Stella points the nozzle at him and he covers his face.

"You know you could do some damage waving that around." He takes it out of her hand.

"Hey, I'm not a dummy," Stella protests.

My brothers often drop in and lend a hand. Things have been good between us. It was extremely awkward at first, and them coming to terms with the truth was something that I know will haunt them forever. I don't know if my father ever knew he fathered those children, from what I heard, their mom was a prostitute. That in itself, and the neglect and abuse they suffered is unfathomable. They're strong, and I respect them for that.

Jett pulls me into a one-armed hug. "How's my favorite sister doing today?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm your only sister."

"Priest bein' good to you?"

I laugh. "Of course he is."

"He wouldn't want to be anything but good to you," Rock puts in, sidling up on my other side.

Both of my brothers are protective, just as much as Priest is. Which I don't mind, even if they do all get intense at times. I know it's how they show they care and I understand it. I never want any of them to change. They let me be myself, and I've no reason to want to change them.

Getting to know my brothers has been better than I expected. When we all got over the initial shock of it, both of them were super supportive of my union with Priest and starting our life together here in New Orleans. This club has been the best thing that's happened to me and I couldn't wish for a better family.

"I doubt he'd step out of line with the two of you going all caveman on me," I laugh.

I feel Rock glance down at me. "Better get used to it. And if he even thinks about steppin' out of line…"

"He won't." I elbow Rock in the ribs, or I attempt to. He's pretty fast.

"Anyway, she's gonna be married soon," Jett goes on. "Then no doubt knocked up."

"Let's not get crazy." It's no secret that Priest wants a family, but talking about this with my brothers isn't something I'm gonna do. "We've got plenty of time before all of that."

"Before all of what?" I hear Priest behind me.

I turn at the sound of his voice, as do Jett and Rock.

"Before you make an honest woman out of our sister," Jett retorts with a snicker.

Priest's arms wrap around my waist as he nuzzles into my neck. "I missed you."

I smile. He's always like this and he doesn't care who hears. "I missed you, too."

Rock makes puking noises and the girls gush.

"Aww, you're such a sweetie," Crystal says. "I remember when Ryder used to be that romantic."

"What happened?" Deanna's gathering all of the paint brushes to be washed.

"Marriage." She shrugs.

The boys snort.

"See that's what I always say, if it ain't broke…" Jett's words of wisdom do not deter me one little bit. I can't wait to be Priest's wife.

"Did you boys come here to help, or just loiter around being annoying." I feel heat in my belly when Priest kisses me on the neck.

"I came to ask my fiancé if she'd like to go have lunch," he mutters. Though, I know what we'll end up doing out back if he keeps this up.

"Get a room," Rock complains. "And the last time I checked, we didn't need an excuse to visit our sister in her little studio. I can't wait for yoga."

I can't help but laugh. I can't imagine Rock doing yoga. Or pottery class. Or any kind of art class to be honest. "Well make sure you bring Aspyn along, because I"m sure she'd love to see you in downward facing dog."

"You're already hurting my brain," he complains.

"You can't just come and steal her away for lunch," Stella interrupts. "We have wedding things to discuss, and that means no boys. Sorry."

Priest's mouth is at my ear again. "That true?"

I shrug.

"I'm sure I could convince you to ditch your friends," he murmurs.

"I can't do that!" I whisper-shout. "That's rude."

"What's rude is how hard I am right now."

"You know we can hear you?" Jett turns to leave, not before shoving Priest in the shoulder.

Rock chuckles, patting Priest on the back. "No matter what happens, better do as the ol' lady says. It's safer that way."

Priest ignores them. "And what does my ol' lady say?"

I push my ass back into him, his cock digging into the small of my back. "I say we go and get sushi."

"Is that code word for sex?" Stella butts in.

"Why is everyone so nosy today?" I shake my head. "I'll go get actual sushi for our lunch, and Priest can come help me. That way he gets time with me and you all get the lunch I promised."

"Sounds fair." Deanna shrugs.

"Sushi is disgusting." Jett wrinkles his nose. "But I'll take a burger if Priest is buyin'." Jett hops up onto the counter like he's here for the rest of the day.

"Perfect." I smile. "I need those floating shelves nailed to the wall since you're both just standing around."

Rock grimaces that now he has work to do but Priest is already tugging me toward the door.

"We're timin!" Jett calls as Priest flips him the bird. I hear Stell, Crystal and Deanna cackle behind me.

When we get outside, Priest pulls me into the alley a few doors up. He presses his body into mine. "Wish they'd all disappear so I can fuck you on that bench top."

I swing my arms around his neck. "You have a one track mind."

He grins, cupping my face. "I can't help that I have a sexy soon-to-be-wife who I can't stop touching."

I've filled out in the last six months, putting some badly needed weight on, and Priest loves my curves. "Sorry, but I'm not putting out in an alleyway."

He grins against my mouth. "I can't wait to be at that altar, watching you walk towards me."

I smile, his hands press against either side of my head. "I can't wait either. Will it always be like this?"

"Of course. I'm crazy about you, and as long as you're still crazy about me…"

I capture his mouth before he can finish. His tongue brushes mine and a moan leaves my chest. "Priest, baby."

"You wet?"

I bite my lip.

"Shit. How am I gonna explain this to your annoying brothers?" He pulls back and I glance down at the bulge in his jeans.

"Maybe we better wait till it goes down."

He glances down at my body. "With you dressed like that? I don't think so."

I glance down at my unassuming leggings and tank. They seem pretty ordinary to me.

He cups one tit as his mouth lowers to my ear. "These babies are so much bigger now. Turns me the fuck on."

I slap his hand away. "Well, it'll be worth the wait till we get home."

He growls. "Always makin' me wait."

"Oh, but you know it'll be worth it."

He sighs into my skin and I hold him close. "It always is, my little one, it always is."

My heart constricts with contentment. I have everything I want and life is just beginning.

"I love you," I whisper, but my words get lost as Priest finds my mouth once more.

Priest

I stare at my Bella as she walks toward me. Rock on one side, Jett on the other as they walk her down the aisle. She's so beautiful. Dressed in a full length, white lace gown with gorgeous detail. The bodice sucks her in at the waist but displays her gorgeous curves and full tits. She's covered, of course, my little beauty is always classy. The neck to her dress is high, along with long sleeves that are sheer, fine intricate beads and lace swirling up her arms making her look like a goddess.

She's my goddess.

I feel my dad's hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. Harlem is on the other side, my best man, along with Riot and Nevada.

We chose Father Dan's parish to get married, the reception is being held at the clubs' restaurant on Bourbon Street nicknamed The Grill. But none of that matters.

Tears fall from my bride"s eyes as I wipe a tear away from mine. My God. She's never looked so beautiful. The veil covers her face and her hair is swept up into a low bun.

"You did good, son," Dad says. "She's a beauty."

I swallow the lump in my throat as she turns to hug both her brothers, then her hands reach out to find mine.

"Be good to her," Rock warns. "Or else."

I nod as he and Jett move into their seats and the ceremony begins. Everyone is here.

It's our special day.

Father Dan smiles at us and then begins. Everything goes by in a blur.

When it's time to kiss the bride, I pull her to me and then our mouths meet. I sweep her back, holding her in my arms as the crowd claps and whistles.

I can't keep my hands off her as she sits on my knee at the reception, a glass of champagne in her hand as we look across the room at all of our friends and family.

"Happy?" I ask.

She nods. "Yes, extremely. Husband."

I kiss her, resting one hand on the small of her back. "I can"t wait to get you out of this dress, wife. I know you said a year — which was six months ago — but damn baby, I want to knock you up so bad."

My dick twitches as she laughs, her chest heaving as I imagine what I'm gonna do to her in this dress as soon as I can whisk her away.

I'm so proud of her. Setting up her studio and working closely with Father Dan and the parish, along with taking over the role as head co-ordinator at the Soup Kitchen. She radiates happiness, and I think in some small way I had a little bit to do with that.

"Well, we can practice, right?" Her words go straight between my legs.

"The bathroom," I groan.

"Xavier Samuel Grieves!" Okay, as long as she never calls me Percy ever again. "I'm not having sex in a bathroom."

"Damn it. Thought we could role play again like we did the last time."

She tries not to laugh but fails. "When I was your needy little sweet butt?" She looks down at herself. "Not in this dress."

"No," I agree. "In this dress you're my queen."

There's a commotion from the dance floor as I peer over. Cash, Harlem and Tag are immediately in the center, and it looks like they're trying to escort someone out… A chick who looks to be causing trouble as she points at Cash when he tries to grip her by the elbow.

"Stay here," I say as she slides off my knee.

"Is everything okay?" Bella frowns.

I kiss her quickly. "Everything's fine, baby. Save a dance for me."

When I get there, Cash is pointing at her. "This isn't the time or place…"

"Maybe not for you!" The woman hisses back. "But it is for me. This is personal."

"This is a wedding," Cash bites back. "A private function. I've told you before…"

So they know each other?

"Estelle?" Nevada's eyes are wide, his hands on his hips as he approaches.

The short, auburn, spit-fire of a woman turns and balks at him. Taking a long look down his body, she does not look impressed. "You again?"

Nevada told me about some chick that kicked his ass a few weeks ago, but her name was…

"And stop calling me that, my name is Star," she fires back. I can tell right away this chick has a temper.

Nevada looks up at Cash. "I'll take care of this."

"Don't you even think about it!" She goes to shove Nevada back. "You know what happened last time."

"What happened last time?" Harlem looks between the two, clearly seeing no threat here except some kind of lovers tiff and some crazy chick yelling.

"Never mind," Nevada says at the same time Star says, "I kicked his ass."

He told me about this woman that came into the Whiskey bar to talk to Brew, but before he got a chance to say anything, Nevada punched him in the stomach so he couldn"t talk and then proceeded to tell her he was in fact Brew.

She's some kind of PI and is very interested in the human trafficking ring that we broke up all those months ago when the mob was taken out. I don't know what her issue is, but it's hilarious seeing her spit profanities at Nevada. Seriously, I'd pay to see his ass kicked.

"Get her out of here," Cash warns.

"Fuck you!" Star flings back at him as Nevada grabs her elbow and begins to drag her away. But Star starts to swing. The balls on this chick are like nothing else.

"Jesus woman!" Nevada looks around helplessly, even though he's twice, if not three times, her size. The mans a lover, not a fighter, and he's not exactly gonna hit a woman just to stop her from assaulting him. "You keep swinging, princess. This is foreplay to me."

"Priest?" I hear Bella behind me. "Is everything okay?"

I turn, wrapping my arms around my wife as I lead her back toward our table. "It's just one of Nevada's girls. You know how crazy they get."

She tries to peer over my shoulder but I'm too tall. "She looked pretty mad."

"He'll calm her down." I dread to think what that entails.

We get back to the table and my dad joins us at the same time. "Everything okay, son?"

I glance up at my father in his tuxedo. Most of the guys wore suit pants and their cuts, but in the church they all donned suit jackets or no cut at all out of respect for Bella and for the church.

"Fine, Dad. Nevada has it handled."

He gives me a chin lift, then looks down to Bella. He smiles at her. "I know he'll make you very happy, Bella. And hopefully soon you'll make me a Grandpapa."

I shake my head laughing as my sister, Hope, joins us. She's had a little too much to drink and hugs Bella for a ridiculously long time. "I missed you!" She says when she finally lets go. I realize that she's talking to me.

"Oh yeah, your sister wants to move in with me," Dad goes on. My father isn't her father, but he's never treated her any differently since they met six months ago. "Temporarily, until she gets her own place."

I'm surprised, but not against the idea. I'd love to see my sister more.

"Yes!" Hope smiles. "And I can be around to help with the baby."

"I haven't knocked her up yet," I whisper behind my hand. "These things take time."

"Oh!" Hope giggles. "I've always wanted a sister!" She hugs Bella again.

Dad gives me an eye roll then lowers his voice. "We'll talk about this later. It might be good for her since her break up."

Hope and her boyfriend just parted ways, needless to say he wasn't a good guy and I'm still yet to find out the details. Hope thinks if she tells me, I'll do something about it, and she's right, I will.

"You good to keep an eye on her?" I ask Dad.

He grins. "You got somewhere to be?"

I look down at my wife. "Oh, yeah. Like I say, these things take time."

Bella moans as I part her legs farther. Cupping her tits, she squeezes them together and my dick jerks at the sight. She still has her gown on, but I shoved the top down so it bunches under her tits and the sleeves hang loosely. The bottom of her dress meets her waist as I eat her pussy. I've been imagining this all night; Bella coming undone by just my tongue alone. I'm still in my suit, the bow tie loose and my shirt hanging open. My naughty wife tried to tug my pants off, but I couldn't wait. I had to have a taste of her.

"Fuck, baby."

She grips my head as I plunge my tongue inside her hole, my thumb pressing her clit. Then she detonates as I look up to watch her flushed cheeks and heaving chest bounce as I milk her orgasm. I move up onto my knees, my fingers still between her pussy.

I loosen my belt, teasing her a little, and unzip my pants. Lowering my head, I suck on one perky nipple as she holds them both to my mouth. I move to the other side, sucking and tugging, knowing it drives her wild. "My fuckin' wife," I mutter.

"I love you, husband."

I love her pants and moans, especially when I'm playing with her. I continue to suck her tits back and forth, loving how big and round they are. I need to put a baby in her so bad, then these will get even bigger. Imagining her pregnant with my kid makes me wanna combust, and when her hand grips my cock through my pants, this time I let her.

I continue to flutter my fingers against her pussy until she's heaving again, shoving two fingers inside her wet hole, she comes again as I let go of her tit with a loud pop.

"Inside me," she cries. "Now, Priest."

I fucking love this woman. "Dirty girl." I press a quick kiss to her lips, leaving her panting for more.

She tugs my shirt the rest of the way off and I shove it behind me. Then I lift and shove my pants and boxers off and move back over her.

She's sitting up, her legs spread and her wedding dress covering the middle part of her body. I want her just like this. I want to fuck her all night in this dress.

She grips my dick and I hiss. I know she wants it in her mouth, my dirty little girl, but there's no time for that.

I let her fondle me as I watch, my fingers still moving in and out of her slowly. "You're so wet, little one. Does your husband make you feel good?"

"Yes, but he'd make me feel even better if he got inside me."

I grin then I shove her onto her back as she yelps. I come over the top of her, knocking her knees wider with mine, holding the top of the headboard I shove my cock all the way in. She cries out and I stay seated. "Is this what you want?"

She bites down on her lip. "Yes."

I slide out, then ram back in again. Her tits jiggle as I stay seated once more. "Hard and fast, or hard and slow."

A smile creeps across her face. "Hard and fast, the first time anyway."

I grin. "A woman after my own heart."

I don't give her a second to ponder that as I grip the head board and pull out. I slide in and begin to fuck my beautiful wife with everything I've got. And she laps up every second of it. I gaze down at her as she squeezes her eyes shut, her legs wrapping around me as she grips my ass. "Oh, yes. Yes, Priest!"

The bed rocks and thumps against the wall.

The hotel we're staying in shouldn't have this issue, but then again, let the entire hotel know what we're doing in here, I don't give a shit.

"Come for me," I grunt. "Let me hear you, baby."

She lets go and I ram in harder, faster, falling myself as she grips my ass tighter and cries out my name. I spurt hot waves of cum inside her pretty pussy as I still, the moan leaving my chest sounds feral and wild. And that's exactly what she makes me.

I still, letting go of the headboard as I collapse on top of her. "That's a warm up," I whisper in her ear. "When I get my breath back, I want you on your knees, ass in the air."

"Let me get out of my dress at least," she pants.

I shake my head, kissing her pouty lips. "Nope. That stays on." I move down to her tits and kiss them both gently.

"Priest?"

I glance up. "Yeah, baby?"

"I know it's sooner than we said…"

I frown but my heart races in my chest. "What is?"

She cups my face as I move onto my elbows, still buried inside her. "I took a test today. I was feeling a little off-color and my period is late."

My eyes go wide. We said a year…Even if I've made no secret about it being fantastic if it happens sooner. "And?"

She smiles, her eyes dancing with delight. "And I'm pregnant, Xavier Samuel."

My mouth dries and a lump forms in my throat. "What?"

"I need to get a proper test done with my doctor, but I took it twice. Plus, my boobs hurt, my stomach isn't happy and I feel tired."

I glance down at her body. "You're gonna have my baby?"

"Yes, Priest. We're gonna have a baby."

I stare at her unmoving. My heart is so full it could burst out of my chest. "For real?"

I giggle. "Yes, for real."

"I thought you were still takin' birth control?"

She shrugs. "I stopped a few months ago. I didn't think it'd happen right away."

A rush of love and protection runs through my body. "This is the best day of my life."

"I'm terrified, but also so happy. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I only did the test a few days ago."

"You've known for a few days?"

My mouth hovers over hers.

"I know. I wanted it to be a surprise."

I peck a kiss to her lips. "It's a surprise, little one. And I couldn't be happier."

"So everyone can stop gossiping now."

I smooth back the hair from her face. "I think we can keep this a secret a little longer. I want to revel in this moment."

She laughs. "Of course you do."

"You're the best gift I've ever received." I move off her, sliding out and pressing a hand to her stomach. "I can't wait to be a father."

"I love you, Priest. I'm so happy, thanks to you my life changed for the better."

I roll onto my back, bringing her with me. "I love you, too. I'm gonna be the best father to our baby, and the best husband. Every single day, little one."

Her smile and the well of tears in her eyes tells me all I need to know.

The years of waiting for her were worth it.

With every beat of my heart, I'll live up to my promises.