Epilogue

Max

Three Months Later

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who took paternity leave, but here I am, holding my baby girl against my chest while I ignore every other responsibility piling up around me.

“You excited to go back to work tomorrow?” Collette rubs my shoulders from behind. “Outlaw said he’s stopping by later with some kind of case. That’s exciting.”

“It’s funny, bounty hunting was my whole life three months ago. Now I don’t want to leave.”

“We don’t want you to leave either.” She kisses the back of my neck, spreading warm, wet heat across my skin. I’m going to miss this. No stress. No worries. Just Collette, Maddy, and I. “You can still stop home for lunch, though, and I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get home.”

“You don’t have to do that. I want you rested, not waiting on me. You’re busy with the baby, anyway. I’ll cook for you.”

She laughs. “I’m not sending you out into the world to work all day and not have dinner waiting when you get home.”

“I appreciate it, but I’m not going to have you doing everything around here.” I stand from the rocker and turn toward her. “Outlaw is rolling up. I’m going to talk to him for a bit. Can we finish this conversation later?”

She nods her head, takes the baby, and tips up onto her toes for a kiss. “She needs a nap, anyway. I love you.”

“Love you more.”

This is what life has been since the wedding, sweet and peaceful. I’ve never been happier. We made it official right here on the ranch with the guys from the MC and a few close family members. It was small and simple, but that’s what Collette wanted. Her mom even came around when she found out I kicked the shit out of her ex and sent him back to Wyoming. Turns out, even the kindest folks can respect some well-deserved violence.

I step out onto the porch and return to my rocking chair, gliding it back and forth slowly as I harmonize with the squeak the old girl has been giving off for years.

Outlaw is slow getting off his bike. He’s been quiet lately, which scares me. At first, I thought he was giving me space given the wedding and subsequent birth of the baby, but as time went on, I realized something isn’t right.

He swings one leg over the top of the bike and steps toward the house, one heavy boot at a time. He’s a big guy, muscular and covered in tattoos. We all are, but he’s especially built. Outlaw’s expectation is that every bounty could end with a sprint or a street fight, and he trains hard for everything in between.

Survival is what he calls it.

“Hey, long time.” He climbs up the front steps and holds out his hand. “How’s the baby?”

“Good. Crazy she’s three months old already.”

“Crazy you have a baby.” He laughs. “You like fatherhood?”

“Ah, so far so good. I haven’t dropped her on her head, so that’s a plus. Figure the real mistakes don’t happen until she’s older, anyway. Maybe around thirteen when she starts talking about boys… that’s going to be tough.”

Outlaw laughs and leans back in the rocker next to me. “Yup. I don’t envy you. I’ve made it this long without kids. I can go another thirty years.”

“It’s a lot better than I ever thought it would be, even the shitty diapers. She’s just so damn cute.”

“You’re drunk right now. Have you been sleeping?” he jokes. “Kidding, man. I’m happy for you. How’s Collette feeling? I heard a few details from the delivery, and it sounds pretty scary.”

“Yeah, we were walking down by the river and the baby just came.” I shrug. “Call it mother nature or whatever but she just started having contractions, bent down, pushed once, and Maddy was here. I took her to the hospital—”

“On your bike?” He laughs.

“That’s funny, but no. In the truck, and thankfully everything was fine.”

“You’re definitely different.” He stares forward as he says, “This isn’t going to affect work, is it?”

I want to throw him a ‘fuck off,’ or a vehement ‘no,’ but truthfully, I don’t know. I never thought a baby could do this to me, but I feel softer. Suddenly, I don’t want to put myself in reckless situations. I want to protect my family and work a nine to five somewhere with a good retirement plan.

“No. It’s not going to affect my work. I’m excited to be getting back.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“Kind of.”

“So, what are we going to do about it?”

“What do you mean? There’s nothing to do. I helped found this club. I have to set an example.”

“Or… you let me take over.”

Letting anyone take over the MC outright, even Outlaw, is insanity. The work we do has only gotten harder, and it’s more than any one man should have to deal with.

“You work in the background, from home. You can orchestrate hunts, help me with the guys, and keep us right by the townsfolk. You’d still get a cut of the take, and you get to be with the family all the time.”

I’ve trusted Outlaw forever. He’s practically my brother. We grew up together in the same low-income housing, we worked in factories together for years, and we buddied up together to start the MC and the bounty business. There isn’t a man on Earth I can better think to take this role, but the thought of anyone having that much control sits awkwardly with me.

“You sure you want all that on your shoulders? The guys are a pain in the ass sometimes.”

“I’ve been handling it.”

“What are you guys working on right now?”

He tugs his phone out of his chest pocket and scrolls through some photos, stopping when he reaches one with the picture of a woman attached. She’s a tall blonde, curved waist, dark brown eyes, and delicate features. “This woman has robbed three banks between Montana and Wyoming. There are highway cameras that show her coming in this direction.”

“Hey,” Collette steps out onto the porch, “I was just passing by. Can I see that photo closer?” She takes Outlaw’s phone and studies the photo on the screen. “I know that girl.”

“What?” I stand beside her. “How?”

“I haven’t seen her in a while. I even went looking for her before I moved up here with you. I wanted to say goodbye, but she was gone.”

“Wait,” wood boards bend and creak as Outlaw moves toward us, “you’ve talked to her?”

“Yeah, pretty sure. I wouldn’t forget her face. She’s really pretty, soft and gentle looking. Why do you have a picture of her?”

“She robbed two banks across two states, and we think she’s hiding up here.”

Collette drags in a deep breath. “What? No.” She laughs. “You’ve got the wrong girl. She’s so young you’d think she was in college. Hell, she told me she’s never even been touched by a man before.”

“Virgins rob banks too,” Outlaw groans, taking his phone back. “What else did she tell you? What did she talk about?”

“Nothing. She was really tight lipped. She just… well… I complained a lot about being tired and she listened. I also told her how hot the sex was with Max back in—”

“Okay.” Outlaw swipes his hand down over his beard. “Anything she say to you that could be useful?”

“Not really. She liked cooking. She was always bringing me stuff, and she didn’t have a lot of life experience. That’s all I know.”

“Did you tell her Max was a bounty hunter?”

Collette’s eyes go wide. “Yeah, I did. Come to think of it… that’s when she got really weird and left. She said she’d left her stove on. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now I guess that’s pretty weird. I’m sorry. I would’ve said something if I—”

“Not your fault, baby. We’re good. Hey, while you’re here, what do you think of Outlaw stepping in for me with the MC.”

She narrows her brows. “What? Like… you giving it up?”

“No, I’d skip out on the hunting, but I’d run things logistically from here. It would give you more time to go back to school like you wanted and I could pick up extra time with Maddy while you’re studying.”

Her eyes brighten like I knew they would. “Look, you don’t have to ask me if I’m okay with you being out of harm’s way. I am.”

I lean into her lips and kiss them softly before turning back toward Outlaw. “It’s a deal. We’ll hold a meeting this weekend and let everyone know.”

Outlaw nods and hugs Collette before hopping down off the porch. “You remember anything else about what that girl told you, call me right away.”

She nods but looks up toward me. “That was three months ago. Wouldn’t she have left by now?”

“Not always. They get comfortable, learn the terrain, change their look, and think they can outsmart you. If she’s still here, Outlaw will find her.”

She rests her hand on my chest and stares up at me with that sweet smile I adore. “You okay? This whole thing will be a big change for you.”

“Yeah, I’m great. This is exactly what I want, more time with my girls. Maddy down for a nap?”

“Yeah. You want to feed the horses with me? I have the baby monitor on. We’ll hear her if she calls.”

I grin and lift Collette into my arms, carrying her into the laundry room. It’s not ideal, but it’s the furthest away from the baby room, and with the door closed, my little cat can make all the noises she wants.

“Get on your knees.”

She squeals and grins, bending down before me.

“Good girl. Suck my cock.”

She unzips my jeans and pushes them to the ground with my boxers, gripping my dick in her hand. Her tongue swirls around the head and she takes me in slowly, gagging on my length as she works.

Weaving my fingers through her hair I thrust her face deeper onto my dick, listening to the sweet sounds of her choking and moaning.

“Good, fucking girl. Suck my cock like a good, fucking girl.”

She cups her hand around my dick and sucks harder and harder until finally, I pull her off me.

Spit drips from her mouth as she backs away. “You better be giving me more!”

“More? What did my girl do that was naughty today?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I smile and bend her over the front of the washer. “Oh, trust me, I know all your secrets.”

“You didn’t know I talked to your newest bounty.”

“And fed her information, little cat.” I spank her ass, leaving red marks behind. “What am I going to do with you?”

“By the sounds of things,” she grins, panting slowly, “you need to keep a closer eye on me. Now, she’s probably gone, and I need to be properly punished.”

I spank her ass again. I then rub my hand over her pussy and smack it, enjoying the wet sound the vibration makes. “Fuck… you’re ready for me.”

“I am always ready for you,” she moans. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“You sure you can take it? I feel like being rough today.”

“Oh, I can take it.”

“Nah, I want to watch you touch yourself.”

“What?” She squeezes her legs together.

I lift her up onto the machine. “Spread your legs and touch that pretty pussy while I watch.”

“No, I want your cock.” There’s desperation in her tone.

I step forward and grip her throat gently, redirecting her. “I want to watch you come, little cat. Do it.”

She spreads her legs gently and my cock goes rock hard. Her clit is swollen, and her pussy is dark pink and glistening wet. I love nothing more than sinking into my dream girl, but right now, I’m desperate to watch the shape of her face change, desperate to hear her sounds, desperate to watch a show.

She pushes her hair back behind her shoulder and lowers her hand between her legs. I’ll never get sick of this. I want this woman every single day for the rest of eternity.

Her hips grind back and forth, and one hand lands on her breast as she works her clit. “Oh God, Max. I…”

“Good girl. Come for me. Come hard so I can fuck you.”

My cock throbs and aches as I watch and listen.

Her fingers work frantically as she gets wetter and wetter.

“Beg me to fuck you, little cat. Beg me!” I stroke my cock as I speak.

She’s whining, panting, desperate. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me!” Her pussy pulsates and sweet cream spills out onto the washer.

I’m tempted to lick it up, but the urge to fuck her is stronger. I lift her into my arms, set her on her feet, and kiss her lips, lifting my knee before I slide in.

She moans and holds the back of my neck as I enter. “Yeah, right there. Don’t stop.”

I’m lifting her ass and pumping her against my dick. One tit is free, rubbing against my chest while the other stays hidden.

Fucking hell. Every time is heaven on Earth.

I pump in harder, thrusting up into her over and over again, listening to her whine. “Tell me you belong to me.”

She pants. “I’m yours.”

“For how long?”

“Always.”

My cock erupts and come spills inside of her, coating her walls as I grip her tight.

People might know me as this big, tough, aggressive, and borderline feral biker. But right here, with this woman in my arms and that baby in my heart, I’m willing to do anything to keep this love. And if that means letting all the other dogs go hunting while I hold down the porch, I’m going to be the best guard dog this world’s ever seen.

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