Epilogue

Priscilla

Two Months Later

I hold up my class schedule for Rage to see. “Becoming an x-ray tech takes only two years. They make good money and it’s something I always wanted to do. What do you think?”

Taking the schedule out of my hand, Rage looks it over. “I say you’re going to be the best x-ray technician in the whole hospital. I’m really proud of you for going back to college to get your degree.”

“They have two-year and four-year programs. I figure if I get through two years, maybe I can go for a four-year degree. If it’s hell on earth, I can just look for a job that only requires an associate’s degree, That’s a good idea, right?”

“Absolutely, Prissy. I just know you’re going to study hard and be good at your job.”

I smile as I look around the lodge he chose for our first couple’s weekend. Even though I won our little bet I decided that Rage could choose where we stayed, and I don’t think I could have picked a better place. I love the little wooden lodge with its view of the beautiful river out the window near our table in the restaurant. It’s just us, Mia is staying with Meli who has become like a grandmother to her. Rage was correct, family isn’t just about blood. But in our case, it is—we got the DNA results back and Mia really is his daughter. I was so happy I cried, Rage did too. I knew with all my heart that he’d love that little girl like his own whatever the results showed, but to know that she was truly his. I felt like I’d given him the best present ever.

A lot has happened in the two months since my parents tried to get me to marry my attacker. I’m not sure what Malcolm and Ashton’s fate was, while Rage and I talk about everything and we have a ‘no secrets’ rule, there’s some club business that is ‘need to know’ only. I guess I didn’t really need to know. But he’s reassured me that I would never have to worry about that pair ever again.

My mind goes to my parents and what they did to me, I guess I must have looked a bit wistful because Rage asks gently, “Do you want to talk about the sentencing?”

I glance away. “They both got eight years each. It made me angry because it doesn’t seem long enough.”

“I know, but you have to remember their charges all revolved around their insurance fraud, not around what they did to us all those years ago. There isn’t enough of a punishment that would be justice for that.”

“I know. The cops didn’t recover all the money though. I would have thought the punishment would be stiffer.” I hesitate for a moment before adding, “My parents are still upset because they can’t get a hold of Ashton or Malcolm. They keep telling everyone that the Savage Legion killed them.”

“And you’re worried that my club did murder them, right?” Rage asks.

I throw up my hands in a gesture of confusion. “I’m as curious as everyone else.”

He takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes,” I tell him decisively, “I’d really like to know.” Then just as quickly I change my mind, “No. Maybe I don’t. But are you sure they can’t hurt me again?”

“You’re safe from the Whitmores,” Rage says.

Part of me wants to know what happened, but I want to believe the past is in the past. I sit back in my chair, “Then this nightmare is truly over, right?

“Yes, it is. Malcolm Whitmore deserves to do time like your parents, but rich assholes like him always slip through the net. I don’t think he’s gonna be having such a lavish lifestyle where he ended up. As for Ashton…” he pauses and looks at me, I don’t know if I want to know his fate, but I need some reassurance, so I give Rage a nod to go on. “That evil fucker won’t be harming anyone or anything ever again, you have my word on that. You never have to worry again Prissy girl, I’m always gonna keep you and my little girl safe. You’ve got me and the Savage Legion behind you, no one messes with us.”

“I trust you to handle things, Rage. You know that I do.”

***

“Oh God!” I gasp. My hands are pressed against the tiles, and I can feel Rage standing behind me. His stiff cock is sliding between my thighs as his fingers pinch my nipples.

The water from the shower is cascading down my body and it all feels like exquisite torture.

His lips brush the back of my neck, and he says, “Damn you are so fucking sexy, I’m gonna burst.”

He shifts his hips, and I feel his cock slip between my folds. I lean forward to make things easier for him and he positions himself at my entrance with a groan.

“Love seeing you soaking and ready for me,” he says, his voice hoarse with lust. He’s still pinching and tugging my nipple and his other hand snakes around my waist, I shudder as his fingers brush my swollen clit.

“I’m so ready, I want to feel you fill me up,” I moan as I rock my hips, impatient for him.

“Fuck, Prissy what are you doing to me?”

With that he slowly slides in and the sensation of fullness as he slips into my drenched pussy is like nothing on earth. It’s as though my body is made for this man.

We’ve already had sex on the bed, the floor, and we’d intended on having a quick shower before heading out for dinner, but one thing led to another, and I’m moaning and gasping as he brings me to another orgasm.

“Rage I’m coming,” I shout as my pussy starts spasming around his cock. It feels like electric shocks are running through me. His talented fingers are rubbing my clit and he’s teasing my hard nipples at the same time. I can feel him pounding into me and the sensual sounds as our bodies slap together take me to another level.

“Fuck,” Rage gasps as he thrusts deep, and his cock starts twitching inside me as he fills me up with his hot seed.

I’m gasping as I feel him pull out, the sensation of emptiness is quickly gone as he pulls me back to his chest and his hand comes down and he starts to rub his come over my clit. While his fingers stroke me to another mind-blowing orgasm, his lips are brushing the back of my neck. He turns me around, so my back is against the cool tiles and his lips capture mine as his fingers slip into my pussy.

He stops kissing me just long enough to say, “I fucking love you Priscilla.” Before his mouth moves further down and he captures a nipple, sucking it to a hard peak.

“I love you, Rage,” I gasp, as his fingers start stroking my g-spot.

It’s with him on his knees in front of me, sucking on my clit and his fingers dancing inside me that I come for what seems like the hundredth time, and he’s there to catch me as my knees buckle.

Finally, we manage to get out of the shower and get dressed.

We’re planning on spending most of the time in our room with its hot tub on the porch and a view of the canyons. But before we settle in for our second evening, Rage wants us to go out for a bite to eat. As I head out, I glance around, noticing the place is a ghost town. There had been a few families when we arrived yesterday, but now the place is empty, “Where is everyone? I’d have thought this place would be busy this time of year.”

Rage chuckles. “You don’t miss much, do you, Prissy girl?”

I couldn’t help but smile because I love how sweet he is to me. Rage holds his hand out to me, “Come, sweetness. I have something to show you before we go to the restaurant.”

“I hope it’s a waterfall,” I say enthusiastically.

“Sorry to disappoint, It’s not a waterfall.”

I let him lead the way, instead of heading to his motorcycle he turns to go up a dirt path. I can hear noise in the distance, and it sounds like there’s a party going on. As we turn the corner suddenly, I see it. All our friends have gathered. There are tables and chairs and a long banquet table off to the side. I see Mia with Amy and Louisa running around the large lawn, chasing Barley.

I cling to Rage’s arm unsure what to make of the situation. Glancing up at him, I ask, “What’s this about?”

Instead of answering me he whistles loudly and waves his hands at a couple of prospects. They unfurl a huge banner that says, Welcome to Rage and Priscilla’s Engagement Party!

My hands fly to my cheeks and I’m both stunned and pleased. “You did this for us?”

He shakes his head. “No. I can’t take full credit, I gave them some ideas, but it was the old ladies who planned everything out.”

“I’ll be sure to thank them,” I murmur as I watch everyone laughing and having a great time.

When we step out onto the lawn, the club wives surround us. Cleo, who is the club president’s wife, gives me a hug. “Congratulations. Welcome to the Savage Legion MC.” The other old ladies flutter around me, making sure I have a warm welcome. For once in my life, I feel loved, respected, and like I’m part of something important.

Meli shows up with boxes of confections and everyone swarms her. I can tell by her smiles and teasing that she is right where she’s supposed to be too. There’s Ven and his old lady Amy who’s now around seven months pregnant. As Rage’s blood brother I’ve gotten close to them too and I love seeing how my sometimes-gruff biker is with his friends.

When I turn to look at Rage, he’s standing with his club brothers, full on smiling in my direction. They call him Rage, but unless he’s fighting off enemies, I don’t think he does much raging anymore. My life has done a one-eighty in the last several months. And I love everything about my new life. Even Mia is adjusting well, developing friendships and growing into the kind of person I always hoped she would be. Before I had a facsimile of a family but now, I have a real one forged through bonds of love.

THE END