Epilogue

Epilogue

Mattie

In the four months since Ben’s funeral, Evan has been dealing with the grief of his friend’s death. He’s been hanging around a lot with Haze and Vapor. They are both nineteen and good role models. We’ve discovered Evan has a real talent for drawing, and coupled with his interest in tattoos, he was spending a lot of time hanging around the tattoo shop. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to have a career as a tattooist as he was such a bright boy, and it seemed a waste of his talents. But after learning more about the trade I realized it was as worthwhile a career as any. He is still in two minds, but he’s definitely decided he wants to go to art school. He was way too young to actually tattoo anyone, but he could practice drawing tattoos and develop a portfolio of original designs.

Law enforcement found Pope’s body at the bottom of a local lake. Cause of death was massive trauma from an automobile accident where he didn’t seem to be wearing a seat belt. I couldn’t tell if the Savage Legion had a hand in this or not. I suspected they had, but I didn’t care. Pope was history and couldn’t ever hurt Evan again. That was all that mattered to me. I was the kind of person who reserved all my empathy for the innocent rather than the people trying kill them.

Waking up in our lovely new home with Rigs every morning was a privilege, and I was careful to never take what I had for granted. Weekends were the best because we could sleep in and cuddle.

Rigs had been absolutely insatiable since my baby bump began to show. And my pregnancy hormones were making my libido spike. So when he pulls me back against his cock, I wiggle myself into position.

Being almost five months pregnant meant I’m not uncomfortably large yet, but Rigs still takes special care when we have sex. He has gentle hands and a rough cock. I was always wet and ready for him, especially in the mornings.

Unfortunately, my wiggling gets me nowhere because he whispers, “You know the rules, sugar. You have to come me for once before you get my cock.”

That’s not fair,” I groan. “I’m already wet and ready. I’m carrying your child. Give me what I want.”

I can feel his body stiffen against mine. “You don’t play fair, do you? How about a compromise?”

He slides his thick, hard cock through my folds from behind until the fat head of his cock collides with my clit. I moan with pleasure and spread my legs. He reaches down and bumps his cock against my clit.

“Oh God, that feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.”

Instead of doing as I ask, he presses my legs together and begins sliding through my folds, hitting my clit over and over again until I’m shaking with need. It feels so good, but I want his cock inside me. So I decide to pull out all the stops, because my man loves to hear me talk dirty.

“I can feel your precum leaking all over my clit, feeling your thick cock sliding through my lips is making me soaking wet. Just think how good it would feel to have my pussy squeezing down on your shaft.”

That’s all it takes to push my hot biker over the edge. He rams his cock into me in one powerful trust. “You never play fair, sugar. You always know what to say to get your way with me.”

“I love feeling you come inside me, coating my pussy walls and dripping out of me, then feeling you fuck it back in again.”

“Oh fuck, I love it when you talk dirty.” He gasps while his cock is hitting me deep.

“No one’s ever filled me up like you do. My pussy is stretched tight.”

“Babe, you’re gonna make me come too fast.” He hisses and I can feel his shaft twitching in me.

“There’s no such thing as too fast because my strong, sexy fiancé can just fuck right though it and get ready for round two without even pulling out.”

“I fucking love the feel of coming inside you while you orgasm. There is no better feeling in the world than knowing your body is open and welcoming my seed.”

When his finger taps my clit as he pushes deep and holds himself there, my entire body lights up with the hardest orgasm of my entire life. His other hand twists my nipple, and he whispers, “Just like that, sugar. Clamp down on my cock and let me fill you to overflowing with my seed.”

I just keep coming as he taps my clit, stringing out the orgasm for what feels like forever. When I relax back against his body, he pumps into me some more, only more gently this time. I’m so full of his come that it’s dripping out of my body. When he pulls out, he uses the sperm leaking out of my body to stroke another quick rough orgasm out of me.

I look over my shoulder at him and smile. “You’re an evil genius when it comes to sex.”

“You bring out the devil in me, sugar.”

“I love you.”

“I’m glad, because I have a special gift for you today.”

“I always think of your cock as a gift.”

He laughs. “It’s one of many I have planned for you, my love.”

He gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom and comes back wearing the long cross he always wears, and still hard. Before he can get into the bed, I sit up, reach for his cock, and suck it into my mouth. Every time I suck his cock, Rigs is always so surprised, but delighted. I take my time with him, just like he did with me, flicking my tongue over his piercing.

He runs one hand through my hair. It was his way of letting me know he’s about to come. I suck him deep and swallow a couple of times until he comes with a gush down my throat.

I look up at him with a smile on my face like the cat that got the cream, his necklace is right in my face. Linked on the chain beside the cross are three rings. I sit up and reach for them.

“You found your gift.”

I finger through the rings and realize one is a large diamond engagement ring and the other two are fancy wedding bands with Celtic knot designs etched on them.

“You like them, sugar? They belonged to my grandmother. She willed them to me a long time ago and told me to save them for the right woman.”

“I love them. In fact, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful before.”

“They’re handmade and eighteen karat gold.” Lifting the chain off his neck, he carefully removes the engagement ring and slips it onto my finger.

“Oh, it fits perfectly. How strange is that?”

He chuckles. “Not very strange at all. I took one of your other rings and had it sized at a local jeweler.”

I give him a nice long kiss. After pulling back, I admire the way it looked on my hand. “You’re a man who doesn’t leave anything to chance.”

He sits on the bed and watches me admire his sweet gift. “Of course not. I’ve waited a lifetime to have a family. I plan to make sure they’re the happiest people on planet earth.”

“I don’t know about Evan and our unborn child, but you can consider me, mission accomplished. I absolutely adore everything about you.”

“You’re so good for my ego, Mattie. It’s so gratifying to have the woman I love the most feel the same way about me. I almost didn’t approach you at all. I thought you were too young, smart, and beautiful for someone like me. I was so fucking jealous that Dutch got asked to take you that Stupid fucking ball that I almost ripped his head off.”

“It was always you right from the start for me. Seriously, there was something about you that I just couldn’t put my finger on, something that made you stand out among all your brothers.”

“Would you have approached me if I hadn’t approached you first?”

I give him a rueful look. “I’m going to say maybe not. I wasn’t focused on dating back then. Plus, I thought you were totally out of my league. You were someone who had their life together, while my life was a mess. I have MS. Although it’s relatively well managed with medication, it still scares a lot of people off.”

“You seem to be doing really well.”

“I have flareups, I might be okay for a few months and then I might have problems. The condition is unpredictable, and I guess that’s why I gave up on dating.”

He shrugs. “We might all end up with mobility problems when we get old. You can’t live your life based on what might happened in the future, you know?”

I nod. “It’s hard having such a perfect husband when I’m anything but perfect myself.”

“I think you should know that I’m far from perfect. I killed one of the people on your list. He was a kid who went missing and then turned out to be repeat offender pedophile when he grew up. It was kind of like the same situation with Pope. We needed the information he had so I interrogated him and then made sure he could never harm another child.”

“I can’t imagine you taking a human life if it could be avoided. You’re far too kind and decent to do something like that.”

“I used to take the dark deeds upon myself, so my club brothers didn’t have to. I wanted to protect them from the mental anguish of doing things that they could never forget.”

I cup his face and look deep into his eyes. “From now on, I don’t want you taking the darkness into yourself anymore. You’re a good, decent man and you don’t deserve to have all that garbage floating around in your head.”

“I won’t because I don’t want any of the awfulness of those situations rubbing off on you, Evan, or our little one when she’s born.”

“I love you, baby. And I want you to find the same sense of peace you insist on us having. You’ve done your share of dark deeds. It’s someone else’s turn.”

“I promise not to volunteer myself for anything like that again. Now that the FBI has taken over the missing children’s cases, it’s time for us to find a little peace and live our lives.” Rigs kisses the top of my head gently.

“I’m still poking around, looking for leads. I meant what I said about not giving up until they’re all found.” Quite a few of the kids had been tracked down and reunited with their parents, some were adults and had almost forgotten their former lives. It hurt my heart to think about what kind of trauma they had been through. But hopefully the healing could now start. Rigs and I were still adamant that if any kids turned up who had no family, then we would take them in. We had more than enough love to go around.

“Of course, we’re going to continue poking around on our own. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Rigs says.

“So, when were you thinking about us tying the knot?”

“Today, tomorrow, next week, anytime you like really. What kind of wedding do you want?”

“Something small and intimate.”

“Formal or informal?”

“Informal, of course. It’s like you don’t even know me.”

“How about you wear kitten heels like you did for Dutch?”

I smack his chest playfully. “You are the most infuriatingly jealous man I have ever met. And how do you know I wore kitten heels? Were you spying on me?”

He rubs his chest and says, “I made Dutch tell me everything about your date that night. It was agonizing, but I couldn’t stand not knowing. I was obsessed with you and didn’t know how to handle it.”

“You are hands down the most attractive, smart, compassionate, and fun man I’ve ever met. Ever since I med you, I don’t even think about other men.”

He looks at me with big, innocent eyes. “You’re carrying my child. It biologically precludes you from thinking of anyone but the father.”

I shoot him a disbelieving look. “Tell me you don’t actually believe something that absurd.”

“No, I don’t. I’ll tell you what I do believe, though. If I lick your pretty pussy every single day, you’ll only be thinking of me and my devilishly talented tongue.”

I smile. “Rigs, you have a dirty mouth, and it’s not from licking my girly bits.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Girly bits? I don’t have a nickname for my cock.”

I push him back onto the bed. “If we were coming up with nicknames for your cock, it would have to be something like the queen’s mount.” I throw one leg over his hip and sink down onto his hard cock. He gazes up at me as I begin moving up and down. “Do you get it?”

“Yes. You’re my queen and are welcome to ride to your heart’s content anytime you like.”

“That’s a generous offer. I plan to take you up on that night and day.”

This is the slow fuck we both need, where we look into each other’s eyes and really feel the connection between us. This is everything I ever wanted but never thought possible. Now that I have it, I am never letting it go. What Rigs and I have is worth fighting the world to keep. It is more important than anything else in my life. He is my love, the father of my children, and the glue that holds my happily ever after together.

THE END

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