Epilogue

Seven Years Later

Shadow

I don’t see the fight coming. One minute my beautiful wife is at the front of the room, reading the last chapter of her book, when suddenly, a commotion erupts in the audience, catching me completely off guard. Voices rise, chairs scrape across the floor, and tension fills the room.

My first instinct is to run to my wife and protect her from the threat when I realize she is in no danger. Whatever's causing the commotion has to do with the two girls in the second row pulling at each other's hair. Even so, I step close to my wife as a safety precaution.

Security isn't fast to reach the girls, and I watch with fascination as they tug at each other's hair and yell at one another, but not causing any actual damage to each other.

“Don't talk about Sammy like that! She was brave to kill the couple that kidnapped her.” yells one of the girls.

“You call that brave?” The other girl screams, tugging harder at the other’s hair. “The couple that kidnapped her did so because Sammy is a psychopath who shot their son!”

“She shot their son because he was stalking her!”

“No, he was not! Did you even read the same book?”

The girls continue to yell at each other, and I turn to my wife in confusion. “Are they fighting about your book?”

“Yeah, “she says with a sigh, leaning over to whisper. “You'll not believe how many of these catfights I see at book readings over my characters.”

I have read her books, and even though I think they're brilliant, because of course they are, I don't see how a fictional character could cause so much chaos.

Security finally gets to the girls, and they're dragged away kicking and screaming, and I almost think that's the end of it when, during question time, another argument breaks out. Thankfully, there is no hair-pulling this time, but tons of name-calling as one guy argues the Sammy character deserved everything she got. The girl arguing with him calls him a misogynistic pig who hates strong independent women, and the two are escorted out as well.

Suffice it to say, I have more fun at the book reading than I initially expected. Lisa has been having these book readings for a few years now, and it all started when she began incorporating romance in her horror and mystery novels. After two years, she was already selling out her book tours, and bookstores were begging the publishers for more copies, but the popularity of her stories isn't why my beautiful wife loves to write. She told me that when she had no one in her life, she found solace in reading and writing. She still finds solace in telling her stories, hence the reason she agrees to these book readings, hoping to offer comfort to someone who might need it.

There are always some crazy people in the audience though.

“It's all part of the experience,” Lisa jokes while on the elevator heading up to our hotel room. I always prefer it when these things happen at such a highly guarded location for her safety. Although I know there is no threat to Lisa's life anymore, I did promise to protect her to my last breath. After my brother's last attempt to reach me years ago, he fell into a turf war with the Italian Mafia, and he was killed. The remaining family has far more to worry about than tracking me down.

The elevator doors open to our floor, and I take Lisa's hand as we head to our suite. She's rapidly tapping on her phone even before the doors open, and I know she's trying to get a hold of Rhea. A scream tears from the screen followed by high-pitched laughter and more commotion a second before Rhea's tired face appears on the screen.

“I gave them sugar,” she says in greeting, as if to explain the commotion happening behind her. “I promised the kids that if they behaved all day, we would have ice cream for dessert, and they were perfect little angels. They even helped me water the flowers.”

“Is that my mommy?” Comes a familiar voice before my daughter's sweet face appears on the screen, her eyes wide with excitement. Our six-year-old daughter is an absolute angel, I would kill anyone who said otherwise. Just looking at the little human my wife and I made has my heart swelling with adoration.

“Hi pumpkin, how was your day?”

“Oh, hey, Daddy, we went shopping,” she says giddily. “Aunt Rhea bought me a pink bow, and she said if we were good all day and didn't run around the mall, then she would let us eat chocolate chip ice cream after dinner.”

Our daughter tells us all about her day and how she spent it with Rhea's son, who is about her age and explains why she wanted to have a sleepover at Aunt Rhea’s instead of coming with us to Houston. I bet she'd have slept through the entire thing, and I can't wait to get back to her tomorrow.

We chat her up for twenty minutes before she is pulled away to play more games, and we promise to check up on them tomorrow morning before hanging up.

“I'm jealous our little angel is having so much fun without us,” Lisa says, her eyes shining with mischief.

“We can have our own fun here, you know,” I say, shrugging off my jacket and approaching her, but she darts away before I can grab her. “Oh, you want to play?”

She bites her lip the way she knows drives me absolutely insane. “If you catch me, I'll show you what panties I'm wearing today. Hint, they're pink.”

My eyes flare with heat, and my cock hardens behind my fly as the playful chase begins. I dart around the sitting area, a mischievous grin on my face, ready to grab her. My wife giggles as she leaps out of the way before I can, her laughter filling the room. She weaves between the furniture, teasingly glancing back to see how close I am to catching her, the thrill of the chase causing her cheeks to flush a rosy hue.

“Really, you’re supposed to be a big bad biker, and you can't catch me? I'm beginning to think you're not curious about my panties after all,” she says with a mock pout.

My eyes narrow on her as we circle around, and I wait until the last minute when she's about to run to leap over the table and tackle her to the couch, breaking her fall with my forearm and careful not to hurt her. She laughs in delight as I hold her down on the couch, the sound a healing balm to my soul.

“You were saying?”

“Okay, fine, you win.” She giggles, freeing her hands from under me to wrap them around my shoulders, leaning up to brush her lips softly over mine. “How about I give you your reward, husband?”

Husband. Fuck, that never fails to make my heart skip.

I trail my hand down her sexy pink dress, palming her tits and squeezing them over the dress, and watch through lust-filled eyes as her lips part on a moan. “How did I get to so lucky, having a woman like you fall for a broken man like me?”

“You're not broken,” she argues, her breathing growing choppy as I trail my hands down her stomach. “And if we're voting on who’s the luckiest, then it's me. I got to date and marry someone who gets me, weird humor and all . . . Oh!”

She whimpers when I slide a hand beneath her dress and rub my middle finger over the damp material of her panties. “Did all the running get you excited?”

“No, it was you,” she whispers, gasping when I knuckle her sex. “I've been . . . Oh, wet since you rushed over to protect me at the reading.”

Fuck!

With a harsh growl, I grab the waistband of her panties and tear them down her thighs before tossing them away. “You are so wet for me, Pink. Need to be inside of you and feel you milk my dick with your tight little pussy.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her back arching off the couch when I slide my finger into her tight entrance. Her moan drowns out my deep growl when her hot channel cinches around me needily. My eyes stay locked on hers as I thrust my thick digit into her, drinking in her pleasured expression and falling deeper in love with my gorgeous girl.

Lisa is my first and only love. When we first got married, I was terrified I wouldn't know the first thing about being a husband. Before her, I'd never even dated anyone. All my relations happened with a stranger. It was purely physical, and even that felt draining, so I stopped once I joined the Steel Order MC.

Everything changed when I met a girl in pink. It was like a switch was turned on in me, and she became all I saw . . . all I loved.

Lisa is my world. Without her, I wouldn’t have my beautiful daughter, the perfect mix of both of us.

“I want another baby,” my wife whispers, as if reading my thoughts, her eyes glassy when they lock on mine. “Let's make another baby. I'm not . . . oh . . . not on the pill and . . .”

I withdraw my finger from her sex and unzip my pants and push them down along with my briefs, letting out a deep groan when I free my erection. I slide her dress up and leave it bunched on her waist before settling back between her parted thighs.

“I'm going to breed you tonight, baby, fuck your tight little pussy all night long until I've planted a baby in you,” I growl, grabbing the back of her thigh and slamming my cock crudely into her. Lisa grips the arm of the couch as I slap into her in quick, unmeasured thrusts. “I won't stop until I've flooded this pussy and it's dripping with my come.”

“Oh God, yes,” she sobs, scratching her nails over my chest and sending buttons flying everywhere as she seeks that skin-to-skin connection, and when she does, she scratches her nails over me in a way that has pleasure shooting up my spine. I fight not to come too fast as I drive my shaft into her tight heat, but it's a battle I'm losing, so I drop my hand between us and strum her swollen bud as I slam my hips against hers.

“Shadow . . . Oh!” she sobs, her thighs begin to shake, and her pussy pulses hotly around me. I pump my cock faster and harder into her until her muscles still a second before she explodes, and she's beautiful as she comes apart. Her head is thrown back, and her lips parted in a silent scream as her pussy cinches hard around my sex, triggering my own orgasm. I come with a bellow, my muscles straining as I fill her tight little cunt with hot seed, driving harder into her as I draw out our orgasms until spots bloom behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl, hooking my forearm above her head, so I don't crush her when my lax body falls. “I love you so fucking much, Pink.” I say, pressing my lips to her damp shoulder and leaning down to breathe in her sweet scent.

“I love you,” she whispers, turning her head and kissing my jaw. “You're my life, Shadow. Thank you for making me believe in love and family again. I would have grown into a bitter cat lady if you hadn't appeared in my life.”

I chuckle deeply, but there is no stopping the emotions that clog my throat or how hard she makes my heartbeat. All I can do is bask in her warmth and be thankful for the fact that I get to have this woman in my life.

“What do you say we grab a shower and something to eat before we carry on with our baby-making agenda?” I say as she runs a soothing hand over my shoulder.

“Chocolate chip ice cream too?” She asks eagerly, and I laugh, kissing her temple before pushing back to look into those perfect blue eyes I adore.

“Yes, baby. Chocolate chip ice cream too.”

Even with the plan decided, neither of us moves to get up, our eyes locked on each other. Then she moves first, bringing her lips up to mine, and soon, we're making love again, all plans forgotten, but I'm not complaining.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

~The End