Epilogue

Nine years later

Sasha

The phone call comes just as I'm putting the twins to bed for their afternoon nap. I gesture to my mother to keep an eye on them, and she simply dismisses me with a nod. She doesn't even spare me a glance as she watches her grandbabies, and I roll my eyes as I leave the room. It never fails to amuse me how different my mother is with her grandchildren. She is still just as cold and calculating as she's always been, but my kids have her wrapped around their little fingers.

As I step out onto the wooden porch of the cabin, the sun's gentle rays warm my skin. In the distance, I can just make out the men at the edge of the lake, their fishing rods bobbing in the water. The lush green trees sway in the breeze, creating a soothing melody of rustling leaves, and I soak it all up a little before finally taking the call.

A familiar, panicked voice comes through the speaker. "Oh, Miss Sasha, my life is ruined. I'm going to jail," cries the young man.

"What? Johnny, calm down and tell me what's wrong," I say to the kid on the other end of the line.

Johnny is a teen who just started training with my husband at the club's repair shop, and although he is almost as tall as my husband, he is still just a kid. He's expressed interest in joining the MC, and Riot has taken him under his wing, which makes the thought of him getting in trouble upsetting.

"I talked to Riot about it, and he said I would probably get six to ten years in prison. He told me to call you, that maybe you could help me somehow." His voice cracks, exposing his youth.

Although he can't see it, I nod sympathetically. "Of course, Johnny," I say, my eyes crossing to my husband, who, along with my father and brothers, is perched at the edge of the lake, drinking beer and fishing. I have a suspicion that they're not actually fishing but using it as an excuse to get away and talk politics. Turns out, my "criminal" husband has quite the mind for it, and over the years, my father and brothers have come to value his input.

We're on vacation, and they still can't give it a rest, I think with an eye roll.

Even so, that does not stop me from admiring my husband. Dressed in his jeans and a black t-shirt, Riot stands out from the other men in my family. He has a rugged way about him that always sends my blood pumping harder, and today's no different.

As if feeling my gaze on him, he turns around and looks back, a shudder rushing down my spine at having his attention on me, even after all these years together.

Christ, it's been nine years. Riot and I have been married for nine years, and we even have three kids together. A seven-year-old girl and three-year-old twin boys, and yet . . . one look from him, and I already want to be pregnant with his child again.

"Miss Sasha, are you still there?"

Shit. "Still here, Johnny. Tell me what the problem is."

"Well, you see, I recently got my motorcycle, and yesterday, I went out with the boys and had one too many shots. So, I decided not to ride while drunk, right?"

"That was a good decision, Johnny," I say, trying to stay attentive to his words, but my attention is already drawn to my husband, who's gotten up and is approaching me.

"So, I left my bike parked at a spot close to the bar, and today, I realized I left in a handicap spot. There was a ticket on the wind deflector, but it'd rained and I couldn't read it. I called Riot, and he said I'd have to go to court and would probably be jailed for breaking the law."

I bite back a chuckle, glaring at my husband as he approaches, but at the same time, stepping down to meet him. "He was just teasing you, Johnny. You'll get a fine, and that's it," I assure the terrified kid.

"You sure, Miss Sasha? I'm not going to jail?"

"Of course not. Now rest easy and make sure you don't park in any handicap spots anymore. If you're going to be drinking, call a ride instead of taking your bike."

The kid assures me he's learned his lesson before hanging up. I slide the phone into the pocket of my dress and approach my husband, slapping his chest when he's close. He simply laughs and wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me flush against him.

"I can't believe you would scare that poor kid like that," I tell him, flashing him a mock glare.

"Hello, wife," he says in his most charming tone, leaning down and brushing his lips softly across mine. "These kids need to be scared once in a while, so they don't repeat their mistakes."

"Says the man I met outside a police station."

"Touché." He smirks, and I suck in a sharp breath. Christ, that look does things to me. It did very bad things to me the first day I met him at the station, and after nine years of being married, nothing has changed. "I'm a reformed man, darling."

To be fair to my husband, he hasn't been arrested since we got together. I went through his list of crimes, and there was nothing too serious. Sure, he'd been in plenty of fights, but he'd never started one. He's stayed out of trouble in all the time we've been together, but I figure that is also a perk of being married to the governor's sister. I have to give him credit, though. Riot's been determined to set a good example for our kids, and between him and my family, my babies have the best support system they could ever get.

"Where are the kids?" Riot asks, looking over my shoulder.

"The boys are taking a nap, and Annie is in the kitchen charming the chef into giving her sweets."

"Good, because I need to talk to you about something," Riot says, grabbing my hand and guiding me away from the cabin to a trail that leads into the forest. I turn to my husband as we walk, and I am in awe at just how perfect this man is. After nine years of marriage, he still looks at me like a snack he can't wait to devour.

The time I've spent with the man has been nothing but pure bliss. Hell, even the time I spent in law school while pregnant with our little Annie, my ankles so swollen I could hardly walk, was made easier thanks to this man, who'd massage my feet every evening and send prospects to carry my books to class for me.

After the birth of our first child, my family accepted Riot completely. They respected him for keeping his end of the deal and helping my brother win the election, but the birth of our daughter solidified his place in the family.

Riot gave meaning to my life.

It's because of him that I found a passion in law. Sure, I would have gone ahead to law school anyway, but with him, I realized how much impact I could make, and now, I get to work with the Steel Order as their attorney, representing the club in legal matters and providing advice. I finally work with people who don't send me to the bathroom in a panic. People who come to me from a place of love and respect, not for favors.

And all that is thanks to this man.

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask when he stops, but the words are not even completely out before I am pressed against a tree. I gasp when my back hits the rough surface, and my eyes widen in surprise at the heat in his eyes.

"God, baby. I love spending time with your family, but a man can't get a goddamn minute to make love to his wife," he growls, placing his hand over my head and caging me in against the bark of the tree.

"They're your family too now."

"I know," he says roughly, slamming his mouth down on mine. I grin against the kiss, wrapping my arms around him as he devours my mouth like a starved animal. "I haven't fucked you since we left the city. I'm aching to be inside of you, angel. I can't fucking take it anymore."

"Want you too," I moan, my breathing growing choppy when he grabs my thigh and lifts it to his hip before leaning in to press his bulge against my sex. My breath catches at the hot friction, rocking against his denim-covered erection and sending waves of pleasure through me. My fingers curl into his shirt as the kiss quickly turns into panting against each other's lips. "God, I want you, Riot."

His lips brush over mine, and his eyes darken as we hump like hormonal teens against the tree. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sasha," he says huskily, surging forward and connecting our mouths once again, his tongue searing hotly into my mouth and stroking me in the most erotic of moves that has my sex aching with the need to feel him inside of me. His kisses and touch tell me everything he doesn't say out loud.

"Ooh," I whimper when he brings his hand to my aching tits, kneading them in his palm as he tugs down my dress. I bite back a moan when he breaks the kiss and trails his lips down my neck, his movement is unrestrained, and there is barely any warning before he dips his head and bites my nipple, making me buck against the tree. "Riot . . . Oh God!" I cry out when he rakes his tongue over the hard peak before sucking it into his hot mouth.

"Perfect," he rumbles against my skin. "Everything about you is perfect, Sasha." He slams our lips back together, and a moan climbs up my throat when he slides his hand under my dress.

It's been days since we've been close like this. Although we have our private cabin out here, we can't exactly do much in a place with three kids who seem to sleep at intervals. Christ, I've been craving him. It's been two days, but it feels like an eternity.

"You're dripping, baby. Fuck me!" he growls when he yanks my panties down my thighs, his thick digit slipping into my sex and causing a storm of pleasure to flood my core. I gasp when he spins me around to face the tree and drags my panties down to my ankles where I kick them aside.

The sound of my husband sinking to his knees behind me has my sex clenching with need. He doesn't waste time before burying his face against my center, and I have to hug the tree when my knees threaten to give out from the pleasure he sends rocking my body.

I cry out when he slides his tongue between my folds, arching my back with a moan when the tip of his tongue grazes my clit. Moisture runs down my thighs as he drags his tongue over my opening, groaning deeply as he laps at my sex hungrily until I am practically shaking.

A whimper slips out when he slaps my butt hard enough to sting before climbing to his feet. The sound of his zipper makes my pussy clench with need, and I tilt my hips in anticipation of the hard press of his shaft.

"Need to be inside you, Sasha," he says, panting as he prods my aching sex with his thick cock. He groans deeply as he rubs his head over my sex, gathering wetness to my hole, and there is little warning before he thrusts his thick length into my slickness. I drop my forehead against my hands on the tree as Riot starts thrusting into me in fast, unrestricted moves, and all I want is more of him.

Everything blurs together as his much large body takes me, pumping hard and fast into my pulsing sex, and I realize that I won't last long. I can tell it's the same for him as he drops his fingers between my legs and strums my swollen bud in fast strokes. My moans and his grunts mix as he possesses every last inch of me.

"Close . . . So close, baby," I whimper, balancing on my toes as he takes me harder, rutting into me like a starved beast. My sex pulses painfully as I teeter close to the edge, and when I do fall, it feels like the earth shifts beneath me. Riot slaps his hand over my mouth as a scream climbs up my throat, fucking me through my orgasm. His cock jerks inside of me only seconds later, filling me with his hot seed, and I close my eyes as he drives roughly into me, coming apart beautifully against me.

Our bodies relax, and he drops his head to my shoulder, his labored breathing matching mine, and we stay locked in embrace for a while before he finally speaks. "Wow, I can't believe I've gone so long without that."

"It been two days, baby," I say with a chuckle.

"Two days too many," he says, echoing my thoughts from earlier. My heart flutters in my chest when he leans down and kisses my bare shoulder. "I love you, Sasha. Christ, you have no idea how happy you make me, angel."

I shift my head slightly, so I am looking into his beautiful gray eyes. "I have an idea because you make me feel the same way, Riot. You're everything to me."

Everything.

~The End