EPILOGUE
Zane
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River moaned. Zane cupped her ass with one hand and plunged his thumb deeper into her pussy.
The wooden desktop kept her at the perfect height. He circled her clit with his tongue.
How many times had he sat in the chair in the office at the clubhouse and imagined bringing River here and taking her on the desk as he poured over old records left by his dad?
"Zane." She slapped at his head.
He stood, unbuckled his belt, and pulled out his cock. Her juice coated her pussy, and he rubbed the head of his dick through the wetness before thrusting inside of her.
Her back arched on the desk. He grabbed her hips, keeping her from sliding away from him. Driving into her, he came up on his toes, giving her every inch of him.
After years of wearing a condom, he could finally enjoy having her with nothing between them.
"Oh, God." She stretched her arms out to the side and gripped the edges of the desk. "I'm coming."
Her pussy clamped down on him. His balls throbbed in pleasure. Pulling back, pushing forward, her pussy squeezed everything out of him. He drove back inside her and shot load after load.
His grip on her loosened, and he rubbed the indent where her outer thigh joined her hip. He inhaled deeply, shuddering out the last of his orgasm.
River's knees widened. He chuckled, slapping the side of her thigh before pulling out.
Jizz ran out of her pussy before she thrust her hand toward him, and he pulled her into a sitting position.
"I need the bathroom." She groaned, clamping her legs together.
"Make a mess." He grinned. "I don't care."
"You wouldn't." She kissed him and hurried to the other side of the room and ducked into the private bathroom.
Last week, she'd snuck in a bag with personal wet wipes and extra panties and stored them in the drawer in the bathroom. Too often lately, they'd used the office for a quick round instead of going home.
He was in the clubhouse from dawn to dusk anyway, staying in contact with Moroad, Bantorus, Avery Falls, and Ronacks MC to try and get the jump on Valdone Motorcycle Club if they retaliated. But everything was quiet on that front.
The sheriff gave the information to the news three weeks ago about the discovery of two bodies, who after having their teeth checked, turned out to be the same two who were suspected of arson.
Everyone accepted that they perished in the fire.
The bathroom door opened, and River walked out, looking beautiful. He soaked in the happiness rolling off her nowadays.
Even Kenna's attitude couldn't dim the light coming from River.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
He swept his gaze over River, ensuring she was fully dressed, and then yelled, "Come in."
River slipped in between him and the desk and discreetly wiped the surface before the door opened. Fuck, she amused him. No one cared where he had sex—at home, in the clubhouse, on the desk.
Big John stuck his head inside. "Call for you, Prez. You might want to hurry. It's the prison."
He hadn't been back to the prison after his last visit. From what he'd heard from Big John, his dad's parole hearing was moved out nine months. That came as no surprise, considering he ended up in the Hospital Ward for fighting.
He walked to the main room and picked up the phone from the nearest table.
"Yeah, this is Zane Stafford," he said.
"This is Idaho State Prison. We're calling to inform you that Burt Shay has authorized your visit."
He strained to hear the voice. Burt Shay?
"You can put in a visitation form request at your convenience. The approval is good for three months." The woman kept talking as if reading the instructions off a piece of paper.
Holy hell. Burt Shay was Tom Pruitt.
He looked at River, knowing no matter what happened, he wasn't going to allow her father to change their lives.
Kenna walked into the clubhouse, followed by Kingsley. He looked at the three of them, studying him in curiosity.
"Hours to drop off the form are from eight to four Monday through Thursday. Visitations are on Tuesday and Sunday from one to two. Do you have any questions or need me to repeat the instructions?"
"No, I've got it." He held River's gaze.
"Thank you, and have a good evening."
He disconnected the call and put the phone back on the table. Going to River, he put his hands on her, needing to know she was still here. Nobody was going to take her from him.
"What's up?" asked Kingsley.
Right now, he could make the decision not to say anything. He could keep the information secret, and their lives would go on. Eventually, the girls would learn to accept that their father was on death row and they had no access to him.
"Is everything okay?" River wrapped her arms around him.
He rubbed her back. The absence of her backpack hit him hard. She was braver than anyone ever imagined. She'd lived a hard life, bouncing around in the foster system. Losing her mother and believing she'd lost her dad. The years she had to go without her sister had left heavy scars that gave her nightmares that woke her up in a panic.
He would never bring her more pain by keeping secrets from her again.
"That was the prison." He cupped the back of River's neck. "Your dad accepted my request to visit him."
"What?" Kenna moved closer. "When? How? Can we go, too?"
"Hang on. It takes time. I'll have to put in a form. Maybe as early as two weeks."
River covered her mouth and looked at her sister. He waited for her to show signs of falling apart over the news.
She turned to him. "You can tell him that we want to see him, right?"
He dipped his chin. One step at a time.
If he got there and decided it was dangerous for them to go, he'd keep them away.
"I think we all need to go into the office for a few minutes." He led the way.
Once they were inside, he shut the door and looked at Kingsley. "Turn on the computer."
His brother went around the desk to the back wall where the computer sat, pushed the button, entered the password, and waited for it to load.
"Ready." Kingsley looked over his shoulder. "What am I doing?"
"Look up the name Burt Shay," he said.
Kenna moved to Kingsley, but she looked at Zane. "Is that my dad's real name?"
He nodded.
River joined her sister as Kingsley scrolled through the results of the name. He stayed back, knowing whatever was shown would be bad. Knowing what they found out would change everything.
But he wasn't going to keep another secret from River.
"Oh. My. God." Kenna covered her mouth.
River backed away, reaching for Zane. He opened his arms and engulfed her in his embrace—not protecting her from the truth but cushioning the blow.
Kingsley turned in the chair and met his gaze. Dread filled him. Whatever was on the computer shocked them all.
Fuck.