Epilogue
A Year Later
Winona
The darkened road stretches out into the distance as our motorcycles roar forward.
I round the limousine in front of us to the right while Reeve takes the left side.
We slow down and position ourselves on either side.
My gloved hands clutch the handlebars tightly, one slipping off to pull the gun from my holster.
He is heading to a private convention in Berlin, Germany—the one Grandma mentioned when she asked us if we wanted to go on a mission together after our much-needed long break.
Life may seem normal outside America, but it’s far from it. PC games started taking over the world, with one game blurring the lines between fiction and reality, daring players to redraw those boundaries daily.
It’s only a matter of time before the cyberattack spreads across the entire world. Countries worldwide are doing everything they can to prepare for it, but how can they when these creators have been planning it for years upon years? They hold the advantage of time.
James wanted chaos, and that’s exactly what he got.
I signal the driver to open the tinted windows and cut a quick glance at Reeve. He nods and lifts his gun toward the back window. The moment they slide down, Reeve and I pull the trigger.
“Target is down,” Braxton informs us through the earpiece, waving to me from the passenger seat. Mitch wiggles his eyebrows next to him, chewing his gum with a mischievous smirk. “I have his phone and computer. We’ll take care of this. See you back at the airfield.”
“Copy.”
We both answer, waiting for them to leave because the party is about to start. We activate our comms as soon as they take the next exit.
“Race you to the finish line,” Reeve says in a challenging tone, revving his bike.
“I’ll let you fuck me if you win,” I giggle, shift gears, and speed past him. The road is empty. Streetlamps cast a warm, faint glow on either side. The wind feels cool against my skin, not chilling to the bone.
I glance in my rearview mirror as he swerves to the right, swaying the bike from side to side.
“You said I get to fuck you if I win,” he says, steering the bike to the side of the road and stopping it abruptly. “I already won.”
That man.
Shaking my head from side to side, I make a U-turn and park the bike behind his. He helps me hop off, and my feet touch the ground as he lowers me down.
“You look good in those biker jeans and jacket.” His eyes sweep down the length of my body and back up. Soon, I won’t be able to fit into them. “My wife.”
We remarried six months ago.
I’m now officially Winona Bishop-Hardy. It makes me smile every time I think about it. When we first got married, he wasn’t allowed to be who he is, but now he can be what his heart desires.
I couldn’t be prouder of the man he has become.
He gently yanks my helmet off my head, dropping it on his bike along with his.
A hand grips my throat, while the other cups my pussy.
He pulls me toward him and our lips crush, a mix of mint, lemonade, and coconut chapstick.
I open for him to dive right in and taste every corner of my mouth, glide his tongue against mine, and bite down on my bottom lip like he always does.
He breathes into my mouth like he breathes life into me. Over and over again.
He nibbles on a spot under my ear, then spins me around and bends me over the bike.
“You look different,” he points out, running his hands down my back.
“Different how?” I question.
“You look happy. You’re glowing.” He pauses to think for a moment. “You even ate mangos, and you hate mangos, but turned down pizza.”
I chuckle at his accurate observations. “I am happy, maybe the rest is a side effect. I’m trying old-new things.”
“Liar.”
“Am not.”
I’m hunched over, whimpering as a loud slap lands on my butt. The bike wobbles slightly, but he keeps it steady—always making sure I’m safe.
He unclips my holster and sets it aside with my thigh bag.
“Fine, have it your way.”
He pulls my jeans and underwear down enough to do what he needs to, opens my jacket, and hikes my shirt up.
His fingers softly brush the new tattoo on my thigh—two towers on either side of a stream representing my and Reeve’s worlds. A rope pulls them together, and they start to crack as they become one and reunite.
He lowers his zipper, and my insides dance with joy as I look over my shoulder. My eyes lock on his veiny hand fisting his erect cock. He strokes it back and forth, squeezing the base and flicking the pad of his thumb over the pierced tip. All while he rubs my clit with his free hand.
I push against him, arching my back as the sweet sensation floods me.
The heat of his body cloaks me as he plants a kiss on my back.
My stomach flips as I wait to feel him enter me, but instead, his hands grip my ass cheeks.
Fingers digging into my flesh, forcing them apart.
His warm breath brushes against it. Tongue swiping up my butt hole, and I moan as he brings it back down to my clit. He slurps around it. Humming. Growling.
He touches my soft skin and reaches the deepest part of me with ease.
Every bruise he leaves with nips and kisses is a mark, a claim, a promise.
It doesn’t matter where we go or how far, I will always shatter against him because he’s an unbreakable rock, and I’m the stormy waves crashing against him.
“Fuck, Baby. You taste good, even as a liar.”
Knots tighten in my core.
Toes curl in my boots.
My eyes clench shut.
Fire and electricity surge through me.
“Please more,” I beg, and his husky chuckle reverberates against me.
Tongue flicking slowly against my clit, he doesn’t stop until I quiver. Shivers run up and down my spine. White spots dot my vision, and flames ignite in the back of my eyes.
Right on the brink of an orgasm, he lets out a throaty groan, pulls his mouth away, and stuffs his thick cock inside me with one thrust.
“Cry out, Winona, because I won’t stop. We’re gonna count your orgasms until you tell me.”
The orgasm shatters through me. My walls convulse around the thick base of his cock. He lets me ride it for as long as I need to before he starts pounding into me.
We moan together, high on the feeling of being connected.
All those piercings still feel magical.
He plays a sweet game of torture, drilling into me until I come again, screaming out his name.
“Eyes on me,” he commands, flipping me around. Now my back is against the bike, and my legs are pressed against his chest. He moves in a slow, steady rhythm. I drown in his delicate, loving touch as his fingers brush along my lower belly.
Flashes of a promised future flicker in his captivating eyes. I’m caught in the bright sparkle within them, almost able to see my ruined reflection as he buries himself deep inside me again.
Whispers of sweet praises escape his mouth.
He is a part of me. My soul is fastened around his. Hearts fused together.
His wicked smirk sends me into another fierce orgasm around his throbbing cock. He lets out a guttural growl as he grips my throat and squeezes it enough to give me the pleasure I need while he releases his hot cum inside me.
With panted breaths, he helps me down. His hand is still around my throat as he pulls me in for a soft kiss.
“Tell me,” he whispers against my lips.
“Do you think Titan is ready to be a big brother?”
He stares at me, tears filling his eyes. “You’re pregnant.”
“I took a test this morning before we left.” I grin from ear to ear. “Are you ready to be a dad?”
He beams. “More than ready.”
“Are you talking about Titan or you?” I bring my hands up to caress his short stubble, and he curves his hand around my belly.
“Us. We were born to be a family. You’re all I ever wanted, and I got more than I bargained for.”
We hold each other a little longer, unable to let go just yet, knowing we have to.
He takes his sweet time strapping my helmet. “Are you done?” I arch my eyebrow, giving him a little attitude before I smack his visor down. He yanks me toward him so hard, I gasp. Our helmets touch. His firm grip around the bottom pulls the strap a little tighter, and I softly moan.
“Exactly what I thought, mama.”
That nickname makes a flutter stir inside me.
Dragging my hands down his back, I grab his ass and squeeze. The light flakes of blue in his eyes darken as he ignites all over again, flexing his muscles beneath my touch.
“We have to go,” I whisper.
Under his gaze, I feel like a goddess, and as I pull away, his eyes stay locked on me, refusing to stray for a second.
I hop on my bike, start it, and ride away, knowing he’ll be beside me in seconds.
We’re forty minutes late when we arrive at a private airfield.
“You’re late,” says our cranky pilot, Phoenix, glowering from his seat. “I’m going back to Detroit tomorrow. This is my last day with you.”
“Are you sure?” Reeve asks. “Izzy says no one can escape, and it’s getting worse. They monitor everyone and force them to wear a watch that tracks their game scores.”
“I know. But my friends and family are there, so I’ll find a way around it.”
It’s crazy to me that when it all started, thousands of people from around the world chose to go there on their own free will when they knew the consequences. It didn’t deter them for a second. The games welcome everyone, but escaping is impossible. Once they join it, they become it.
I chose to live on borrowed time. Even if the world ends tomorrow, I’ll spend it freely with the love of my life for as long as I can.