Epilogue
Two Years Later
Pope
Growing up, birthdays were never a thing in Deacon Cassidy’s household.
My old man acknowledged milestones with a nod and you just had to be happy with that.
No cake, balloons or colorful banners. The thought of celebrating the birthday of a one-year-old would have sent Deacon Cassidy into a stroke but watching everyone come together to work on the decorations makes me glad I listened to my wife.
Two years since I first laid my eyes on her. In a room full of people but the second I saw her, I knew deep in my gut that she would be mine.
And now, she is.
And so is the one-year-old currently dozing off in his uncle’s arms. Cross Taylor Cassidy.
My own flesh and blood. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday, twelve hours of labor for my wife before he came into the world screaming his little lungs out.
It was a given that he would carry mine and Sienna’s family name.
I never got to meet Taylor Ford but everything I learned about the man from his family was enough to earn my respect, it was only right that our son carried his name too.
Birthdays weren't the only thing absent in the Cassidy household. Hell, it took being a part of the Ford family to understand what a loving home looked like. To experience it. I track my brother-in-law, seated on a couch, rocking Cross to sleep. He seems to be getting healthier by the day. A part of me was certain that Sienna’s family, especially Jude, would be scared of me considering my reputation but the boy watches me with such hero worship, so much so that he’s mentioned a couple of times on wanting to join the MC and working for me but I know how important it is to his family that the kid lives a normal life.
After the shit he’s been through with his health, he needs normal.
No, there is nothing normal about being an MC.
What better example of that than the relationship my brother and I are still working on thanks to our father’s cruelty.
My eyes shift to the entrance when I spot Bishop walking in and he looks so mildly awkward and uncomfortable carrying a giant teddy bear wrapped in a blue bow.
I bite back a laugh as I make my way toward my brother.
Our relationship has grown greatly over the years but Bishop’s decision to leave Vegas for Reno to start his own MC chapter—the Steel Aces—didn’t exactly help speed up the process.
It made sense for him to open his own casino and to carry the name we’ve shared with our cousin MCs—the Steel Order run by Priest in Austin and Steel Rebels in Chicago run by Saint.
The Steel name has helped smooth operations and created great working relationships.
And one day, if he chooses to, Cross will take over operations for the Steel Sinners and carry on the family legacy.
“What the hell is that?” I ask Bishop when I get to him, staring at the large bear in his arms.
“It’s a bear,” he deadpans. “I don't know what the fuck you're supposed to get a one-year-old. I was going to buy him a small bike but the kid can't walk yet so I figured it would be useless."
My eyes narrow on him. “You bought the bike anyway, didn’t you?”
His silence is all the answer I need. I want to mention that he's not the only biker who was unsure about what to get a kid and decided on a mini bike for a toddler. Whatever the hell happened to toys? “The bear will probably freak him out, it’s bigger than he is,” I say, poking the large teddy.
“He’ll grow into it,” Bishop says, shoving the giant bear into my arms. “I need a beer.”
I hide my amusement as he walks away to interact with the other guys, smiling when I see him stop by Jude to check on the baby.
The scowl he wears falls when he looks at my son and I imagine that despite our rocky relationship, I can always trust Bishop to protect Cross as he did my wife two years ago.
Speaking of which…
I take the giant teddy bear to my mother-in-law who stops blowing up a balloon to look at the monstrosity before breaking out in laughter. “Now this is the biggest gift Cross has received today.”
“Yeah, I bet he’ll love it. Right after he’s done screaming his lungs out,” I say, distracted as I hand her the bear. "Hey, Elise, have you seen my wife?"
“I just saw her head into the kitchen a while ago.”
“Great, thanks.”
I make my way to the kitchen and walk in to find Sienna standing on her tiptoes on a stool, reaching for something on top of the kitchen cabinets.
She’s wearing a white dress that is not short in any sense of the word but with her arching the way she is, it stretches to reveal the back of her thighs and that juicy, round ass. And fuck, she looks so goddamned hot.
I want her, but more than anything I want her to be safe. And this isn’t safe.
“What the hell are you doing up there?”
My voice seems to startle her as she jumps and teeters on the stool. I launch forward to catch her as she falls, laughing when she lands in my arms in a bridal carry. “Oh God, you startled me.”
“What were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
She smiles sheepishly at me. “I needed to get the serving platter stored above the cabinets.”
“Why didn’t you ask someone to help you get it?”
“Everyone seems to be having so much fun out there. I didn’t want to bother anyone with something I could easily get myself.”
“Easily?” She smiles charmingly but my heart is still beating too fucking hard to find anything funny. “I ought to punish you for nearly giving me a heart attack.”
Her eyes flash with heat at my words and when she bites into her lower lip, I find my eyes tracking the movement. “Punishment?” she says breathily, making my cock throb in my pants. “I…I think that’s a good idea. What I did is punishable, right?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe—”
We shouldn't leave the party for our little rabbit, big wolf play that happens every time Sienna needs to learn a lesson, especially not now that we have a son and guests.
Sneaking away from our own party is wrong but hell, Cross is surrounded by people who would toss themselves in the line of fire to protect him.
He'll be fine for the half hour it'll take me to teach my careless little wife a lesson.
I manage to sneak us out of the party without anyone noticing and since our apartment is too far away, I decide to take Sienna down one floor to my office.
I kick the door shut behind us and carry her to my desk, where I set her down then spin her around to face it.
I pull up her sundress over her hips and yank down her panties, fondling her ass cheeks and making her moan.
“How many times do I have to remind you to be careful?” I ask, smacking her twice on her left cheek and making her gasp. I smoothen my hand on the red spot to soothe the sting. “Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?” She cries out when I slap her right ass cheek.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s a little too late now, don’t you think?
” I rasp thickly, catching the soft scent of her arousal which only works to my cock throbbing even harder.
I smack the thick globes of her ass five more times, each swipe making her hips arch further into me.
My dick is hard as wood when I slide my fingers between her legs, groaning when I find her wet, slick with arousal from the little punishment.
“Fuck me, baby, you're practically dripping.” She cries out when I trace her slit.
She shudders at the contact, her back arching as I tease her clit with my digit before sliding it into her.
“Pope,” she whimpers, back arching as I slide my digit faster and harder into her wet pussy, losing myself in the feel and scent of her until I can’t take it anymore.
I pull my hand out of her, making her whine as I turn her around to face me. My mouth is on hers before she can utter a word, kissing like a man drunk on need. A feeling I’ve had from the first day I let her into my office.
I wanted her so fucking much back then. And I want her even more today!
***
Sienna
The first time his eyes locked on mine, I likened it to being hit by lightning and years later, the feeling remains. I don't remember a moment when Pope touching me didn't send my heart racing and body trembling with need.
I want him. Still.
Two years later and my body still aches for his.
I stroke his chest, trailing my fingers over his pecs as he kisses me like a man drowning.
Like my lips hold the very oxygen he needs to sustain his life.
He hisses against my lips when my finger circles his nipple over the shirt.
“Are you done punishing me?” I ask, pressing my wet crotch against his and Christ, he’s so big and hard.
His breathing is a little heavy, panting against my lips with eyes so heated I feel the tingle in my groin.
I trace my hand over his chest as I kiss his jawline, bringing my mouth to the shell of his ear.
“I promise I’ve learned my lesson and I’ll be good from now on.
Can we play now?” I kiss his ear, moving down to bite his neck, licking his skin in a moan. “Please…”
"Fuck me!" he growls, gripping my hips and lifting me on his desk.
Papers scatter and something shatters but neither of us stops to see what it is.
I bring my hands to wrap around his neck as his mouth finds mine in another searing kiss.
My fingers sink into his hair and I tug hard, pulling him deeper into me even if there's no space between us.
There hasn’t been any for two years now.