Epilogue
SAXON
Five years later…
Warm morning sun spills golden light through the kitchen windows, bathing the hardwood floors in a serenity that I never thought I could have in my life. A life I never even knew I wanted until I met Tammy. My love. My wife.
Now it’s the only life I could ever need.
Tammy walks barefoot through the kitchen, her hair tied up in a messy knot with little wisps framing her gorgeous face. One of my old T-shirts hangs off one shoulder, revealing her soft, porcelain skin. My eyes move to our wedding ring, sealing the engagement ring that has sat on her finger since I proposed in the pouring rain. I smile as she uses one hand to fend off the little gremlin terrorizing our house, our wonderful three-year-old son, Ryder.
“More waffle! More waffle!” he yelps, doing his best to climb her leg like a puppy. He reaches for the plate of scrambled eggs, nearly knocking it from the counter. Somehow, she manages to save it at the last second. “Ryder, sweetie, you’ve already had three , and that was one too many.”
“I had four,” he snickers, his cheeks covered in syrup. I try not to laugh, to encourage him, but I can’t help it. He is definitely my son. All stubborn and confident, doing his best to rule this house like a tiny little king.
At the other end of the kitchen, our daughter, Lily, laughs as she crashes her tiny toy motorcycle into the wall, making a loud explosion sound as she laughs. “Vroom, vroom! Bang! Crash!”
Tammy sighs. “Saxon, are you going to let your daughter put another hole in our drywall?”
I shrug playfully, taking a sip of my coffee. “She gets it from you, baby.”
Tammy narrows her eyes, shooting me a semi-playful but also scolding glance. We bought this house six months after I proposed and moved in immediately. A gorgeous old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. One hell of an upgrade from either of the tiny apartments we were renting before.
Tammy turns back to her plate as Ryder continues to leap on her like a wild animal. I’ll get up in a second and stop Lily from damaging our home, but for the moment, I have to just sit and watch them all.
Watch the chaos, the noise, and the absolute beauty of the life we’ve built together. Nothing warms my heart more than knowing I’m a husband. A father. A provider.
It’s hard to believe it’s been five years since I put that ring on her finger. Since I gave her my name, my life, my very soul. And every single day when I wake up with her in my bed, gorgeous and angelic, I know I’m the luckiest bastard alive. Sometimes I can barely believe she’s mine.
Tammy catches me staring at her, eyeing the plump curve of her ass beneath the soft fabric of her shirt. Her lips part slightly, and my blood instantly goes hot like the pistons of my bike. Even after all these years together, I still react the same way when I see her. I may be thirty-five, but when I’m around her, I’m like a horny teenager.
“Hey, Ryder,” I say firmly. “Take your sister and go play in the living room.”
Tammy’s eyes flash, and she shoots me a questioning look. Ryder twists his lips in annoyance, and Lily lets out a dramatic sigh. “But Daaaaaaaaaaaad,” she whines, stomping her tiny heels against the floor. “I’m crashing my motorcycle!”
I give her a look, reminding her that I’m her father. “You can crash your motorcycle in the other room, darling. And try crashing it into another motorcycle, and not the wall. Okay?”
She nods as Ryder takes her hand and leads her out of the kitchen. The second they’re gone, Tammy plants a palm on the counter and shifts her hips, doing her best imitation of a scolding glare. “You can’t just kick the kids out whenever you wanna get all primal caveman on me.”
I stand, dragging my eyes up her beautiful body. “Yeah? Says who?”
“Says me,” she counters, raising her chin, doing her best to be defiant while a smile creeps over her lips.
I cross the room in three quick strides and place both of my hands on either side of her, pressing my body against hers and pinning her up against the cabinets. “And I’m just supposed to listen to you?” I tease, my voice filled with heat and desire.
She takes a deep breath, her fingers tracing the lines of my chest. “Saxon, the kids–”
“I know.” I smirk, slipping a hand up her shirt to cup her perfect breast. “I know I can’t have the whole meal right now, baby. But you were standing there, looking so appetizing that you’ve got my mouth watering, and I just needed a taste.”
Tammy smiles, leaning her head against my shoulder. “Since when did you become such a poet?” she whispers.
“Since always,” I joke back. “I just never revealed it to you.”
“Always learning new things,” she breathes softly as I trace her soft back with my fingers.
“Can you believe it’s been five years?” I ask, filling my lungs with her scent. “Five years and I want you more and more each day.”
The sound of something crashing in the living room interrupts our moment. We both laugh and sigh in unison. Tammy raises her eyes to mine. “Go check on our little hooligans, would you, Daddy?”
I nod and press my lips against hers. I swear to God I could stay alive from her kisses alone.
“Of course, baby.” I smile. “And remember, you and I aren’t finished. I’m going to punish you later.”
As I step away, Tammy feigns a gasp and puts a hand over her mouth. “ Punish me?” She giggles. “Punish me for what?”
“For what?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “For being so goddamn sexy of course.”
That night, when the kids are finally asleep in their room, Tammy and I curl up in bed, her head resting on my chest as her fingers trace the lines of my abs.
“You’re so good,” she whispers.
“Good?” I ask. “At what?”
She laughs softly. “Everything? Being a father. Being a husband. Who would have thought the leader of the Heartless Bastards would end up being the most passionate, tender, sensitive man–”
“Hey now,” I interrupt, pulling my wife on top of me. “Tender? Sensitive? Don’t let anybody hear you talk like that. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”
Tammy laughs, letting her hair spill down onto my face. “As long as that reputation doesn’t include being a playboy…”
“You know it doesn’t,” I say, my voice stern, my eyes fixed on hers. “Everyone knows I’m a one-woman man now, baby.”
I know she’s just playing around, but it did come as a big shock to everyone when I announced that I was settling down. I’m sure most of the guys figured I would actually eventually get back with Roxy after my “fling” with Tammy ended.
But they were wrong.
After I fully banned Roxy from the clubhouse, she went and got herself a boyfriend in the gang The Reaper’s Oath. I guess she thought she would be able to start a war between us or something, but I just told all the guys to back off and not engage. After a few weeks of her plan not working, she dumped the poor guy and left Chesterville altogether. Last I heard, she was somewhere a few hours north. I have no idea what she’s doing, nor do I want to know.
I’m still the leader of the Heartless Bastards, but things are different now. I guess having children and settling down does change the way you look at life. We’re still outlaws, but we also chip in to help the community now. The people who have barely anything. When the government stiffs them, we help prop them up. It was Tammy’s suggestion, and it was a damn good one.
My eyes are glued to her as she rocks back and presses her sweet ass against my center. Talk about the definition of perfection. As I stiffen beneath my boxers, I can’t help but think about how goddamn lucky I am.
A wife who I love, who I trust, and who turns me on like it’s what she was born to do. We’re built for each other. A perfect pair.
I growl, snatching her shirt off and tossing it aside, revealing her perfect tits and the slim curve of her waist. I drag my eyes down her perfection, stopping on the flesh of her hips, hinting at the mouth-watering ass she’s got back there. It’s my favorite part on her body. Aside from…well, the obvious.
“Somebody’s excited,” she whispers, reaching a hand down between my legs. I groan as she grabs my erection through the soft cotton of my boxers. I’m fully hard and desperate to be inside her. Without hesitating, I pull my cock through the fly of my underwear and tug her panties aside.
She’s already wet. I can feel it on the tip of my dick. She’s horny too.
I press my crown against her tight hole and watch her jaw drop and her eyes roll back in her head as I slip inside. She’s as tight as she’s ever been, and the jolt of warmth and wetness shoots through me, and I reach up and pull her lips to mine. I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her close as I rut inside, pounding her hard and heavy.
I have her locked to me. All she can do is lie on top of me and take it, which I know she loves. And it isn’t long before I hear the tell-tale whimpers and syncopated breath, signaling her impending orgasm.
“Can you believe it?” I whisper.
“B–believe what?” Tammy stammers back, gasping for breath as I pump her deep.
“You tamed the rough rider.” I smirk, letting my lips tenderly grace the lobe of her ear. I’m lost in her scent, her curves, her complete perfection.
“And became one,” she giggles from her cowgirl position as she bucks her hips down on me, closer and closer to her peak.
Another reason I love Tammy. She has a sense of humor. Before we met, I wasn’t exactly a guy to be cracking jokes. There was a real lack of laughter in my life. Now not a single day passes where I’m not smiling.
“I spent so much of my life being a bastard,” I grunt. “Fighting. Never letting anyone in. But you broke through, and now I can’t picture my life without you.”
I feel her pussy tightening. She’s almost there. “I could say the same thing about you, baby. You saved me. And I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
A silky whimper escapes her lips as she goes off, and she clutches at my shoulders while her orgasm rolls through her. I erupt inside her, filling her with my seed as her internal contractions milk it out of me, like she’s desperate for more.
“You’re gonna get me pregnant again,” she stammers.
“I sure hope so.” I smile.
I swallow her lips with mine, kissing her with everything I’ve got. She mewls her climax into my mouth, and I swear, I’ve never felt a high like this before. Tammy is my love. My everything. The reason I am the man I am today.
As we come down and my head stops spinning, I thread my fingers through her hair and gently caress her spine. “Ours is quite a story, huh?” I murmur, her body still quaking on top of me. “I think we were meant for each other.”
My wife smiles, the mother of my children, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yeah, I think so too.”
All the pain, all the trauma that we endured, well we made it through it. Those experiences forged us into the people we are today. People wildly in love with one another, who will never be leave each other.
No more walls.
No more running.
Not ever.
THE END