EPILOGUE
MERIDEA
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Declan, we really can’t do this right now.” My body glides back-and-forth sideways against a wide industrial shelf tucked away in the backroom, surrounded by stacks of boxes and racks of clothes.
“No?” he taunts, pressing in deeper, sending a shiver through me that makes my eyes roll back and my spine arch off the shelf. My fingers tighten around a slender metal pole for support.
“Oh shit,” I breathe out as he finds that perfect spot.
“I know my wife isn’t saying I can’t fuck this pussy that drives me wild in her brand-new storage room,” he growls low.
“Dec-Declan, my staff could hear us,” I whisper nervously.
It feels like my husband is fucking me into the shelf. The piles of shirts my team and I folded lie scattered around our feet.
“I can’t get enough of your juicy pregnant pussy.”
I laugh softly. “You couldn’t get enough of it before I was pregnant.”
Declan flashes a panty dropping smirk. “Touché, darlin’.”
Whenever he calls me "darlin'," the word stirs a deeper heat within me.
Declan’s Ravens MC leather vest rest on a box next to us. He’s wearing a black Henley paired with blue jeans and black boots.
His jeans and boxers pool around his boots. With every thrust into my warmth, his hefty belt buckle clangs against the concrete floor.
“We need to start working on baby number two right away,” he growls through clenched teeth.
His large hand strokes my barely-there belly. I adore the feel of his touch there.
My free hand holds his in place.
I treasure the rare curve of a smile on his lips but worry soon floods me and I squeeze my eyes tight.
“Meridea, look at me.”
I remain silent, eyes closed.
“Let go of the pole,” he commands.
I obey.
He lifts me into his arms, never pulling out. His muscled arms hold me close, and despite the danger surrounding us, I feel safe.
My eyes flutter open and I meet his gaze as I hook my arms around his neck.
“Meridea, I need you here with me,” he whispers as he moves us until my back presses against the wall.
“I’m worried about you.” I feel the hormone tears coming.
His lips capture mine in a heady kiss as he slowly thrusts inside me. I nip gently at his upper lip, then the lower. Declan's tongue slips into my mouth, and my tongue curls around his, unwilling to let go.
Then I recall my grand opening. Reluctantly, I pull back. "You can’t take my panties this time."
He strokes my breast as he circles within me, driving me wild.
"I won’t. You’ll pull your panties back up and keep my cum locked inside you."
His seductive words cause my pussy to clench. My lips press against his again. “Okay.”
A broad smile lifts his bearded cheeks. I adore how my husband truly sees and cherishes me.
"When I get home tonight, will you spoon me and make love slow?" I ask breathlessly between intense thrusts.
"Of course, sweetheart."
He slams into my greedy walls again. “Shit, Declan,” I cry out as my orgasm rips through my body.
My husband bites my neck and unloads his cum inside my pussy.
I drop a hand to his firm ass and squeeze. Our chests rise and fall as we hold each other a moment longer. Declan lowers me gently. My legs tremble as I try to stand steady.
“Seriously, you’re not going to let me clean up?” I say.
He pulls his boxers and jeans back up. “Nope,” he rasps, fastening his belt.
Declan sinks to his knees, retrieving my panties from his pocket and helping me slip into them. I watch the biker who’s had so much blood on his hands help me into my panties.
Our mixture drips down my thigh. He darts to the bathroom and returns with a damp paper towel. Gently, he wipes the mess from my thigh before tossing it away.
I smooth down my oversized taupe crew neck mini sweater dress with its billowy sleeves.
“You realize this dress is way too short, right?” he growls, shrugging into his leather cut.
I’m grateful he caught our mess before it slipped into my knee-high suede boots.
My gaze lands on his road name stitched on his chest pocket.
‘Brutal’. It’s a statement piece.
My husband is brutal on the road and in our bed. I slick my tongue over my lips at the thought of how good I feel right now.
“The boutique owner should be seen in what every tourist will crave,” I grin.
I take a paper towel and some cleaning spray, then wipe the shelf clean. The air is thick with the mingling scents of sex, citrus, musk, and vanilla cologne.
Declan gathers the clothes scattered on the floor, stacking them neatly on the shelf. Holding one shirt against his chest, he folds each sleeve with a practiced ease. The lengths this man would go for me.
I reach out, taking the shirt from his large hands and continue folding.
Once we finish tidying up, Declan slips my hand into his and guides me toward the door.
“Remember, one of my brothers will be nearby to watch over you and your team. You won’t see them, but I swear one will be lurking in the shadows.”
I nod.
A senator Glenn worked with sent a minion to Hassle. The senator wants to make sure I don’t hold another flash drive that could expose even more powerful figures in their twisted circle. Should’ve known Glenn or his cousin leaked the news about the flash drive to one of those privileged bastards.
Declan looks down at me one final time. I crane my neck, catching the heavy worry in his green eyes.
If I had never taken that flash drive, my life wouldn’t be threatened. I’d do it all again to save the women and children President Chandler’s team freed. Governor Magarelli told Declan he’d let him do what he wanted with rotten Senator Abe Michaelson of Texas.
I can’t wait until my husband, and his brothers get their hands on the pedo.
I’d love to say I feel like everything will be handled seamlessly.
I have to be realistic. We’re dealing with a powerful man who wants to protect his reputation.
Must be pretty bad if he’s teamed up with Delaware Wicked MCs. I heard they dabble in sex-trafficking.
We walk out the backroom into the boutique. A smile lifts my cheeks at the fully stocked racks and tables. The pink and yellow walls give the shop a vibrant feel.
“Meridea, you look fabulous,” Deanna says, grinning.
“Thank you.”
Her gaze drifts down my outfit. “I don’t know how you kept that gorgeous dress intact while dealing with my brother.”
“Deanna,” Declan warns, voice low.
I give his hand a quick squeeze.
“The soft, flowy material is the secret.” I add a playful wink her way.
She twirls one of her curls. “Good. Before the day is over, show me a couple dresses that’ll work in my favor on my date tomorrow night.”
“A date with who? If I haven’t vetted them cancel the date,” Declan barks.
I slip my hand from Declan’s. Not sure why he thinks his sister shouldn’t get thoroughly fucked by a fine ass man.
“Monica and Tyson, are you ready for our grand opening?” I ask as I approach the counter.
Tyson smiles wide. “Yes, can’t wait to assist all the beautiful women.”
I rub my brow. “We talked about this. You aren’t here to add to your dating pool.”
He runs a hand through his short blond strands. “Meridea, I promise I won’t bring trouble to your doorstep.”
“Sure you won’t,” Monica snorts.
“There wouldn't be any other women if you’d give me a chance, Monica.”
His blue eyes sweep over her mahogany-colored face like he’s studying her.
Monica and Tyson attend Blue Haven college. Tyson probably applied for this job to be close to Monica.
“Let me know what you ladies want for lunch,” Tyson says.
“Wait, I can probably guess what you want for lunch, Monica.”
“Don’t be gross, Tyson.”
“I wouldn’t be gross in front of the boss.” His arms cross his athletic muscled chest. “A turkey spinach wrap and a kale salad.”
Monica’s brown eyes narrow. “Tyson, are you stalking me?”
He glances at me. “Boss, do you need any furniture moved around before we open?”
He stalks her. How cute.
“No.” I point between them. “Focus on the customers.”
“We will,” Monica pipes up.
“Tyson, I’ll let you know about lunch.” I rub my belly.
He glances at his watch. “Time to open the doors.”
“Boss, your snacks are under the counter,” Monica adds.
“Thank you. I’ll need one an hour in.”
We laugh.
I move to the door. “Welcome to Plush Haven Boutique.”
Patrons trickle inside gravitating to the racks.
A hand lands on the small of my back. “Is Tyson giving you trouble?”
I smile up at my husband. “No. Just the opposite. He offered to pick up lunch.”
A growl rumbles in Declan’s chest.
“Don’t be so territorial. He’s got it bad for Monica.”
He chuckles. “All right. He better be a good guy. Or…”
I inch up on my tippy toes placing a hand over his mouth. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
He grabs my palm and kisses it. “I better get going. I need to have Mickey look into this new guy my sister is dating.”
I burst into laughter and shake my head. There’s no use arguing. My husband can’t help himself.
Turning on my heels I scan the customers selecting clothes off the racks.
One of my dreams has finally come to life. I've become an entrepreneur. The bakery just needs a few final touches, and in a month, it will open right next door.
A woman raises her hand gaining my attention. I saunter over. “How may I help you?”
“Do you have this shirt in a small?”
“I can check in the backroom,” I say.
“Thanks,” she says before turning back to the table.
“Hey, boss, can I grab something for you?” Monica bounces over.
“Yes, check the backroom. See if we have a size small in this color.”
She smiles leaning into my ear. “Are you sure it’s safe to go into the back room? You know after you got busy back there.”
I swat her away. “It’s safe.”
Monica chuckles as she darts toward the backroom.
Customers buzz through the boutique all morning, drifting from rack to rack with smiles and full arms. The steady hum of conversation and laughter fills my space—my store—and it feels incredible.
I pinch myself to make sure this moment is real.