Epilogue
Eli (Handlebar)
Three Months Later
Waverley is standing in the rear yard with Cassie, both of them telling Shady and Wafer, a new Prospect, where to put the grill. Thing weighs a fucking ton, and this is the third time they’ve moved it.
I’d move it if I could but I’m still recovering from the gunshot wounds. It’s still stiff and any heavy lifting strains my abdomen.
It wasn’t quite a gut shot, but it did almost perforate my liver. I lost a shit load of blood and it was only because of that SOS app that my brothers managed to get to me in time. They broke some serious fucking laws to get to me.
Hudson told me when Ballistic couldn’t get Cassie to answer her phone, Kansas tracked it so they knew where she was and a whole group of them headed out. They only found me. I’d let her get taken. Everyone said not to feel bad about it but how can I not?
Mace told me everything that happened and that if I gave Cassie shit for what she did that night, he’d shoot me in my other shoulder. It was dangerous and risky, and she could have fucking died but, like he’s pointed out a million times since, she didn’t.
As per Ballistics directive, Rosa hasn’t been given the full story, all she knows is we got her back and Hammer put Singer’s body into his acid bath. There is nothing left of the prick. Good riddance.
Watching Cassie in a pretty red summer dress and bare feet, laughing with Waverley makes my heart swell. How can she look so beautiful and feminine and be responsible for the death of two violent men?
Mace is right, I am proud of her. And I always will be.
Ballistic let things die down a bit before he got me and Mace in a room together.
He told us he didn’t want details, and he didn’t want to see anything, but made us swear we would protect his little girl.
I think we proved that after what happened that night, but we agreed.
Because it’s Ballistic. And he’s a scary motherfucker.
Vance’s disappearance was reported on for a few weeks.
He never did pay Cara, so everyone thinks he ran away with his money.
Cara was drugged and so out of it at his apartment she barely remembered the men who barged in looking for Cassie, only to find he’d kidnapped her and was planning to assault and potentially kill her.
Fortunately for her, he hadn’t managed to do anything other than drug her. The worst thing she had was a headache and little to no memory of what happened.
Some scumbags never learn.
“Still pretending your injured,” Mace slams a hand down on my shoulder. At least it’s the good one.
“Didn’t you get shot once and act like a big baby about it?”
“That didn’t happen,” he shakes his head and drinks his beer. “In fact, I took a few punches to it, courtesy of your VP.”
“Understandable though, at the time,” I add, subtly joking about him being a Kingsman back then.
“Fuck you,” he smirks. He watches Shady and Wafer for a minute. “Why are they moving it again?”
“At this point, I think Waverley is having fun with them.”
“I don’t know how Hustle handles her.”
“They’re two peas in a pod,” I laugh, then head inside leaving him to watch the calamitous moving.
We moved into the house a couple of weeks ago. It took a while to get both of them on board, but splitting our time between our three houses was getting to be a pain in the ass. Especially when neither one of us wanted to leave Cassie alone.
She was starting to get pissed at one or both of us being at her apartment, and complaining how far it was when we needed to leave to get to our separate clubhouses if something came up.
Not to mention her place was tiny, and the bed didn’t do what we needed it to. When it broke, she gave in, admitted defeat, and started looking for somewhere new.
She would be working out of wherever we moved, so it made sense for her to find what she needed. She chose a property set in its own grounds on the outskirts of Andover, a small town in between Sussex and Stroudsburg. It’s quiet and no one bothers us here but it’s not totally isolated either.
It’s taken Cassie a little while to get used to not being close to the city but she’s happy enough with the house and having us able to come and go much easier.
Work has been on the back burner for me as I recuperated. Mace jokes about it but he knows I nearly fucking died that night.
“Hey you,” Cassie comes up behind me, banding an arm around my midriff. I turn sideways and pull her into me.
“When is everyone leaving?”
“Why, are you tired?” she asks in concern.
“No, I’m not tired,” I eye her.
Her cheeks flush. It never fails to amuse me, or turn me on, when she blushes at the suggestion of us all getting naked together.
We’ve taken some flack from some of the brothers’ but Mace shuts it down at his end and I ignore everyone at mine.
Cassie doesn’t care one way or the other.
The only people who matter don’t have a problem with it.
“Well, I am happy with where the grill is.”
“And I’m sure Waverley wants to get back to Sussex with Hudson back from New York.”
“He has been calling,” she grins.
I lean down and bite her earlobe. “Get rid of them sweetheart.” I slap her ass and she gives me a little growl but heads back outside to do what I told her. Something that has my dick hardening.
Pretty soon everyone has gone, leaving the three of us alone. Mace is finishing up a phone call while I make sure everywhere is locked up. When I turn around, Cassie is no longer in the living room.
I raise a brow at Mace and he points upward, he’ll follow us.
I’m not going to complain about getting her alone for a little while. Taking the stairs two at a time, I walk to our bedroom and pause in the doorway when I see her. She’s like a fucking dream. I can’t get over how beautiful she is, and that I get to come home to her.
Cassie lifts the red ribbon with an arch of her brow.
She’s already naked, kneeling up in the center of the bed, waiting for me.
My dick is throbbing at the sight of her and I squeeze it to get some relief.
She follows my hand with her eyes and bites her lip.
I make my way around the bed and lean over, kissing her shoulder as I take the ribbon.
It’s sturdy stuff but gentle enough that it doesn’t leave marks.
I never want to hurt her. Obediently, she lifts her arms, wrists face up and watches me as I wrap them so that they’re tied together, but lose enough that she can widen them if she needs to. She shuffles up the bed when I pull the extra length of ribbon, and tie it to the bedstead.
When I’ve got her where I want her, I run a hand down her spine and smooth it over her ass cheeks, pushing so she lifts up on her knees. She spreads her legs to keep her balance with her wrists tied. It's only then I notice what she’s left on the bedside table.
I rub her ass again, trailing my fingers between her cheeks so she gasps, but only briefly enough to give her a taste.
Stepping back, I pick up the red satin blindfold and look at her.
She’s so fucking perfect as she blinks up at me, I can’t help it, I bend forward and take her mouth, giving her a long and lingering kiss that steals her breath.
She sits back when I slip the blindfold on, then take off my clothes. Mace is still talking to someone but I’m not waiting. I squeeze my body under her arms, and place my legs on either side of her thighs, sitting up against the headboard so I’m face to face with her.
Cassie flinches, but not in a bad way, when I stroke my hands along her forearms, to her shoulders and underneath to her breasts. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she tries to keep quiet and I smile. She doesn’t need to be, I like it when she’s vocal.
I guide her legs so she is straddling me and rock her back and forth over my dick. Her moan is pure sex and I’m not sure I can keep teasing her the way I am. I dip two fingers into her pussy and she pushes up slightly to give me better access.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
Her little smirk says she isn’t being as submissive as she could be.
She’s taking what she wants and I’m good with that.
Her forearms are resting on my shoulders as I lift her body and hold my dick in place, letting her sink down, an inch at a time, slowly.
I keep her hips in place with only half my dick inside of her and she whimpers.
If I know Cassie, she wants to plunge down and take the whole thing.
I grit my teeth and keep lowering her until finally, I’m sheathed inside of her.
We both hold still and breath in and out, then she lifts up and down, in slow movements, I push up as she comes down and she moans again.
My hands find their way back to her tits and I lean in to kiss her.
Depriving her of touch and sight is something she thoroughly enjoys.
We’ve even switched around a few times without telling her but she always knows who is who.
And not only because of the difference in dick sizes.
Some guys might gloat about that but not me.
When the three of us are together, we’re a unit.
It works because we care about one another.
Over her head I see Mace coming into the room. He watches her ride me for a few moments.
“What are you waiting for?” Cassie asks, sensing he’s entered the room.
He follows my gaze to the bedside table and blows out a breath. Cassie keeps fucking me as Mace gets ready. He is undressed in moments and climbs up on the bed behind her. With his help, she shifts so I can lie further down and she bends over me, careful to avoid the bullet wound, even blindfolded.
There is a pop of a cap and she gasps. Mace is pouring lube between her cheeks. We’ve talked about this for a while, but this is the first time we’ve tried it. Cassie whimpers again and clenches me deep inside her, making my eyes roll back in my head. Until I feel the movement of Mace’s finger.