Epilogue
Falcon
Six Months Later
Vivian straddled my hips, raking her nails down my chest while sunlight spilled through the window, gilding her skin in gold.
Her hair was a wild mess falling around her shoulders, her lips swollen from my kisses.
Her smile was lazy and happy. “I can’t believe this,” she murmured, her voice rough from a mixture of sleep and pleasure.
“I just started working again.” She rocked against me, her slick heat gliding over my cock in a slow, torturous rhythm.
My fingertips dug into that perfect curve of her hips. A low grunt escaped when her pussy dripped onto my cock. “You’re not gonna make me feel bad about putting a baby in you.” My grin was pure sin, the kind that made Viv roll her eyes right before she kissed me.
Her laughter broke on a moan when I pushed my hips forward, sliding between her sweet, damp folds. “You’re so impossible.”
“Yeah,” I said with a slow grin before thrusting up again. “But you love me anyway.”
Her head fell back, and her eyes fluttered shut. “Yes.” The word slipped out on a sigh as she ground down on me, lost in the friction. It was a beautiful fucking sight to witness but I needed to see her.
“Eyes on me, babe.”
Her head snapped up, pupils blown wide as she met my gaze. I watched her take me in with nothing but love in her eyes. Every bruise, every scar, and every piece of me she’d claimed for herself. “I love you,” she whispered.
Those words never got old. “Love you more. Always.”
Her smile grew as she pushed her feet into the mattress and gripped my cock, lifting up before she slowly sank down on me, coating my cock in her sweet fucking honey.
The sound she made was pure heaven, low, broken, absolutely fucking beautiful.
She fucked my cock with purpose, her rhythm steady, her body glowing with sweat each time she impaled herself on my length.
“Can’t get enough of you,” she panted, bracing her hands on my chest as her hips moved faster. She was gorgeous in ecstasy, the jiggle of her tits more prominent now because of the pregnancy.
“Then don’t stop,” I growled, sliding my hand up her spine, catching a full handful of her hair. “Show me how bad you want me.”
She did. Every stroke. Every shiver and every moan was her worshipping and possessing me. Her pussy started clenching around me. Her thighs trembled and her voice broke when she came hard, my name the word that fell from her lips like the world’s oldest prayer.
“Fuck, babe,” I bit out, flipping our positions so I could drive into her, deep and steady, her favorite combination.
I caught one perfect nipple between my fingers, circling and pinching it while I pounded into her, lost in the sound of her breathless gasps and ragged moans.
“This pussy,” I growled. “She’s drenched. So greedy for me.”
Her lips tilted into a smile even as she moaned. “So give her what she wants, Falcon. All of you.”
I loved it when she said shit like that back to me and I lost it right then. I let go, hips snapping hard as I pinched her nipple harder as I came hard and deep inside her perfect body, relishing the way her sweet pussy clenched around me again. “Fuck babe, you milk my cock so good.”
She shivered at my whispered words, letting out a contented sigh when I wrapped her in my arms and in that moment, the world narrowed down to nothing but us and the sound of our breaths.
The way she looked at me with a soft smile and love shining in her eyes.
It was as if she saw all the pieces of me and still chose me.
“I fucking love you,” I said, my voice rough, thick with emotion.
Her fingers traced my jaw, a soft smile curved her lips. “I am so in love with you. And I’m happy we’re giving TJ a brother or sister.”
“Me too.” My heart hammered in my chest as the honest words left my lips.
When Viv told me she was pregnant a few days ago, something primal had shifted in me.
It was pride and peace and possession all tangled up in one big mass of messy emotions.
But more than that, I knew what I wanted next. “There’s just one problem.”
Her fingers paused and her brows knitted together. “What problem?”
Before Viv could answer, I brushed a soft kiss across her lips before reaching beyond her to the nightstand. She let out a low moan when my cock slid deeper, hitting that spot she loved so fucking much. She was still wet—or wet again—as she tightened around me.
“Oh fuck,” she hissed out, pushing her hips forward to take even more of me.
I grinned just as my hand wrapped around the box I’d hidden in the drawer and pulled back. “Viv.”
Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the box perched in my palm.
“The first time we were together it was the best goddamn two weeks of my life. When you disappeared, it gutted me and I realized—too fucking late—that you mattered to me.” I always figured if this moment ever came that I’d be a mess, but my heartbeat was steady. I was calm.
“Falcon,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion and her eyes welled with tears.
I pushed her hair from her face. “When you came back with TJ, I was angry and confused, but even then, I loved you. I just didn’t realize it yet.
Now I know that I loved you through it all.
You, Viv, you’re my fucking heart. My partner.
My other half. Fuck that, my better half.
You’re the one who I want to face everything with.
Every high. Every low. Every fucking thing until we draw our last breath. ”
Tears streaked down her cheeks, her lips trembled as she waited for the big ask.
I opened the box, and she gasped through her tears. “Vivian, sweetheart, will you jump on this crazy fucking ride with me and be my bride? My everything?”
She let out another gasp, but it was interrupted by a loud, sharp laugh. She nodded hard and fast. “Falcon, oh my god. Yes. Holy shit, yes, I’ll marry you. Yes! Yes!”
I slid the ring onto her finger, kissing the ring and then her finger. And her other fingers. Her wrist. Eventually I was too greedy and found her mouth, claiming her in a deep, hungry kiss. I claimed her again and again until I needed air.
And to see her beautiful face.
“Falcon, we’re getting married!” the pure joy shining in her eyes at that moment hit me unexpectedly. Her smile was so wide and tugged at something deep in me. I couldn’t name it but leaned into it, reveled in it and in being with her.
“The sooner the better,” I grunted, thrusting into her again, slow and deep until we were both breathless and spent all over again.
This was it. The life I never fucking thought I’d have.
And it was just the beginning.
***
The clubhouse buzzed with music and laughter when Viv and I walked in later that night. Beer bottles clinked, shot glasses slammed down on tables and my brothers grunted their joy. Voices carried in the air and mingled with the loud rock music. “Hey fuckers,” I shouted over the music.
A few of the guys looked up but the music was too loud to be heard.
Viv unwrapped her body from mine and went over to the bar where the controls for the music were and turned it down.
“Hey!” Rocky shouted, finished his shot and sent a frown at Viv. “What’s going on?”
“I have something I want to tell you fuckers,” I said, holding my arm out until Viv filled the empty space again. Her body curled against mine, her left hand resting on my chest. “I asked Viv to marry me. She said yes!”
As expected, cheers went up around the room.
My brothers and their women slowly made their way to us, offering up handshakes, hugs and words of congratulations.
It was a lot, but seeing everyone so happy for me felt good.
Knowing the long path it took me and Viv to get here, made every moment worth it.
“You move quick,” Vandal joked, smacking me on the back. “Happy for you man. Haven’t seen you smile like this in too fucking long.”
“Thanks, brother. I’m just happy she said yes.” I knew she loved me, but hitching herself to a biker for the rest of eternity was a lot to ask. She fucking said yes!”
“You boys are falling like dominoes,” he said with a laugh and clapped me on my back again.
My gaze scanned the room until I spotted Viv, she was laughing with Peyton and Raven, her hand absently rested over her stomach a few times before she remembered the pregnancy was still a secret. TJ ran around with the other kids, Chopper hot on their tail. His laughter rang out over the music.
Everything was perfect.
Exactly how it should be.
Our gazes collided and Viv smiled at me, soft and full of love. Looking at her always made everything feel right and good, and as perfect as this fucked up world would allow.
Yeah, I could get used to this kind of peace.
THE END