Epilogue
Over the next two weeks, several things happened that solidified our new future together. Firstly, my shipments of drugs were now earning me a salary, which was a refreshing change to how things had been, and also delivery day was no longer this horror that I was forced to endure. Micro made sure his prospects collected the product from me, and they dealt with moving them on to their distribution chain. He had four new prospects, and one who’d remained with the club, and all of them seemed to behave in a manner befitting the Phoenix ethos.
The club had settled down, with no further attempts on Micro’s life, and things had become almost routine there, which was why it was so weird to get a message from Micro at midday today.
Micro : On my way to collect you, babe. Dress nice. We have plans.
What kind of plans did he mean, and where would we be going? I had no idea what kind of thing to wear, because he’d been so vague in his message.
Me : How nice? Are you on your bike?
It took long minutes for a reply, and when I got it, it was short and sweet.
Micro : Two-wheeling it, baby.
Fine. Okay, I could figure something out. Going on his bike meant wearing something to protect me, in case we came off, so I dug out the one thing I hadn’t let him see yet, that I’d ordered once his motorbike had been returned by his old club, and he’d got it running again.
Leather trousers, a leather jacket, and the sexiest ‘biker’ boots I’d ever seen. Under the jacket, I added a fitted grey top, and a thin grey sweater. I had no idea where we were going, but I planned to look as sexy as I could for him.
I was just touching up my makeup, when I heard his bike rumbling outside, and I grabbed my phone, tucking it in my jacket’s inner pocket, and hurried to the door to meet him.
His face, when he saw my outfit, was something I wished I could photograph, to remember again and again, because he looked like he’d just had his mind blown, and had spontaneously orgasmed, all in one go.
“Fuck. Me.”
I smiled, twirling for him. “That means you like?”
He grabbed me, and shoved me back against the kitchen counter.
“No, it means I fucking need to be inside you immediately.”
“So you don’t like?” I teased, and he licked my lips, kissing me hard, before replying.
“Yes, I fucking LOVE, and I want you on my cock right now.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting a leg to hook around his.
“We have time?”
He groaned. “No, although the way I’m feeling, I’d only need a few minutes, with the way you fucking look right now. Jesus. Babe, you look like a fucking wet dream, and I love you so much that I can’t let us miss our date, or believe me, I’d be stripping you right now, to lick every inch of your body.”
Oh god. Yes, that’s what I want more than anything. Right now.
“Do it,” I whispered in his ear, nipping at his lobe, and smiling when another groan uttered from his throat.
“Fuck! You’ll pay for this, babe. For hours. Until you scream yourself hoarse, but right now, we do have to go.”
He led me out of the house, grumbling under his breath the whole time, and the only words I picked up were ‘fucking hot’ and ‘fuck her so hard’, so I got the gist.
“Hold on tight, babe, I need to feel as much of you pressed up against me as possible,” Micro murmured, as he helped me onto his bike behind him, and pulled my arms around him.
It still gave me a thrill every time he took me out on his motorbike, because it was like nothing else in the world. There was something powerful about being on a two wheeled vehicle that had to lean and move with the road, which felt far more intense than I could have imagined, all while knowing that I was wrapped around the man I loved, the man who’d been resurrected from the ashes, much like his former club, and this new one.
I thought he’d be taking me to the club, but instead he pulled up outside the most unexpected place, in the small town nearest to the club.
“What’s going on?” I asked him as he helped me off the bike, and lifted my helmet off.
He grinned widely, smoothing his hands down over his cut, which he was wearing over a black shirt, and with black leather jeans.
“We’re getting married, baby. Right now.”
What? I’d been letting him lead me in the direction of that nondescript building, but I stopped, and tugged my hand away from him.
“Wait! We’re getting married right now?”
He frowned, reaching for my hand again.
“Yeah, I know it’s kinda sudden, although we’ve been talking about it, and we got all the paperwork in order. I just… I can’t wait any longer to be your man, and we can’t make you my old lady yet, because we have to wait for the patchover.”
I loved him for this gesture, but I also wished I’d had time to be involved in planning it. Not because I wanted to make a big deal of it, but because I’d wanted to have my sister there, and my mum and stepdad, and now they’d miss my big day.
Micro cupped my face in his palms, and kissed my nose. He really couldn’t be a sweeter man, and I would always wonder what I did to deserve being chosen by him. To be his.
“Soph, have I ever let you down?”
I sighed, shaking my head regretfully.
“I don’t mean to be weird, Micro. I love you for making this happen, I really do. I just wish-”
“They’re waiting inside for us, babe. I know you want your family at your wedding, and they’re here.”
What?
He laughed, kissing my lips gently.
“Let’s go show them how fucking hot we look in leathers, baby. Let’s go let you make an honest man of me,” then he shuddered, “well, as honest as a biker asshole can be.”
Micro
M e getting married. Who’d have thought it, right? I was the fuckup, the asshole, the monster. I was the one least likely to deserve a happy ending, and yet here it was. My happy ending. Her . The one fucking woman in the world who’d have given a prick like me a chance. She brought me back to life, and she helped me find the man I should have become, the man that little boy wanted to be, before his mind and soul were twisted by an animal, and he went dark instead.
After a tearful greeting with her family, who’d grudgingly accepted me as her guy, apart from her sister, who’d already decided I was ‘the shit’ back when I rescued her, we were ready to say our vows.
With me was Harley, as my best man, and Grease, the mafia bastard, as a second witness. There was a gaping hole where my former Phoenix brothers should have been. This should have been a proper biker wedding, surrounded by my old family, with Torch beside me as my best man, but some bridges just couldn’t be resurrected after they went down in flames, and I’d have to live with that, because my own actions had severed those connections.
Lissa had wanted to be here, but Ice had vehemently denied letting her be around me in person yet, and Reacher had agreed. It would have been nice to have my one, and only, family member here, to see my wedding to my beautiful Sophie, but again, that was my fault, and nobody else’s.
As we stood before the registrar to say our vows, Grease hissed at me to get my attention, and I turned to glare at him, but what he was holding struck me silent.
On his upturned palms, at chest height, he held a large tablet screen, and on that screen was the smiling face of my half-sister, Lissa. She waved at us, and Sophie gasped beside me.
“Both of us have family here!” Fuck, yeah. We both have family. I knew that Ice didn’t want Lissa here, but had he made it possible for her to attend as a virtual guest, or was that all Grease?
“Welcome, Lissa!” Sophie called out, waving at her, and turning to her family to explain who Lissa was, while I took a moment, to swallow against the lump in my throat. My sessions with Lissa had been great, actually. While I had a lot of shit I had to try and work through, she was patient and supportive, and made me feel like I could really make a go of things now. She always set aside five minutes after each session for us to just chat, to catch up, and get to know each other, and I was starting to feel like we could actually have a relationship in the future, as family.
“Sorry I can’t be there in person, but… well, you know… I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly, hearing an embarrassing tremble in my voice, before I cleared it and took a deep breath.
“Ice… uh… well, I wouldn’t want him disrupting things, so I wouldn’t let him watch with me.”
Fuck . Suddenly I had this real clear image in my mind, of that moment in a wedding, where they get a chance to object to it, and I just fucking knew he would. I was immediately really thankful that nobody from Phoenix was here after all.
“We should really begin,” the registrar said firmly, and we all turned to stare at the middle aged woman, who stood at the podium thing, dressed smartly, and ready to marry us. Jesus, marry us .
I caught Sophie’s eye and she smiled broadly, nodding at me, so hell yeah, we’re doing this.
I t didn’t take long, to be honest. It was a basic ceremony, but the important part was the two people standing there, reciting vows, and promising themselves to each other. We walked in there two people in love, and we walked out a married couple. Two people now as one. We were each other’s future, and now wore rings, and had a piece of paper to prove it.
“It was nice that Lissa could be here, even remotely,” Sophie murmured in my ear, as Harley took some photos of us, out front, on his phone. He’d become a good friend to me, and was shit scared of fucking up the photos, but we really only needed a few to commemorate our day, because we had forever now.
“Yeah, I think if Ice had been here, he’d have objected to our wedding, just for shits and gigs.”
She gasped, shaking her head at me.
“Surely not.”
“Surprised your stepdad didn’t. He keeps glaring at me.”
Her head swivelled, and she just caught the fucker, as he turned away.
“I’m sorry.”
“Wife?” She turned back to face me, that ecstatic smile reappearing, as I cupped her cheeks, and leaned close.
“All that matters is that we’re married, and we can look forward to our future together. If he hates me, so be it. As long as you love me, and know that I’ll do anything for you always, then does anyone else matter?”
I kissed her, keeping it soft and sweet, while I’d rather be devouring her. Fuck. Devouring her. I needed to bury my face in her sweet pussy again. Her taste was my personal fucking drug now.
“Alright, enough of that. Time to go back to the clubhouse to party,” Grease yelled, slapping my back so hard, I nearly headbutted my new wife.
“Watch it, prick!”
“ That’s assault . I mean, technically, you could charge him for assault.”
We all turned to see that damn policewoman who’d come to the clubhouse, a sly grin on her face, as she stood beside her partner, that tall, stoic guy.
“Don’t remember inviting PC pain-in-my-ass,” Grease murmured, turning to put himself between us and the cops. If the prick started something at my fucking wedding, I’d kick his ass.
“It’s public property, and I’m an officer of the law. This is the courthouse too, as you well know, Grease.” The way she said his name was like she couldn’t put enough disgust into her tone.
“Why you gotta talk to me like that, baby? You want my cock, just step on up. I’m easy, I promise, as long as you’re not planning to walk on me with stilettos on,” Grease laughed then, “Well, probably not, anyway.”
“Can we stop him before he gets arrested at our wedding?” Sophie hissed, pushing me at Grease, and knocking me into him by accident. I, in turn, couldn’t stop my momentum, and knocked him right into his fucking favourite cop.
“Jesus fuck!”
He almost took her down, catching her arm at the last second, as he caught his balance.
“I think that qualifies as assaulting a police officer, wouldn’t you say?”
As they slammed the cuffs on him, he shot me an easy grin.
“I knew she was hot for my body, Pres. I’ll be back later. Save me a beer or twelve.”
I groaned, and turned to Harley, who was already lifting his phone to his ear.
“ Lawyer , yeah, I’m on it, Pres.”
Never a dull moment, even at my fucking wedding.
Sophie
W e partied at the clubhouse for a few hours, until it was dark, and I was so ready to be out of the leather jeans, because, just in case you don’t know, they get so overheated, and Micro’s little touches and teases of me, all night, were not helping.
My family had opted not to party with the bikers, and Grease had reappeared, looking smug and satisfied, which Micro took to mean he’d fucked the policewoman, and got it out of both of their systems, even though his response to that was merely to grimace.
Apparently Grease liked his women horny and sexy, and not prissy, stuck up, self important, and a whole bunch of other terms he used to describe her. Anyway, enough about him. We arrived home for our wedding night, and the first thing Micro did was to lift me up, and carry me over the threshold into the farmhouse.
“Leather makes such weird sounds when it rubs together,” I said with a giggle, feeling tipsy enough that there was no filter on my mouth, or any part of me.
“Yeah, I prefer the sounds of skin against skin, wouldn’t you say, wife?”
Wife . I’m Micro’s wife. We’re married. I love that we made it to this point. For a while there, I never thought we would. I gazed at the rings on my finger as Micro carried me straight to the bedroom. He’d gone for white gold, and the square diamond in the engagement ring was exactly what I’d have chosen. The man seemed to understand me on a level nobody else ever had, even my family.
“Can’t wait to peel these off you, and get my face up in that sweet pussy of yours, babe.”
Oh god. I wanted that, but I’d been sticking to the leather jeans for hours, and that didn’t seem romantic at all.
“Can we shower together first? I’m all hot and sticky.”
Micro groaned, and licked his lips.
“I love you all hot and sticky.”
Nope. I waited until he lowered me onto my feet, drawing me into a slow kiss that nearly made me change my mind, but the second he pulled back, I winked at him, ducked under his arm, and darted for the bathroom, tossing my jacket aside as I removed it, and lifting my top off next.
“Fine. Let’s get all wet first, baby. Strip slower than that though.”
I paused in the doorway of the bathroom, taking my time to remove my top, and leaning over to set the shower running, before I leaned down to unzip my ankle boots, and kicked those off. My balance abandoned me when I straightened back up, and Micro had to catch my hand, to stop me falling back on my ass.
“So adorable when you’re drunk, wife. Let me get the rest of those clothes off for you. You know, purely for your own protection.”
He stripped both of us in record time, and dragged me under the water with him, his mouth on mine a split second later. His hard cock was pressing against my stomach, and his kisses were driving my drunken self wild with need.
“Please,” I gasped when his lips started to travel down my throat.
“Please what, wife? You want your husband’s tongue or his cock?”
Husband . It gave me a thrill just to hear the word. My husband. I wrapped a hand around his cock, and he groaned against my throat, dragging his tongue back up my neck, as he lifted his head.
“How about I fuck you right here against these tiles, wife? After that, we’ll go to bed, and I’ll get you screaming my new title.”
His title. Husband. God yes.
Mere seconds later, I was pinned against the cool tiles, with his cock thrusting deep inside me, my husband owning me from the inside out. This would be our future. This would be our life together. Us. Doing everything together, but especially this.
Once more I prayed that our joining would create life, our child, the one thing that could make our amazing future even more perfect.
Micro
S he fucking married me. She chose me. The one nobody ever chose. The one who was never good enough, never smart enough, never attractive enough, never strong enough, never sane enough. This woman was fixing me, day by day, minute by minute, and I’d give her every last fucking breath in my lungs, just to make her happy.
“Gonna put a baby in you, Soph, gonna make life with you,” I whispered in her ear, grinning as she shivered in my arms, my cock getting squeezed by her hot pussy as her orgasm washed over her, and her legs almost crumpled beneath her.
I wouldn’t let her fall though. I’d never let her fall. I’d always save her. Always catch her. Always fucking put her safety and happiness before mine. That sounds noble as fuck, but even as I thought it, I realised that making her happy would make me happy, so did that make it selfish? Was I even now being a selfish cunt?
“Fill me with your cum, Micro. Make a baby with me,” Soph whispered against my neck, moaning softly when I pinned her against the tiles and held her in place, as I came inside her. My fucking cum filling her. My cum hopefully gifting her the one thing I’d spend my life trying to give her.
“How many babies do you want, Soph, I got a lotta cum for you.”
She giggled, and drew me into a soft kiss that seemed to send little tingles of pleasure through her, if those little shivers were anything to go by.
“Let’s get clean so we can go to bed. We have a lot of consummating to do, husband.”
Fuck yeah, we do.
O nce we were back in our bed, I dragged Soph up on top of me, and guided her onto my cock, which was hard again, because why the fuck wouldn’t it be? She was mine forever.
“Ride me, baby. Show me how much you want my cum.”
Sophie looked like a fucking goddess, sitting on my dick and rising and falling with a desperation that I felt just as intensely. Every moment with her was a fucking gift. A gift I didn’t deserve, but I was selfish enough to accept.
“Can you feel how deep inside you I am, baby? Can you feel my cock owning you, while you own it right back? Gonna shoot all my cum so far up inside you, we make fucking triplets.”
Sophie stared at me for a moment, her movements pausing, which had me grabbing her hips and trying to thrust up into her, but she was suddenly giggling so hard that all I could do was hold her, and enjoy the way her whole body shuddered with her laughter.
“Too much?”
She burst out laughing again. “Promise me you’ll always say messed up stuff like that, Micro. I love it when you get weird on me.”
Thank fuck for that. “Don’t know any other way, babe. Now you gonna take what you fucking want, or am I gonna roll you over, and fuck that laughter right back out of you?”
She winked and giggled again, and I took it for what it was, rolling us until I could pin her to the mattress, and fuck her with deep, hard thrusts.
“Take it, baby. Wait… take it, wife . You’re mine now, forever.”
She made a low whining sound as her body arched against mine, and once more I let her orgasm draw me into mine, dragging my cum right out of me and up into her, where it belonged. This is the one. This is the moment our child gets created; I just know it.
“Fucking love you, babe,” I gasped out as I rolled us again, and held her on top of me, with my cock still filling her.
“I love you too, Micro. Forever.”
She saved me, she took a man so fucked up and twisted, so near the death he deserved, and she revived me, and I’d spend the rest of my life rewarding her for putting everything on the line for me. She deserved the best of me, and that’s what she’d get. For the rest of our lives.
THE END
Thank you for reading the Phoenix MC Series, and I really hope you enjoyed each couple’s messed up journey to love!
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