Epilogue
Koyn
November
“G oddamn, Nees,” I mutter when he drops another tool, making it echo loudly in the garage. “Gonna change your name to Butterfingers.”
Dragon laughs from across the garage where he’s doing pull-ups on a bar. Bare chested and barely fucking clothed. It’s November. This asshole acts like it’s August. “When he has a bitch in his arms, he’s pretty fucking solid,” Dragon tattles. “Doesn’t drop shit except cheesy ass pickup lines that somehow work.”
Katana, who’s leaning against the wall watching Dragon, nods with a smirk. “Those cheesy pickup lines drop panties,” Katana agrees.
Nees fucking preens. Prances around the garage waving his offending wrench. “Bitches like my dick. What can I say?”
“How old are you again?” Filter grunts from beside me on the sofa. “Twelve? Have your balls even dropped yet?”
Nees flips him off while Gibson strums his guitar and starts singing “Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus. Gibson gets the bird too.
“How about you teach me some of these lines, man,” Bizzy says grumpily. “I haven’t been laid in like a year.”
“Bitches can’t find your dick, dumbass,” Dragon grunts from the pull-up bar. “Do something about that stomach hanging over your belt.”
Bizzy rolls his eyes. “Thick is in.”
Dragon drops to his feet and shakes his head. “Thick bitches, yeah. Not pot-bellied loud mouths.”
“Bizz, bro, I got you,” Nees assures him. “Bitches like to be wooed. They don’t care if you look like a psycho runway model.” He looks pointedly at Dragon. “And they certainly don’t give a shit about Fabio.” He tosses a smirk at Filter. “Bermuda…fuck, bitches love dudes like Bermuda.”
Bermuda, with his baseball cap flipped backward, looks up from his laptop, a boyish grin on his face. “Who loves me?”
“My dick,” Dragon says, grabbing himself through his shorts.
“Bitches,” Nees grumbles, ignoring Dragon. “Bitches love that whole Oklahoma good ol’ boy vibe you have going on.”
The music stops and Gibson nods. “You’ve stolen bitches right from my arms with your stupid dimples, man. And I play guitar and can fuckin’ sing!”
Now Bermuda is fucking preening.
I live with a bunch of females.
Everyone’s laughter and cutting up stops when the queen of this castle storms out. Halo and Payne—her honorary guards—silently follow after.
“What part of ‘Go outside and play with your stupid bikes so I can study’ did you assholes not understand?” Hadley looks fine as fuck in a pair of yoga pants and an off the shoulder TU sweatshirt. The moment she mentioned an interest in college, I made it happen. Sure, her high school grades were okay, but not stellar. But what the fuck is the point of being a hacker if you don’t use your shit to help the ones you love. I adjusted some of her grades and wormed my way into TU’s admissions system. Signed my old lady up because she wanted to go to school. I can’t deny her a goddamn thing.
“Hello? Dumbasses. Talking to all of you.” She taps her shoe on the concrete. Then, she looks over at Halo and Payne. “Well, not you two because you’re perfect little shadows, who also happen to know a thing or two about college algebra. I love you two.”
Halo smirks and Payne winks at her.
All right. Enough of that fucking shit.
“Get over here, brat,” I bark out.
She flashes me a silly grin, no longer angry at being interrupted, and saunters over to me. Filter scoots over to give her some room so she can squeeze between us.
“How’s my baby girl?” she croons, stroking her thumb over our daughter’s dark hair.
“She sleeps like her momma.”
“Nees tried to wake her up,” Dragon tattles. “Want me to kill him for you, PG?” He waggles his brows at my old lady. Fucker.
“Hmmm,” Hadley says, pondering his words.
“I could help,” Katana offers.
“Aww, I love you, Katana.”
Nees groans. “Seriously. You all suck.”
“I like it when you take me to Sonic,” Hadley admits. “You’re my cherry limeade guy.”
“’Cause that’s not gay or anything,” Bizzy says with a snort.
“Even gay, Nees gets more action than you, Santa,” Dragon reminds him.
Jesus Christ.
These guys bicker like little fucking girls.
And I love it.
My family.
This small MC gang. My wife. Our sweet little angel.
“Have you talked to Copper about Thanksgiving?” Hadley asks me, turning her sweet eyes on me. Fuck.
Filter grunts in annoyance and stands. He makes up some lame excuse about taking a nap. Once he’s gone, I let out a sigh.
“Copper said he’ll think about it.”
“Not good enough,” Hadley sasses. “I want to see her. She hasn’t seen Caydence yet.”
The big badass bikers who are supposed to back me up slowly retreat. Stormy is a touchy subject around here. Ever since that night she blew in like the fucking cavalry, I researched every bit of information I could find on her. It’d be better if she were dead. Might even give Filter some closure because he feels deeply betrayed by the fact he was literally sleeping with the enemy.
But Copper is a stubborn ass with his own agenda.
“I didn’t want anything for my birthday except this, Jared. Just this.”
Fuck.
She’s throwing out the big guns now. My real name. Her birthday that we recently celebrated.
“Fine,” I grunt. “I’ll make it happen.”
“Yay!” she squeals, waking our daughter. “I love you!”
I lean in to accept her kiss. She tastes like coffee. If I didn’t have a curious infant trying to tug at her momma’s hair right now, I’d pull my woman in my lap and try to knock her skinny ass up again.
“You know it’s going to be a fucked up Thanksgiving if he brings her,” I mutter against her lips.
“I know.”
“Filter will probably bail.”
She sighs. “I know.”
“Copper will probably be an asshole.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But…”
She smiles. “But they’re family. Copper and Filter are yours, and even though it pisses all of you off, Stormy is mine.”
And now that my brother officially quit the FBI and has patched in as a Royal Bastard, his word is binding when it comes to Stormy. He’s claimed her as his—even if she ain’t his old lady. The fucker has had her this entire time. No matter what bullshit Stormy pulled on us, the brotherhood of this MC is what’s going to save her lying ass. One of our main rules is never fuck with another member’s old lady. Stormy is his unspoken old lady. Even if he hates her and treats her like a prisoner. She’s still his.
“Let me see my cuz,” Nees says, holding his arms out.
I clutch my daughter tight. “And risk you dropping her ass on the floor? Fuck no.”
“I already told you, man. I’m good with the ladies.” He fucking smirks like he wants me to punch it right off his face.
“Call me man again and I’ll make you scream like a girl.”
“Dude, er, Prez,” he grumbles. “I was just trying to give you and your old lady some alone time. I’ll take little Cay to her room.”
With a groan, I relinquish my angel to her dumbass cousin. As soon as he’s safely inside and away from bikes, tools, and concrete, I pull my old lady into my lap. The guys scatter, which is a good goddamn thing because I’m about to fuck this woman right here on the couch.
“Pull your pants down and sit on my dick, baby girl,” I command, nipping at her throat.
She moans, grinding her pussy against my hard dick through our clothes. “Someone will see.”
I laugh. This bitch gets off on that shit. Once, right before she gave birth to Caydence, I fucked her in the pool. Dragon sat on the edge and jacked off like it wasn’t no fucking thing. She came so hard and was so responsive, I decided to let it go. Since then, she’s lured me a few times into doing nasty shit with my guys nearby.
Dirty girl.
My dirty girl.
She stands to shimmy out of her yoga pants and panties while I work at getting my cock out of my pants. Once I’m free, she straddles me again. Her sweatshirt is annoying, so I rip it away so my girl is fully naked in the chilly garage.
“Fuck me like you want me to put a baby in you.”
She slides down my length and groans. “No babies.”
“Oh, we’re having a whole litter of babies, baby.”
“You’re such a gross male,” she complains. But she isn’t complaining about my dick because she fucks it like it’s the best she’s ever had.
I grip her fleshy ass and squeeze. “I’m going to come deep inside of you, PG. By next Thanksgiving you’ll have two of my babies.”
“Mmm…”
I thrust my hips up, loving the moans coming from her throat. I can hear a commotion just outside the garage. When I glance over, Bermuda and Gibson are attempting to look casual as they toss a football back and forth. Dragon and Katana blatantly watch my wife fuck me.
“You got yourself an audience, bad girl,” I murmur, nipping at her earlobe.
“They should look the other way.”
“Should. They’re bikers, for fuck’s sake. Not one of them is going to look away from this porn show you’re putting on.”
“Better remind them who I belong to then,” she taunts. “Can’t have them getting any ideas.”
I smack her ass hard before flipping her onto the couch on her back. She screams as I fuck her like it might be our last. Everything around me disappears as I devour her pretty mouth and work pretty fucking hard at putting a baby in her sexy ass. Eventually she comes with a loud moan that has my dick flooding its release inside her. The moment my dick stops throbbing, those fuckers cheer for us.
“Assholes.”
“Your assholes,” she reminds me.
I kiss her plump lips and stare into her dark eyes that no longer look haunted. “Are you happy?”
She nods. “I am. You?”
“Better fucking believe it.”
“Do you love me, Prez?”
I roll my eyes. Girl is always fishing for praise. Lucky for her, I like giving it.
“Yeah, I love you, Koynakov.”
Her silly grin is my undoing. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Mrs. Koynakov. My sexy little pageant girl. The dirtiest wife in all of Green Country. A bad girl with a good heart.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
I dick her again for good measure—fast and hard and claiming. This time, I tell those assholes to get lost.
The End