Epilogue
EPILOGUE
PHOENIX
“Y ou doing okay, baby?” I asked softly, rubbing a hand over Lindsay’s belly.
She nodded and leaned back in the booth, stretching her legs out to prop them on the bench seat across from us.
Since she had the day off from the center, she’d come with me to the bar owned by the club, Midnight Rebel. I was balancing the books with Savage since he managed the place.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked my wife.
“Um, a foot rub?” she suggested hopefully.
I chuckled and kissed her temple. “The second we get home.”
Savage had pulled up a chair to the end of the booth and was watching our interaction with a smirk.
“What?” I growled.
He shrugged. “Just never thought I’d see you go so soft.”
I rolled my eyes. “Only for her. And our kids. Everyone else? Still get a bullet.”
Savage snorted.
“You’ll see,” I predicted before turning back to the numbers.
When a cool breeze came in, I glanced up and a wide smile broke over my face.
My eighteen-year-old sister, Melanie, walked inside, followed by another girl who looked to be a similar age.
“Bro!” she screeched, running over to throw herself into my arms the second I was on my feet.
“Hey, kid,” I greeted her, kissing the top of her head as I gave her a squeeze.
Then I pulled back and frowned down at her. “What the fuck, Lainie?” I grunted. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“I wanted to surprise you,” she chirped happily as she pushed me out of the way to climb into the booth to hug my woman.
The other girl was hanging back, looking around nervously. She looked innocent and downright wholesome, so I figured all the tatted, rugged bikers were probably freaking her out.
Not wanting my sister’s friend to feel unwelcome, I smiled and held out my hand. “Hey. I’m Lainie’s brother, Phoenix.”
Before our hands touched, Savage was standing between us, his chair crashing to the floor from standing up so fast.
“That’s Savage,” I muttered.
“Talon,” he corrected, telling her his first name.
My brow shot up.
“Um, Tamara,” she replied softly.
“We need your help,” Lainie said as she climbed back out of the booth.
I was about to respond, but Savage cut me off.
“Let’s go to my office,” he suggested. From his tone, it didn’t sound like a request.
He grabbed Tamara’s hand and marched toward the door that led to the back of the bar.
Lanie glanced up at me curiously, but I just shrugged, so she sighed and scampered after her friend.
“This is going to be interesting,” Lindsay said, her voice filled with mirth.
“Yeah,” I agreed as I turned around. I snapped my laptop shut, knowing Savage was gonna be too occupied to finish the books for a while. “Let’s get you home for that foot rub.”
* * *
Lindsay groaned softly and shifted on the bed, trying to find a position that didn’t have her wincing. She was all curves and glow and softness. Her belly was round with our baby, and her legs were tangled in the sheets. My shirt barely fit over the swell of her stomach, and I loved it. Seeing the proof that she was mine, that I’d done my fucking job and bred my woman—like the caveman she accused me of being.
“You need me, baby?” I asked, watching her with sympathy.
Her frustrated sigh punched straight into my chest. “I just can’t get comfortable.”
I was across the room in two strides, kneeling on the mattress beside her. “Roll toward me.”
She did so slowly, and I slipped a pillow between her knees. Then I climbed onto the bed and lay down behind her. I cupped her belly, holding her close and kissing her shoulder. “There. Better?”
“Mmm. Yeah.”
I stroked a hand over her side. “I can make it even better.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I bet you can.” Then she paused, and her voice was soft and sweet when she added, “He kicked earlier. When I said your name.”
My heart nearly stopped. “He did?”
“He knows you already.”
I dropped my forehead against her back and let out a breath that shook. My hand splayed even wider, possessively over her belly. When I felt another little thump under my hand, I nearly forgot how to breathe.
Lindsay’s eyes shimmered as she looked back at me over her shoulder. “You okay?”
I nodded slowly. “More than okay.” I bent down and kissed her shoulder, then her lips. “You’re in our bed, wearing my ring, carrying our kid.” I kissed her neck again, rougher this time. “And you still don’t understand how deep this runs, do you?”
Lindsay turned in my arms, her breath catching as I pushed the hem of my shirt up and kissed the top of her bump.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I murmured, brushing my mouth along her skin.
She bit her lip, and her breath caught as my hands slid along her thighs.
“You like being mine?” I asked softly. “Letting me take care of you, keep you safe, put this baby in you?”
She nodded, cheeks flushed. “Yes.”
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then lowered my voice, teasing, “Next time? Maybe I’ll go for twins.”
“Oh good grief. I’d be huge!” she muttered.
“Gorgeous,” I corrected.
She gave a half laugh, half moan as I kissed her again, and her hands fisted in my shirt. The kiss was slow and hot and aching.
Eventually, her fingers tangled in my hair, and she tugged hard. I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes with a smirk. “You want me, baby?”
“I always want you,” she whimpered.
That was all I needed.
I helped her onto her back, being careful with her belly, then slid her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. She was already warm, soft, and wet for me. My woman always was.
I spread her thighs gently and settled between them, brushing my nose along her inner thigh before kissing her center.
She gasped and gripped the sheets as I licked her slow and deep. I worshipped her. Ate her until she was shaking, until her hips were arching off the bed and her fingers were buried in my hair.
“You’re perfect,” I rasped, dragging my tongue over her again. “Everything about you.”
When she came, she cried out my name like it was the only word she knew.
I moved up her body, kissing her belly, her breasts, her mouth, and finally slid my throbbing dick inside her with one deep, hard thrust.
“Beck!” she screamed, sending shock waves of bliss through my body.
She was tight as fuck and still trembling from the aftershocks of her first climax.
I held myself above her as I rocked into her with slow, deliberate movements—like every thrust was a promise.
I kept my eyes locked with hers so I could see her passion as it grew, and my name left her lips in a ragged whisper, begging for more.
“This is where you’re meant to be,” I murmured. “Under me. Around me. Full of me.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and I kissed her again, deeper this time, until we were both breathless.
“I’m gonna give you everything,” I growled softly. “More babies. A home. A life you never dreamed of.”
She moaned, her nails biting into my back. And when she came again, she clenched around me, milking my cock so I followed with a groan so deep it felt like it was ripped from my soul.
Afterward, I wrapped myself around her, one hand splayed over her belly like a shield.
I couldn’t stop touching her.
Because she was everything—my woman, my future, my family.
The woman who owned every piece of me, and I planned to keep her close for the rest of my life.