Epilogue
Two Weeks Later
The Kings of Darkness know how to throw a party.
Music pours out of the clubhouse. Steak is sizzling on the grill. Kegs bob in ice. It’s loud and totally chaotic. Perfect in other words.
Skyler slips up behind me and hooks a finger through one of my belt loops.
“You look too pretty.”
I laugh, looking over my shoulder at him. “Is that a compliment?”
“Not now, it ain’t.” His five o’clock shadow brushes my ear. “Means every brother is gonna be looking at my wife.”
“They’re looking at the food. That’s all they ever think about.”
“They better be.”
I shake my head, smiling from ear to ear. “You are impossible.”
“Damn right.”
Across the yard, Prez raises his beer.
“Five minutes! Then everybody get your asses to the fire pit.”
Skyler glances toward the clubhouse, then back at me. The slow grin spreading across his face tells me I’m in trouble.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yeah.”
Before I can protest, he catches my hand and pulls me inside through the back door.
“Skyler...”
“No one’s gonna miss us.”
“They absolutely will, this is our party.”
He grumbles over his shoulder. “They’ll survive.”
My effort to get free is futile and he opens the supply closet and pulls me inside, shutting the door behind us.
I can’t stop laughing. It’s pitch dark and smells like lemon cleaner. “What are you doing?” I demand.
His hands settle on my hips, dragging me against his front. “Stealing five minutes with my wife.”
“We’re supposed to be celebrating with the club.”
His mouth brushes mine in the darkness, making my pulse flutter.
“I’m celebrating early. Plus, I just missed you.”
I laugh, but my nipples are now little pebbles. “We’ve been together all day.”
“Not in bed all day.”
My head tips back as he nuzzles my neck. “I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy,” I tell him in a totally unconvincing tone.
“I’m feeling pretty healthy.”
Lord, he is. Those ten inches are a slab of stone against my stomach.
Outside somebody whistles.
“Slider! Get your ass out here!”
It’s Skull. And he will not stop.
Skyler sighs dramatically, pressing that thick cock against me, then he yells, “Open that fucking door and you’re a dead man.”
After that, he has my pants around my knees in record time.
It’s like this with us. Quickies between long hours of lovemaking. He’s a machine. I’m addicted.
He spins me around and shoves into me, no preamble, as he breathes hard against my temple. “Fuck, Chaos. You’re a creamy little dessert tonight.”
His hands are everywhere. I come in less than a minute because he knows exactly how to touch me. Clit, cock, and that tease in my ass.
He follows with a low, feral grunt and a shudder.
We tumble out of the supply closet together. Haley’s coming out of the kitchen.
She bursts into laughter. “Um, your neck.”
“Oh...” I reach up.
Skyler coughs into his fist. “I might’ve put a mark there.”
I shrug. “Oh well. This is our wild, out of control love.”
She’s still laughing when we walk out of the clubhouse. The party has cranked up even more since we went inside, but it’s all by the fire pit now.
“We’re late!” I scold Skyler.
Every patched member is here, already in a wide circle around the fire and as soon as they see us, the talking dies down.
A shiver rolls up my spine as Prez unfolds the small female cut.
Mine.
Prez says a few words about the club, about being proud to call me their own. The whole time, I’m swallowing tears.
“I’m so damned proud to have you wearing my name.” Skyler draws me closer to the center of the opening. He takes the cut from Prez and slips it onto my arms.
The whole damned club erupts. Someone sprays us with champagne. Skyler’s sister throws confetti on us.
But then Ace steps out from the crowd. He’s got something in his hands.
When he passes me my old cut, I gasp.
“For the fire,” he says.
“How did you get this?”
He tilts his head, those cool, distant eyes narrowing. “I’ve got my ways.”
When he fades back into the darkness, I’m left holding my old cut with my husband standing by my side.
“You don’t have to burn that if you don’t want to,” Skyler says.
“Oh yes, I do.”
I approach the fire, smiling, walking on feet that feel like they’re ten feet above the ground.
The cut falls into the flames, swallowed by the red and orange swirl, and when I turn around, Skyler’s eyes are full of love and he’s smiling at me.
I don’t even notice the mayhem around us. It’s so loud, people in the next county are going to call in noise complaints.
“I didn’t need that one any more,” I yell to Skyler over the men chanting Kings! Kings!
“I’ve got a new one, and this one says, Property of Slider.”