Epilogue
SMOKE
Crow laughs, before he blows his candles out. Lottie got him a titty cake for his birthday.
There is something special about a daughter getting her dad a cake that is made to look like tits for his birthday.
“I love you, baby girl.” Crow hugs her to him, then turns to his son, Luther. “I love you too, Son. I could not have wished for better kids.”
“Love you too, Daddy,” Lottie states, hugging her dad back.
“Love you too, old man.” Luther joins the hug.
I wink over at Luther’s wife, who is brushing away the tears. She smiles, then looks down at her kids.
“Here you go,” Taya says, handing me a beer, and I clock the soda in her hand.
I kiss her lips; it was only going to be a quick thank you peck, but my woman’s mouth is made for sinning.
“Get a room, fuckface,” someone calls out, and we laugh.
“I am going to sit with Lottie and Harley. Luther and Andi will be taking the boys home soon.” She lowers her voice. “Strippers are arriving after they leave, and the Dreamers are ready to make an appearance.” She rolls her eyes.
“You not drinking?” I nod to her glass.
“No, I had a little headache before we came down and I took some painkillers. You know I do not like to mix them both.” I nod at her explanation.
“Okay, go talk to your girls. I will be around if you need me.” I kiss her again and watch her walk away.
I join the brothers, watching Crow take a huge bite out of his titty cake, making everyone laugh.
“Damn, that is good cake.” He laughs.
Locke replies, “It was made by an old friend of Lottie’s; she moved back to Vegas a few months ago. She is a nurse but loves baking, so my woman asked her to make a cake for you. She is good, right?”
Despite it being VP’s birthday, we still end up talking about club business. We check in on the families who went after Evander’s territory, and it was the Irish who got it, but they have no interest in what we do, and so far, they have left us alone.
When Luther and his wife and kids go home, the music is cranked up and the strippers arrive.
They come prancing into the room like they are best thing in the world, but my cock does not even twitch at the sight of what they are wearing. Looking across the room to Taya, I smile seeing her laughing at something Harley said. The dress she is wearing is enough to get my cock throbbing behind my zipper, but these women in thongs and pasties do nothing for me.
What the fuck happened to me?
Oh yeah, I fell in love. As sappy as that shit is, it’s the truth.
Taya is sitting with Harley, Lottie, Missy, and Soren and I have noticed that my brother has been giving him a wide berth since he arrived after work. Shaking my head at him, I know that his fight or flight will kick in and he will fuck things up even more with Soren, as Morgan comes into the room.
I quietly observe Soren watching Morgan skip over to Intel, and hurt lashes in his eyes, making him look away, brushing away a stray tear.
Moving closer to Intel, I lower my head, ignoring Morgan.
“You keep fucking this up, there will be no coming back.”
We stare at each other for a short time, and I see indecision swirling in his eyes.
“I have some shit to do in my office.” He helps Morgan off his lap, before walking away.
“What was that about?” the twink asks me.
Looking back to him, I give him a hard look.
“You are here to fuck and please all gay members of the club. Intel will never claim you. Think on that.” He looks across the room to Soren and glares; I see hate in his eyes.
I snap my fingers in front of his face, gaining his attention. “I am warning you, Morgan. You hurt Soren over this, and you will have me to deal with.” I snap at him, before walking away just like my brother did.
“Baby, are you having a good time”? I ask when I reach her, pulling her to her feet.
Her smile is wide, her eyes bright with excitement. “I am, but—” She looks to her group. “Can I talk to you?”
I nod, my heart seizing in my chest at what she might have to talk to me about.
Taking her hand, I lead her outside into the balmy Nevada night. Bikes line the courtyard, all here to celebrate Crow’s birthday. Bright stars twinkle above us as we walk.
Taya climbs onto the picnic bench, her feet dangling off the edge. Stepping between her bare thighs, I run my hands up and down, feeling her smooth silky skin.
“Have I ever told you that I love that you wear skirts around me?” I wink.
“You have many times in the last four months, Dustin.”
“I can’t believe that you have been mine for that long, but you will be mine for many more fucking years to come.”
She bites her lip, taking my hands in hers, and I get the sudden feeling that I may not like what she is about to tell me.
“Just say what you want to say, Taya,” I say harsher than I would have wanted.
Her gaze shoots to mine, and tears fill her pretty eyes.
“I know that we never talked about it, but you” —she punches me in the shoulder— “You with that delicious cock of yours, and the way that you use it to make me feel good...” I nod and wink smugly.
“Well, that cock of yours got me pregnant, Dustin.”
My heart stops in my chest, air gets trapped in my lungs as my brain tries to focus on what she just told me. Stepping back, I drop my hands to my knees bending over, trying to catch my breath.
“You want to say that again?” I push out.
“I am pregnant.”
“I am going to be a dad?” I look to her, my heart hammering in my chest.
Tears stream down her face, and I rush to her, cupping her face, slamming my mouth onto hers. I can taste her love and tears. Her hands grip my cut, holding me to her as I devour her mouth, pouring all of my love into this one kiss.
“Holy shit, I am going to be a dad,” I gasp out. “FUCK YEAH.”
“You are not mad at me?”
“Mad?” I kiss her again. “Baby, you have just made me one happy biker.”
I pick her up, carrying her bridal-style back into the clubhouse.
Crow is getting a lap dance, and I see Lottie gagging at the position her dad is in.
Settling Taya on her feet next to me, I whistle loud enough that the music stops.
“I know this is Crow’s birthday, but fuck me, old man you have had fifty-two birthdays, I only get to announce this one time.”
Everyone looks to me.
“Taya is pregnant. I am going to be a fucking father,” I call out.
Everyone joins us in the middle of the room, hugging and wishing us congratulations.
The music starts back up again, and I pull my Ol’ Lady to me.
“I fucking love you, Taya. I am the luckiest fucking man alive to have you.”
She smiles and it hits me in the chest at how fucking beautiful she really is, and she is all mine.
“I love you too, Smoke.” She winks.
“Damn straight you do. Now kiss me, woman. Shit, I am going to need to have you daily because when this kid comes, I know he will be a cockblock.” She giggles until I kiss her.
I never knew this is what I wanted in life, but I am so fucking happy that it landed in my lap, or a deal was made.
Bobby-Jay is no longer with us, but he was a big part in all of this, and I know he is looking down on us now, no doubt threatening to cut my balls off if I hurt his girl.
He does not need to worry; I would kill myself before I hurt Taya or our kids, because she doesn’t know it yet, but there will be plenty more cockblocks coming our way, as soon as I can make it happen.
THE END