Epilogue
Steal – Two Months Later
I breathe deep as sleep evades me. I slowly blink, only to see dark red hair from where my face is pressed into the back of my woman’s head.
I smile sleepily and tighten my hold on her waist.
The past two months haven’t been easy, to say the least, and the groveling and putting her first haven’t stopped—they never will, as far as I’m concerned.
I still do everything I can for my club, including tracking Axe with Piston, and trying to find Aurora and Hannah. However, Cassidy and Moira have been my priorities.
If there’s a club party, I’m not there unless Cass is with me, and at church, she’s in the common room unless she’s working. Then Moira is with Perrie or Natalie until I’m finished, and then I only stay if Moira is happy to spend time with her uncles, which normally she is.
Every day, I’m present for my girls, and every day, Cassy has tried to put her trust back in me. She’s even stopped pranking me.
I sit up and take a look at the clock on the nightstand, and smile when I see it’s early, so early Moira won’t be awake for another hour and a half.
I love that little girl more than life itself, but she likes to occupy her momma’s time, and I don’t blame her. Cass works her ass off at the hospital, and Moira is used to having her momma to herself after she finishes, but moments like these, early in the morning or late at night, they’re mine, and I never take them for granted like I had before she left.
For four years, I missed this time with her, and it fucking hurts, but I’m making up for the time lost, and if I have it my way, a year from the day she returned to my life again, she’ll be my wife, and we’ll have a sibling on the way for Moira.
It’s my fucking goal….
Laying back down, I gently run my lips along the smooth skin on Cassidy’s shoulder while I slowly run my hand down her stomach to her bare cunt.
She moans in her sleep as I run my finger through her wet folds, before I find her clit and press tight circles over it.
Cassidy rubs her ass against me, and I smile against her skin as I whisper, “Morning, Trouble….”
She hums and slurs sleepily, “Morning….”
I nip her shoulder as I dip my finger into her tight cunt, moving it in and out once, twice, three times, before I move back to her clit and circle it three times.
“Colt,” she moans, “please….” And I smile, loving that she begs me now.
When I insert my finger inside her again, I add my middle finger, then curl them, rubbing her walls, and she opens her legs for me, giving me better access.
“I’ll give you my dick on two conditions, Trouble,” I rasp against her skin. “The first, I want a date night tonight, just you and me.” She nods, not even thinking about it as she thrusts against my fingers. I continue, “And while we’re on our date,” I swallow hard and bite my lip before I demand, “you’ll wear my patch….”
Cassidy gasps in shock, and not just because her body tightens up as her walls squeeze my fingers, her orgasm taking over her, but because I haven’t brought it up once since she returned home.
I slow my fingers, keeping her just on the edge.
“What do you say, Trouble? Will you wear my cut?” I ask, holding my breath.
I haven’t pressured her. Yes, I moved her in but that was mainly because I was terrified she’d bolt, and I needed her and our daughter safe, especially with Aurora and Hannah still missing. As for my cut, my ring on her finger, I’ve kept quiet.
I know I have a lot to make up for, and being there every day for her and Moira, picking her up and dropping her off at work, and ensuring the club and brotherhood come second isn’t enough.
“What if I accept your cut, and you revert to your old ways?” she asks timidly, and I can’t help but smile.
She had been acting a little off for weeks, and I knew why; I was waiting for her to open up to me and voice her fears.
Kissing her neck, I remove my fingers from her tight heat, quickly sucking them into my mouth, not wanting to waste a drop of her deliciousness. Then, I lift her legs over my shoulders and blindly guide my hard cock at her core, thrusting forward, making her gasp.
“Then, I’ll put my bike in your name and allow you to shoot me again,” I state firmly, and she snorts, but I ignore it and whisper, “But, if I do go off path a little and I don’t communicate with you because I’m too in my head, then that’s when I need you to communicate with me. Drag me into my office, hit me in the head, I don’t care, just tell me.” I turn her head to look at me, and as soon as our eyes connect, I continue, “Don’t curl into yourself, scared you’ll lose me because you’re putting me in my place, because that will never happen. I love you, Cassidy….”
Her eyes tear up, and she shifts a little, connecting our lips in a caress as she whispers, “I love you, too. Now, please move your hips before I kill you.”
I grin against her mouth. “Does that mean you’ll wear my cut tonight?”
Her eyes sparkle, and even though the fear is still there, she agrees, “I will,” and I kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers as I move my hips back, then thrust forward.
I keep a steady rhythm while deepening the kiss as I cup her bare tits, my fingers instantly finding her nipples. I pinch and twist them, then gently rub my thumb over the peaks, causing Cassidy’s walls to tighten around me again, and I thrust quicker.
“Fuck, Cass,” I grunt against her lips but don’t move my mouth away from hers, breathing her in. But, as soon as she opens her mouth, ready to scream, I slam my lips against hers and swallow the sound as she comes for a second time. I fuck her through her orgasm, holding off my own until I know she’s done.
As soon as her walls loosen, I slam inside her one more time as cum spurts from my cock, my aching balls emptying deep inside her. I groan, then kiss her sloppily as I remain deep inside her, needing to stay connected. She bites my bottom lip and I groan, my cock twitching, wanting another go.
Fuck, I love this girl….
I smile as I look at my girl, peering up at the stars, something she’s always wanted to see, leaning her palms on the balcony railing. Her dark red hair flows, the words “Property of Steal” staring back at me from the cut she’s finally wearing and will hopefully wear every single day.
“I can’t thank you enough for bringing me here, Colt,” she whispers into the night air, not needing to look back to know I’m here. I push off the doorframe where I’ve been leaning for about twenty minutes, just watching her, after I checked on Moira, who conked out after a full day at the beach.
“I’d do anything for you, Cassidy,” I reply as I walk up behind her, pressing my chest to her back, my hands on either side of her, boxing her in against the railing.
We’ve been in the Hamptons for four days, mainly spending our days on the beach. Anchor has taken over at the club for me while also trying to sabotage Heaven’s dates, something Cass found hilarious because we both know Heaven is going to kill him.
I’m giving my girl what she needs while ensuring my daughter knows she always has me.
Cass sighs, not taking her eyes off the stars as she admits, “Mom texted,” and I tense. She continues, “Apparently, she’s disowned Perrie and I, and we’re extremely selfish little girls she regrets having…. According to the text, she met some rich man and wants nothing to do with us, which is probably code that she’s become someone’s mistress.”
Okay, I should have just shot Trudy in the head when I found her in the motel and threatened her to leave town or I’d skin her alive.
I grunt. “I’m sorry, Trouble.”
She shrugs, admitting, “She was never really a mother to us. She wanted things that didn’t matter. Dad deserved more than her, Tanner agreed.”
Ah, Tanner. I still don’t like the fucker, mainly because he knew what I was thinking and didn’t put it right, allowing Cass her revenge, but he’s a good dude, and Shotgun is falling for him, so I’m trying to give him a pass.
I hum and place my face into Cass’s neck.
There’s a reason why I brought Cass and Moira to the Hamptons but, fuck, am I nervous; my heart is pounding as the ring in my fist digs into my skin with how tight I’m holding it.
It feels like the right time. I just hope her trust in me and us is strong enough for her to agree.
“I love you, Trouble,” I murmur against her skin.
“I love you too, Colt,” she replies, leaning her head against my shoulder, and I swallow hard as I place my hand over hers on the railing, maneuvering the ring over her ring finger, before slowly guiding it up her finger to her knuckle.
Cassidy gasps as she looks down, and I hold my breath, allowing her a moment to process what’s happening while hoping, like fuck, she agrees.
It takes a few moments before she regains her bearings, and spins in my hold, but I don’t push back as she looks up at me, tears shining in her eyes, instead, I keep my body flush with hers.
“I know I messed up a lot, and I know I still need to prove myself to you and our daughter, but I can’t imagine a life without you, Cassidy, and we both know you can’t imagine a life without me; otherwise, you would have changed your last name back." Her tears fall, and I cup her cheek and grab hold of her, rubbing my thumb over the diamond engagement ring.
My eyes race between hers. “Eight diamonds, four on either side. I have loved you for eight years, and I plan to add a diamond each year. I want you to marry me, to be my old lady, to have more of my babies, and to make me whole, because Trouble, these past four years I’ve been broken without you.” I lean down and gently kiss her lips, then beg, “Marry me, Trouble, marry me and allow me to give us the life we should have had. Be my wife….”
Her jaw wobbles as her tears flow and my heart stops when she pushes onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. Dread consumes me, but I kiss her back, anyway.
After a few minutes, she whispers, “Yes,” against my lips, and I pull back in shock. She smiles through her tears and repeats, “Yes, I will marry you, but please don’t hurt me again, because I don’t think I’ll survive it this time round.”
I choke raw emotion as I promise, “Never, I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll make you mad sometimes, but I swear, your happiness, along with our daughter’s, is my top priority. "
She nods and whispers, “I love you….”
“Fuck, I love you,” I reply before I kiss her hard as I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her so her feet dangle.
I spin us, making her giggle, and I grin, really fucking happy.
I may have messed up, but this girl grounds me daily. She makes me proud to be me, and I know I’ll spend the rest of my life treating her like the queen she is.
What more could a man want?