18. Epilogue
Epilogue
Two months later
I huffed out a breath when the red brick building of the Sin City Clubhouse came into view. This would be the first time Lyra would be here as my official Old Lady, since the first time I brought her here under my protection.
It was a big step for me—for us.
I held out my hand as Lyra climbed off the back of my bike. Before I followed her, I took the time to enjoy the view.
She wore these black skinny jeans with black heeled booties that made her long legs look even longer. Her ass was round and shapely in the jeans. She wore a leather halter with thin straps that showed off her full breasts and all those luscious tattoos that I’d become so familiar with over the past two months while she was moving into my house.
Lyra was fucking gorgeous, and quite honestly, I couldn’t believe she was mine.
She turned to me. “Are you coming?” The silver necklace with the small diamond-encrusted heart pendant I gave her gleamed against her brown skin in the sunlight.
I smirked; the woman knew what the hell she did to me.
“I’d like to be,” I said, giving her the sexy smirk I knew would get her ready for me. “You look fucking hot in that outfit right now.”
Lyra rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible,” she said, then giggled.
“But you love it,” I reminded her.
“I most certainly do.”
So much had changed since that night Onassis came for her. I realized that night that I loved her and would do anything for her. Kill anyone for her.
Hell, I did kill for her.
She was the glue that held me together. The one who called me on my bullshit but could just as easily build my ass up to where I felt like I was the king of the fucking world. And it didn’t hurt that the brothers treated her like she was their sister. I thought part of her easiness into this life was because she was already familiar with the Sinners. It was a blessing not to have to explain everything to Lyra. Her connection to the Oakland Chapter helped. If she had any questions, she called Jevry or asked Tara. She and Lyra had become fast friends.
More than once, I’d let Tara know how grateful I was for her.
I smiled at Lyra. I didn’t think I’d ever smiled so much since we’d met.
“I’m coming. Wires isn’t going to have all the fun.” I climbed off my bike and joined her.
Two weeks ago, Wires became one of the newest patched members of Sin City MC New Orleans Chapter. It had been well- deserved the way he’d helped take care of the Greeks the night they’d come for Lyra.
And when the police finally did show up that night, just like Haven had warned, responding to a call of shots fired, Wires had come up with a story only Wires could come up with. He told the responding officers that he was trying to hook up surround sound for the outdoor movie theater setup. We’d decided on an action movie that had police chases and gunfire.
I shook my head at the memory.
I ushered Lyra into the clubhouse, and she was greeted by a now healed DeArie and Saria. The three somehow ended up in the life of a Sinners’ ole ladies, and they did it together. I was glad they had one another. The three of them were a hit with the other Old Ladies and the club whores gave them and us—thank God—a wide berth when they were here.
“They fit in well here, don’t they?” Remy asked, handing me a beer from the bar.
I nodded, looking at the three friends in an animated discussion about something I couldn’t make out, but by the way Saria’s hand was lying on her stomach and the dopey ass grin on Brick’s face, I could read between the lines. A baby Sinner was about to be born in a few months. And for a fleeting moment, I wondered…
“They do,” I agreed and sipped my beer, shaking off the future.
I prefer to live in the present anyway. Besides, Lyra and I hadn’t talked about children.
“And what about you? How are things going with DeArie?”
My brother snorted, and a wide smile spread his lips.
“It’s a change, but one for the better,” Remy said. “She keeps me on my fucking toes, that’s for sure. I’ve not had a single nightmare about my time with Special Forces. And when I do, she’s been right there to talk my ass off the ledge.” I smiled at the soft look that fell over his features when DeArie waved at him. He nodded to her and then continued. “I want to be better for her. I want to give her everything. I want to be the kind of man she can love and depend on. You know?”
I tore my gaze from the three women to focus on Remy. I’d never heard him talk this way about anyone, let alone a woman, but I got it. Somehow DeArie was healing my brother, and I will always be grateful to her for that. I understood him now more than ever because Lyra made me want that for myself as well. I wanted to be what she needed me to be, and that started with becoming a better man.
“I understand, my brother,” I said, clapping Remy on the back. “Should we go break up their little reunion?” I asked with a grin and a final swig of my beer.
“Just what I was going to do.” Remy tipped his beer back, and we walked toward the women together.
Brick had the same idea because he grabbed Saria’s hand, kissed her on the forehead, and embraced her.
I wrapped my arms around Lyra’s waist and pulled her to my chest. I kissed her on the cheek and breathed her in. Damn, I was happy. She made me fucking happy, and there was no way I was going to give up any of this.
“How about we finish the day at the same place we started?” I whispered in her ear and then licked the shell.
Lyra shivered against my body and released a small moan.
“You want to leave the party already? We just got here,” she protested, but I didn’t let up my assault. I had plans for this one.
“Believe me, Lyra. The party will still be going on when we come up for air. One thing we Sinners know how to do is fucking party.” I punctuated my point with kisses down her neck, and a thrill shot through my body when she tilted her head, giving me better access to her neck.
She moaned again, and the sound went straight to my dick. I made it a point to make sure I rubbed my erection against her warm core.
“You see what you fucking do to me, woman? I fucking love you,” I growled against her perfect, smooth skin. “You are my everything, Lyra, and I’m glad Ace entrusted me to protect you.” I took her hand, knowing that she’d follow me anywhere.
“And I love you too, Beau, and I’m glad I trusted you enough to let you,” she said, squeezing my hand as I led her up the stairs.
As soon as the doors closed, I was on her. I’d never get enough of this woman.
“I never want anyone else,” I muttered as I quickly did away with Lyra’s clothes. I didn’t want to waste any time getting my hands on her.
“Then show me,” she said, a sly smirk on her lips that I was coming to love.
I pushed her gently back until she lay flat on the bed. I kneeled in front of her, running my hands up and down her thighs. Her skin was so soft; I just loved the way she felt under my touch. The way her hips undulated as she moaned the higher I moved up her legs, was so fucking erotic to me.
“I can’t wait to bury my dick into you,” I growled, following the trail of my hands with my lips until I reached my prized nestled between her luscious thighs.
“Stop teasing, Beau,” she whined, and I snorted. Teasing was not something I did. Not when it came to getting what I wanted, which at the moment was her coming undone on my tongue.
I didn’t waste any more time. I pushed Lyra’s knees apart, opening her to me. She was wet and slick; the hairs on her mound just beginning to grow back, looked like peach fuzz.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mumbled before I dove in on her clit, not hesitating to gather the bundle of nerves into my mouth and suck lightly, just the way Lyra liked it.
Her moans and mewls egged me to keep up my ministrations, and I added one finger first and then another when she begged for more. Her hands tightened in the covers first, then moved to my hair. The sting almost euphoric as I used my tongue to flick quickly over her clit, bringing her to the brink of her climax and then easing off, adding a third finger, getting her ready for me.
“Damn, you’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to slide my dick into you. Feel that hot pussy around me,” I said between flicks, then covering the swollen nub into my mouth again in tandem with the thrusting of my fingers.
“Fuck,” she moaned as her pussy convulsed, and she came. This time, I didn’t stop the dismantling. She was so beautiful.
Before she could come down from her high, I climbed up her body, hooked her leg in the crooked of my arm, and thrust into her. I had to pause, just for a moment, to let the sensation waft over me before I spilled my load too early.
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby,” I growled as I pulled out of her and thrust back in.
I looked down into Lyra’s face; the haze of orgasm, lifting, but the flame of desire and passion was still there. I wanted to keep that look on her face all the time, for the rest of her life, because she was it for me.
“Move,” she ordered, and I snorted but obeyed, plunging in and out of her hard and deep.
With each snap of my hips, I pushed myself further and further beyond the brink of pleasure, and by the sounds Lyra was making, she was almost there as well. I reached between us, putting pressure on her clit, then grazing my thumb over it, matching my rhythm until she was moaning my name over and over again and clenching my dick with her orgasm.
I couldn’t hold onto my release any longer and fell with her. I collapsed onto her chest. Lyra wrapped her arms loosely around her back, and I released her leg.
“I’m never letting you go, Lyra. I love you,” I said, pulling her into my chest.
“I love you too,” she answered.
We lay there momentarily before I pushed myself to sit up.
“We’re missing the celebration,” I said over my shoulder as I gathered our clothes.
“I know. I hope Wires didn’t miss us.” She smiled as she began to dress.
“I’m sure he didn’t.”
I shoved my leg into my jeans, and we dressed the rest of the time in silence. I opened the door and waited for Lyra to join me. We walked downstairs hand-in-hand. The laughter that rose up to greet us made me smile. It wasn’t often that I did, but I wouldn’t want my life to have gone any other way. Lyra was my existence, and the men below me were a part of that existence as well.
Life was good, and there was better to come as long as Lyra was by my side.