EPILOGUE
Halloween — Two Years Later
“Come on, hottie.” Gunnar grabs me and kisses my neck. “Time to scare the shit out of some people.”
I make one more attempt to get my hair to stay up, even though I know Gunnar’s going to knock it loose in a matter of minutes.
His eyes rake down over my zombie makeup, which is next level this year. He doesn’t stop there. He scans over my dress. Different one because he always tears them off of me. This one also has a hoop skirt and beneath, I am pressing my legs together to stop the throbbing ache of my clit.
It’s his fault.
Gunnar’s wearing another mask. This one is all black, made from leather. I’ve seen it before… from below him in our bed as he whispered filthy praise.
Tight little cunt taking this big cock so well.
Letting your big, masked biker bang the fuck out of you.
Making those pretty little sounds you make while I pound you.
Whew. I’m burning up. Flames simmer inside me as the anticipation builds.
“You keep looking at me like that,” he rumbles, “we won’t make it to the haunted maze on time.”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand in our bedroom, sitting beside the massive four-poster bed. “We’ve got ten minutes.”
“Fuck,” he growls and reaches under my dress. There’s a hitch in his breathing when he finds me bare. Although I love it when he tears my panties off—which he does often—I wanted to surprise him.
“Little devil,” he murmurs against my ear. “I’m gonna make you wait for teasing me.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “Gunnar… that’s cruel.”
He chuckles and saunters out of the bathroom. His heavy motorcycle boots thump on the stairs leading down to the first floor of our cabin.
“Don’t worry,” he calls up to me. “You’ll get your punishment in the woods tonight.”
My pulse rate doubles as I fan my burning face.
On the anniversary of the night we met, Gunnar chases me. Only there won’t be an interruption by his club brother this time. We’ll be on the trail Gunnar carved into the woods surrounding our house.
There’s a secret clearing and the hay bales he likes to bend me over. But I never know how far I’ll make it before he drags me to the ground.
What he doesn’t know is I have a surprise for him tonight. It’s my turn to tell him that I want him to breed me.
We’ve been waiting until the house was finished and I settled into my new job in public relations for the animal shelter the club started.
But everything is calm now, and my desire to give him a child is getting louder every time he takes me.
“Bossy beast,” I grumble loud enough for him to hear as I grab my rubber machete prop.
When I walk down the steps, he’s waiting by the front door. Tonight Gunnar’s wearing his cut, no shirt beneath. Over his handsome face, he’s wearing that sinfully sexy mask.
Every inch of his gigantic body is tense and ready.
His blue eyes track my every movement and the bulge in his jeans tells me everything I need to know. I might not make it out of the maze unscathed.
“Love you, baby,” he whispers in a thick voice as he grabs my hand and pulls me against his chest. “No kissing tonight with this mask on.”
I give him a pout as I slide my hands up the warm, thick muscles of his chest. Sighing, I say, “No zombie eating either.”
“You’re wrong about that,” he says with a sexy chuckle as he leads me out the door. “You steal the cupcakes, I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Deal.”