Epilogue
KANE
One week later
T he roar of engines vibrated through the packed stands, the sound of power and speed thundering in my bones, a familiar rhythm I’d never get tired of. The scent of gasoline, burnt rubber, and sweat hung heavy in the summer air, thick and gritty as hell under the midday sun.
We were at Redline Speedway. My professional team was ridin’ today, but still—my track, my race, my rules.
Yet I couldn’t focus worth a damn on the cars roaring down the track.
Not when Savannah stood beside me, looking like every man’s wet dream.
She leaned against the railing of the owner’s box, sipping an ice-cold soda with a smirk playing on her lips, her tank top stretched tight across her chest and showing off the logo for my pro racing team.
Her old lady vest hugged her curves perfectly, and low-slung jeans wrapped around her hips like a fucking invitation.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Every time we moved through the damn crowd, I saw eyes lingering. Heads turning. Some motherfuckers didn’t even try to hide it.
“I hate those jeans,” I muttered, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me.
Savannah looked up, blinking those innocent blue eyes at me like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. “What? These?”
I growled, letting my hand slide down to cup her ass over the tight denim. “Every man in this arena wants you in those jeans.”
She laughed, soft and teasing, leaning her head back against my shoulder. “You’re being ridiculous. No one’s even looking.”
I let out a snort and nipped her ear. “They look, sugar. And if you so much as take a step away from me, I’ll put you over my knee right here in front of every asshole in this building. You won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Her breath hitched, and her smile curved slow and wicked. “Uh-huh.”
I stiffened behind her, heat coiling low in my gut. “You think I’m joking?”
Savannah turned in my arms, rising on her toes to press a soft kiss to my jaw. “I think you talk a lot, Kane Beckett.”
My eyes narrowed.
Challenge accepted .
Without another word, I took her hand and dragged her toward the back of the box.
Her surprised laughter followed me as I shoved open the supply closet door and pulled her inside.
The door slammed shut behind us, and I backed her against the wall, crowding into her space, my hands already gripping her hips.
“Kane!” she gasped.
“You know better than to poke the beast, sugar,” I rasped, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss.
She moaned, fingers tangling in my cut as I lifted her, hooking her legs around my waist. My cock was already hard, already straining against my leather pants.
I shoved up her tank top and groaned at the sight of her nipples pebbling as the air hit them. I sucked one into my mouth, loving the way her body arched into me, desperate and needy.
“We can’t?—”
“Fuck yes, we can,” I growled, fumbling with the button on her jeans and dragging them down just far enough. She was soaked already, her slick heat coating my fingers as I stroked her.
“Fuck, baby. You know you love it when I lose control.” I ripped at my fly, taking out my thick, fat cock.
Savannah gasped, her breath ragged. “I love you.”
I froze for half a second, just long enough for the words to hit me like a gut punch. “Never gonna get tired of hearing you say that, sugar.”
Then I kissed her again, harder, deeper, and drove into her in one powerful thrust. She cried out, the sound muffled against my mouth, and her nails dug into my shoulders.
It was fast, wild, and hot as hell. My hips slammed into hers, every stroke a claim, every groan a vow. I owned her body and heart. Soon, everyone in the damn world would know it.
“Come for me, sugar. Just like that.”
Her release hit hard and fast, her thighs trembling as she moaned my name, her pussy gripping me so tight I nearly lost it.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Fuck!”
I followed seconds later, burying myself deep and groaning against her throat as I emptied inside her.
Afterward, she sagged against me, boneless and flushed, her breath warm on my neck. I held her there, not ready to let go.
“That's what every fucker out there is fantasizing about when they see you in those fucking jeans.”
She giggled, then whispered, “I guess it's lucky for you that I won't be able to wear outfits like this much longer anyway.”
I pulled back, brows furrowed. “What?”
She gave me a coy smile, brushing a hand over her still-flat belly.
Realization slammed into me.
My grin turned downright smug. “Fuck yes. Everyone will know for sure you’re taken. Round and swollen with my baby.”
Savannah laughed as I set her down and helped her straighten her clothes, before tucking myself back in. “As if the property patch and giant diamond ring weren’t enough?”
I smoothed my hands over her hips, letting my thumbs rest low on her stomach. “Nothing will ever be enough. But you carrying our baby? That’s probably the only thing that will keep me from killing every bastard who looks at you.”
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I can’t be pregnant all the time.”
I leaned in, voice low and deep. “Wanna bet?”
She flushed, laughing as I took her hand and led her out of the closet. We walked back to the front of the owner’s box, the crowd roaring below us.
The next heat was starting when the noise shifted—shouts, gasps, and then a scream of tires.
My gaze snapped to the track.
A motorcycle had skidded onto the field, crashing across the dirt, a duffel bag flying from the rider’s back.
Axle veered off in his race car, avoiding the wreck by inches. His door flew open, and he bolted out, racing toward the downed rider. From up here, we couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was clearly yelling, his face a mask of fury.
When he reached the body, it didn't move, and he froze.
Axle scooped the limp rider into his arms, and I realized it was a woman. The second some guy ran over and tried to help, Axle snarled something fierce enough to send him stumbling back.
I snorted.
Savannah turned to me, eyes wide. “What’s so funny?”
I shook my head, chuckling. “Axle just got hit.”
She blinked. “They didn’t crash.”
I turned to her, eyes gleaming. “Not that kind of hit, sugar. A hit to the heart. His fate just crashed into him.”
She stared at me for a second, then grinned slow and bright. “Oh boy.”
I nodded, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me as we looked out over the chaos.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “This is gonna be fun.”