EPILOGUE
ALMOST ONE YEAR LATER
MAYHEM
My woman is captivating. There’s just no other way to say it.
She lights up from the inside out and she’s not alone.
I’ve noticed the same phenomenon amongst the Old Ladies in New Orleans.
Which is where we are to celebrate Mardi Gras this year.
We were invited, my woman had never been, and we’re almost to a year since she burst through my clubhouse door.
She’s across the room of the clubhouse with her head tipped back and a laugh falling from her lips because of something she’s talking about with Tallulah, Wrenley, and Scarlett.
Wrenley is the wife and Old Lady to Prodigal, the VP and son of the President, and Frenzy belongs to Scarlett who owns a bakery with delicious treats.
This trip is just what we needed. And, of course, we didn’t come alone. Rampage, Ripper, and Duckie are around here somewhere causing trouble, no doubt. Or enjoying a new pool of women to choose from.
They can have it.
I’m more than good.
Scythe steps up next to me and I don’t even have to look at the man to know his eyes are locked on Tallulah. He asks, amused already, “How’s everything going with the brothers?”
I scoff out a laugh and shake my head. “They still try to act like they aren’t dying to take my bike out for a ride while being protective of their sister. Even if they won’t admit it, it didn’t take long for them to see it.”
“That you’d die for her, kill for her, pull the stars down just to illuminate the ground she walks on,” he fills in.
We both freeze, and I turn toward him slowly. “What the fuck was that, brother?” I can’t help but tease him.
He gives me a sheepish smile and rubs the back of his neck.
“Joplin is going through a crooner stage. Come on, music is life in our house. I claimed a woman who tied her life to a record store,” he reminds me.
“I try to get a little classic rock in, but Jop isn’t having it.
It’s all soulful ballads and melodies that make you feel things. ”
He cringes, but I see through him. He loves it, and his life with his girls. I slap his shoulder and drain my beer. I have some beads I’ve been itching to have my woman earn. She put them around my neck earlier like a promise of later.
“But, yeah,” I agree, “that. Now they’re angling for an invite to the clubhouse one weekend.”
“Oh,” he chuckles, “that’ll be perfect.”
I shrug, not giving a fuck. Her brothers can posture if they want, but it’s not going to change a damn thing. Addyson is mine.
And she’s been my wife for the last six months. Best six months of my life.
That was the last time my woman saw her best friend. Little do they know, but we might have found the perfect place to fulfill their vacation home dreams. We’re going to surprise them with it but knowing our women they’re only pretending to think we forgot.
Sounds like something my Tempest would do.
I give his shoulder one more squeeze as I nod and head straight toward my Tempest. I’m done being around this many people. It’s time to get her naked.
There’s a feeling jangling through me. This is the night.
Addyson has been off her birth control for a little while and we didn’t expect some sort of over night positive. It’s why she stopped taking it before the year was up and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to argue with her logic.
When I slide up behind my woman, my hands find her hips and pull her back against my chest. As she melts against me, I huff, “How’d you know it was me?”
My Tempest hums, “I didn’t.”
Wrenley, Tallulah, and Scarlett all start laughing so hard they have to hold onto each other to stay upright. Within moments they’re surrounded by their men, all of them looking just as hungry as I feel.
Addyson must notice the same thing because she gulps as she looks over her shoulder at me. The corner of my mouth twitches when she bats her eyelashes at me like she’s oh so innocent. She’s not.
“I knew it was you,” she says it almost in admonishment of me. “Probably the same way you know it’s me when I’m close by.”
I kiss the top of her head, the men leading their women away, probably with the same intentions as I have. I don’t blame them. There are already quite a few kids running around the clubhouse. What’s a few more?
It’s good for men like us, gives us a purpose while grounding us and reminding us of our own humanity. We’re lucky men to have women, families, who tether us to the good in us which exists only for them.
Addyson turns in my arms, her brown eyes glassy with desire. My cock is more than ready to be buried deep inside of her until she’s milking my balls dry.
“You ready to take me to bed, my biker boy husband?” There’s no tease in her question, only sweetness and I already know I’m going to make love to my woman until my baby is inside her.
“You better fucking believe I’m ready to take you to bed, my wife.”
Addyson’s eyes darken as her lips curl up. “Then I’m not sure what you’re waiting for,” she challenges me.
She’s up and in my arms before she even finishes speaking. The laugh that comes out of her makes me want to puff up my chest with pride. If I do a little, no one is paying attention to call me on it.
I don’t stop moving until we’re locked inside the room we were given when we arrived which looks a lot like the guest suite in my clubhouse.
I’m not sure who is going to be more excited when they find out they’re going to be grandparents—Battle or my mom.
Both have been hinting about it. Well, Battle has been hinting, mom has been straight up asking about what the plan is.
As long as they don’t stress my woman out, I’ve let them be excited about what the future of our family looks like. That’s what it is. Our family. The club. Addyson. It’s everything.
And you better believe I’ll put my foot down about Addy finalizing the plans for the house the moment I find out we have a baby on the way. We’ve been back and forth and none of it was because of me.
“You’re thinking awfully hard there, Mr. President.”
Addy’s voice has my attention snapping to her. I smile down at my woman, “Just thinking about what is about to happen.”
She arches an eyebrow, her voice coy in a way that goes right to my cock, “And what is about to happen?”
“I’m putting my baby inside of you tonight.”
The smile that lights up my woman’s face is luminous. She wants this. She’s ready.
As I strip her, my hands map the curves of her body, memorizing the way they glide along her smooth skin. She shudders as I touch her and I marvel at the way she responds to me.
Still. Even now. After countless touches.
It’s a wonder.
“I love you, Addyson, my Tempest,” I murmur the words, a confession, a truth.
“I love you, Briggs.”
Our eyes stay locked as I slide inside of her, forcing myself to go slow, to savor this moment. Even though I want to slam home and fuck her until my cum is dripping out of her. I have to close my eyes and tip my head back, an attempt to grasp the threads of my control.
I’m sure as fuck not going to come before her.
Fucking never.
My thrusts are deep, my hips rotating when I’m buried inside her. She arches against me, her pussy pulsing with how fucking close she is. When I reach between us and pinch her clit, she goes off and I’m powerless to stop from following right behind her.
And I know, without a doubt, everything has just changed again.
“Bring it on, Tempest,” I whisper against her lips as I kiss her softly. Her lips curve into a smile as I add, “Do your worst.”