EPILOGUE
Twenty-five years later
– NORIE –
Being on the back of my old man’s bike is always a special moment.
This one right now? It holds a little more meaning because it’s the final one for us in this spot.
Tonight, Fatal is handing the gavel to our son, Rhymes.
Yes, we gave our son, who was born twenty-three years ago, Fatal’s birth name. It’s not like he was using it anyway.
After tonight Rhymes will take lead, and Heart’s son, who will become the new VP, will ride in Heart’s place. It’s a shift in leadership, and with it the workflow and responsibilities of both Fatal and Heart will lighten. Which means there will be more free time for them to enjoy other things.
It’s not exactly a retirement, but I am liking how it will be easier for us to take more than a weekend off to spend at our Lexmore Beach condo.
Fatal might not be president anymore, but he did take over from Swade and is now the one in charge of the brewery.
Which also comes in handy when we head to Lexmore Beach for meetings with Sevrin about their brewery.
I tighten my arms around Fatal and close my eyes for a heartbeat to imprint this special moment inside my brain. My last time as the president’s old lady, and I couldn’t be prouder of our son.
There is a side of this brotherhood I’m not included in, and to be honest?
I’m glad to be kept out of the loop. Fatal might have allowed me some knowledge at the start of our wild ride of life, but ever since he’s shielded me from the 1% side of the club.
Now those responsibilities land on the shoulders of Rhymes.
He doesn’t have an old lady and I doubt he’ll retire his playboy ways anytime soon. Yet, I never thought I’d find the one man who would simply grab hold and pull me into a direction where my life took a tailspin. Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. Even if it almost cost me my life.
Fatal places his large hand on my thigh and gives me a squeeze. Warmth fills my chest at the intimate move. Like I said, riding together is always a special moment. The gate of the clubhouse comes closer and a few breaths later Fatal hits the kickstand after he’s parked his bike.
Fatal holds his hand out for me to take and I gracefully get off the bike with his help. My smile is intensified by the time I take off my helmet. Fatal is wearing a proud look while there are cheers and loud music coming from the clubhouse.
We follow the rest inside and right before we go through the door, Fatal says, “This is a vivid reminder why we got our own place when Rhymes was born. Parties are nice and all...but I can’t wait to go home after a few hours.”
I snicker and silently agree. Especially when Fatal roughly yanks me against his body to avoid colliding with a naked woman.
“Why wear clothes when your birthday suit is the answer to tonight’s dress code,” I grumble.
Fatal brushes a kiss on the top of my head. “We’re heading home as soon as we’re finished in church and have a drink or two to celebrate.”
“Agreed. I’ll be at the bar.” I squeeze his arm affectionately and he lets me go.
The members all disappear into church and it’s only a handful of prospects, some scantily clad women, and my father who is sitting at the bar.
Swade is still wearing his cut, but he’s not an active member anymore.
Hence the reason he’s still sitting at the bar instead of dragging his old ass into church.
“Hey, Dad.” I place a kiss on his cheek.
He shoots me a grin. “Hey, darlin’, did you enjoy your final ride as the president’s old lady?”
“Can I have a Jack and Coke?” I ask the prospect behind the bar and he instantly reaches for a bottle of Coca-Cola.
I point at the Honey version of Jack Daniels before I answer my father. “It was a sweet ride. I’m sure we’re going to enjoy many more, just not in this formation. I love how Fatal is able to hand over the gavel to Rhymes, it’s his time now.”
Swade glances over his shoulder and I turn to see what he’s looking at when he echoes, “Their time is now.” He chuckles and lifts his bottle of beer at me.
I take a few sips of my drink when he adds, “Thank fuck. I think my ticker would explode if I had to pull an all-nighter like the good old days.”
“You still look good, baby,” one of the club whores croons.
My last sip almost comes out of my nose when my dad states, “Go suck on a cock that’s not attached to me.”
Someone takes a seat next to me, to my surprise it’s the naked chick who is now glaring at me.
I’m about to ask if me wearing clothes offends her when she says, “You’re too old to ride the president’s dick. He’s my age so you won’t stand a chance. Go on out of here.” She leans forward. “Take grandpa with you, he looks like he needs a ride.”
“Oh, fuck,” the prospect behind the bar grunts.
Holding my hand palm up to let him know I got this, I keep my eye on the woman when I tell her, “The door of church is still closed. So, I can wholeheartedly state that I’ve been riding the president’s dick longer than you’ve been walking this fucked-up world.
Which means the new president walking out of that door any damn second is my son.
The man you think needs a ride? He’s the new president’s grandpa.
” Turning to the prospect I snap, “I’m still the president’s old lady and I order you to throw this disrespectful skank out the door. ”
“Yes, ma’am.” The prospect smiles and gives me a nod as he walks around the bar.
The naked woman is still gaping at me while the prospect grabs her by the arm. He snatches some clothes off the floor before he starts to drag her in the direction of the door.
“You’re the best daughter in the whole goddamned world,” my father states.
I chuckle. “I’m your only daughter. Okay, I’m going to grab some bottles of water to stock the fridge under the bar. These youngsters will party hard all night and will need to hydrate come morning.”
My dad shakes his head. “They’ll probably grab beer for breakfast.”
Now I’m the one shaking my head while he takes out his phone and states, “My ride home is here. Enjoy your night, darlin’.”
I give him a hug. “You too, Dad.”
I watch him leave and head for the storage room to get some bottles of water. Once I’m behind the bar, I squat down and hear the guys come out of church with loud cheers. Placing a hand on the bar, I pull myself up and watch the love of my life hug our son and slap him on his back.
This right here is a monumental moment...the Maryland chapter of Kings of Anarchy has a new president. Fatal comes straight for me while the rest of the men fill the main room. Grabbing the last bottles from the bar, I squat down and place them into the fridge.
“Excellent position,” Fatal states, and I glance up.
His crotch is at eye level and the look he’s giving me makes me swallow hard. Placing his hands on the bar, he leans his pelvis closer and raises one of his eyebrows. Screw the fact the fridge is still open. Right now all that matters is the heated moment between me and my old man.
Reaching for his belt, I quickly manage to unbuckle, unzip, and pull his cock out. He hardens in my hand as I slowly stroke him up and down. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I lick the tip and groan when the salty precum hits my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I smile when I hear someone say, “What was that, Fatal?”
Sucking him into my mouth while I hollow my cheeks makes it impossible for him to reply.
I reach inside his jeans to cup his balls just the way he likes it.
Sucking him off behind the bar of the clubhouse is a first. We’ve had sex in a lot of places, and clearly there are still some new ones to explore.
Fatal curses again and by now he’s thrusting his hips back and forth, shoving himself deeper into my mouth. I try to relax my throat and fight the need to gag. I squeeze the base of his cock and feel him thicken and pulse before the salty taste of his cum hits my tongue.
I swallow every drop and lick him clean before he steps back to tuck himself back into his jeans. He holds his hand out to lift me to my feet. Turning, I wipe my mouth and come face-to-face with Rhymes and Heart’s son.
“Mom? What the actual fuck? I need to bleach my damn eyes. And Dad? Really? Fuck.” Rhymes turns, shakes his head and walks off.
Fatal’s arms wrap around me from behind while he buries his face into my neck. “I hope we get grandkids who he can shock the way we did just now.”
I reach back and lean into my man. “Now there’s something to hope for.”
His chuckle rumbles against my back. “Let’s get out of here. I want you naked in my bed and that sweet pussy of yours on my mouth so I can thoroughly fuck you after I’ve sucked an orgasm from you.”
“More to hope for,” I muse and turn to add, “I love you.”
“I love you more, sweet thing,” Fatal rumbles.
He takes my hand to lead me out the door, taking the first steps to turn hope into reality.
We each hold our own decisions to follow a path of our future.
You can take directions from monumental things life throws in your path, and follow your heart in the process.
It’s led us to where we are now. Happily together, still enjoying our time while the younger generation explores what we’ve experienced as they place their own mark on this road they call living.