23. Epilogue
Epilogue
Sunny
“As much as I love your tongue I need you inside me now!” I growl, gripping Elias by his ears and tugging him up my body.
My hand snakes between us, gripping his cleared-by-the-doctor-disease-free-beautiful-cock guiding him to my on-the-pill-and-orgasm-hungry-vagina.
“Fuck, Sassy, slow down, I’ve - shit, I’ve never fucked ungloved,” Elias pants, hands balled into fists as he tries to gain control of himself. That’s just not gonna work for me. I live to make Elias lose control.
Ignoring his pleas I move his cock around, rubbing the thick head through my wet folds before lining him up and thrusting up onto him.
He freezes, holding himself perfectly still while my hips buck wildly as I fuck him from below.
Growling because he isn't doing what I want, I use my body weight to shove him off, forcing him onto his back.
I move to throw my leg over to ride him cowgirl style, but then decide to really give my man a show.
Turning my back to him I watch him over my shoulder as I lower myself onto his good looking hard cock.
His eyes close involuntarily as he watches himself disappear into my body.
I settle on my knees and lean forward just a little so all my man can see is my fabulous round ass and his thickness disappearing in and out of me.
“Fuck baby, that looks so fucking good, fuck,” he groans long and low and I know I need to find my peak and soon, because he isn’t going to last much longer.
I plant my feet, and snake my hand down my soft belly, to my swollen clit.
I need to make this fast, as a bigger girl who has never seen the inside of a gym, I know my thighs aren't built to ride for a long time. A good time, yes, but a long time, no. I find my rhythm, and slowly bounce, letting Elias’ cock hit me in all the right places, the delicious drag of his thickness heightening the sensation before hitting that special spot inside me over and over and over.
I’m flying, higher and higher, almost there but not quite when Elias’ large, warm hand bats mine out of the way and his thick fingers slap against my clit, the shock making me convulse in pleasure as wave after wave comes crashing down over me.
My cries into the dimly lit room are echoed by Elias’ groans, his free hand gripping my hip tight enough to mark me.
“Holy fucking shit. Oh my God.”
“Hey! No God speak while you’re inside me,” I say breathlessly, rolling to the side, Elias’ slipping out of me along with a gush of our combined cum. “Ew.”
Elias grins before jumping up off the bed with too much energy.
He disappears into the bathroom and I let my legs fall to the side, open and ready for him to clean me up.
It was awkward the first few times, but I know it’s something Elias likes to do.
He likes to take care of me, in all ways.
Even the gross ones. He gently cleans me up, and then because I can be a brat I roll over onto the dry side of the bed.
Elias looks at the wet spot in disgust, and shakes his head at me.
“It won't be for long. I just need a little time to recover before the party starts.”
Today is the day Grail becomes a fully patched member. He deserves it. Not only has he taken a lot of the IT stuff off Fog’s plate, but he also survived a hacker crash course with Tuesday Tombs. She’s one of the most unusual people I’ve ever met and I really want to be her when I grow up.
“Who do you think will prospect now that Grail is a patched brother?” I ask Elias, deciding I should shower before the party.
“We have a couple of new guys throw their names in the hat,” Elias replies with a smirk, stepping into the shower stall behind me.
I lean my face up to the spray, letting the water run down my body. “I hope they know there’s a high likelihood of death. There were three of them two months ago.”
Elias snorts but remains quiet. I like that about him. He doesn’t always say a lot, but that's OK because I probably say enough for the both of us.
“Every Saint knows there's a chance you may not come home.”
I spin to look at him, his dark hair wet and slicked back, blue eyes on mine. “But not you. You come home to me every damn day, Revenant.”
“Always,” he replies, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Sassy.”
“I love you too. So much it’s almost scary.” He smiles softly down at me. “No, you don’t understand what sorts of crazy shit I’d do for you. That’s how much I love you.”
“I don't know, Sassy. I saw you kill three men, fight a cut slut, and torture two people. I’m pretty certain I understand exactly what type of crazy shit you’d do for me.”
OK, maybe he does know. Elias steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He lets me get an eyeful of his abs and that delicious groove that I’m pretty sure the classy girls call “cum gutters”, before holding a towel open for me.
I step out and let him wrap me up, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.
“Thank you, baby.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.” He pauses for a moment, watching me. “Am I spoiling you enough to behave yourself at this party?”
“Not a chance, big guy”.
Revenant
“You alright, kid?” I ask Grail as he gingerly sits next to me.
He rolls one of his shoulders, with a wince, “Yeah, I think Brake tried to dislocate it with his congratulations.”
“Suck it up, man. In other clubs they get branded,” Fog says, taking a pull on his vape and blasting us with a fucking green apple cobbler scented cloud.
Grail shudders a little and I huff, leaning back in my chair.
“Uh oh, incoming,” Fog mutters his eyes flicking over my shoulder. “You’re on your own, brother.”
I don’t need to turn around. I know that laugh.
“What the fuck?” Coyote mutters.
My brothers and I watch Sunny and Mercy as River and Brooks trail behind them carrying drinks and folding chairs. They set their chairs near us, before River hands Sunny a colorful drink.
“Thank you, prospect.”
Mercy ignores Gallows’ stare, sipping at her girly drink complete with a pink umbrella.
“Are you two fucking with my prospects?”
Sunny’s hand flies to her plump tits, eyes wide with horror. “We would never. We’re helping them be better prospects.”
“By making them carry your drinks?”
“We’re helping them build character.”
“Excellent character,” Mercy adds, closing her eyes and tipping her head back in the sun.
Gallows’ face softens as he watches his sister. Mercy has been lighter since Sunny burst into the Saint’s Outlaws clubhouse. There’s a friendship there that goes deeper than the brotherhood Mercy found with us. An understanding of some sort.
“Don’t think too hard into it, Prez,” Mercy says, eyes still closed. “We’ll only fuck with them the normal amount.”
“Which, for the record, is less than I fucked with them growing up,” Sunny adds, winking at her brothers.
“Prospects, ignore Sunny and get back to your posts,” Gallows says, tipping his head at them to get gone.
We watch as they leave, their posture and the way they carry themselves more like ex-military than the sons of a pastor. Although like Sunny they’ve been raised to be alert. If they can survive prospecting they’ll make solid Saints.
My gaze moves around my club, my family. The Wolves are still out there wanting revenge and Amos Crowe is pulling their strings but I don’t feel like I once did. Like it’s my time. Now, I’m greedy. I want as many days as I can with Sunny. With the Saints.
The crunching of tires on the main gravel drive has us all turning in that direction. River leans out the window of the guard shack talking to someone in the vehicle before nervously looking in our direction.
“What the fuck?” Gallows asks as the prospect beelines for us.
“Ah, Prez?” His eyes flick to my VP before nervously back to Gallows. “There’s a woman at the gate for Mercy. Says it's important.”
Mercy raises her head, cracking one eyelid open. “Who the hell is it?”
“Olivia? Said she’s Louise’s sister?” River shuffles from one foot to the other.
Mercy frowns at Gallows for a moment. “Her sister? Did she say what she wanted?”
“She said her sister and brother-in-law were killed in an accident.”
Mercy freezes, her face paling. “Their daughter?”
“In the car. Olivia said it was her sister’s wish that Luna be with you.”
Mercy gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. Gallows stands to comfort his sister but Jubilee is there, pulling her out of her chair and into his arms.
“Shit,” Coyote curses under his breath, eyes on the vehicle still idling at the gates.
Sunny places her palm on Mercy’s back, murmuring something to her friend. Mercy nods and turns to Gallows. No words are spoken. It’s written all over Mercy’s face.
“Open the gates, Prospect,” Gallows murmurs, eyes on the blonde woman at the gate, holding the hand of a little girl that looks like Mercy.
Sunny leans against my arm, pressing a kiss to my bicep before lifting my arm and placing it over her shoulders, snuggling in close. “She’s gonna need us, Elias.”
“Yeah.”
“We gotta protect them. If Crowe knows about her -”
“If Crowe comes anywhere near my family, it’s war,” Gallows growls.
Sunny moves even closer, wrapping her arms around my waist, the heat of her body warming me from the inside. We watch as Mercy and Gallows step up to the gate, waiting for it to roll open.
“Mercy deserves all the good things,” Sunny murmurs under her breath.
“So do you,” I reply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“I have all the good right here,” she says, squeezing me a little tighter.
My heart stutters at her words. I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I deserve Sunny Richards. But that won't stop me trying every fucking day to worship a woman who saw me at my worst and still chose me.
“I fucking love you, Sassy.”
She turns her face up to mine, her smile fucking breathtaking. “I know.”
I huff out a laugh, pulling her closer, watching my family welcome a little girl who needs us. I used to think God had abandoned me. Turns out he was leading me home all along.