Epilogue
Six months later…
“You wanted to see me, boss?”
Tony leans against the office door frame, grinning. I lean back in the chair and wave him inside. When Waylon was fired from his position as manager, Rogue and the club approached me about taking over the position, saying they thought I’d be the perfect fit.
There’s no reason to beat around the bush, so I dive right in. “How would you feel about being assistant manager?”
“Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.” I hand him some paperwork. “I need someone I can trust.”
After I became manager, Rogue urged me to confide in someone besides the club about my disability. He still feels bad the way I was outed, but if Violet had never pressed the issue, we wouldn’t be where we are today. RaRa and Tony have always been great friends, so I started with them.
“I’m your man.”
“Better not let Rogue hear you say that,” RaRa warns as he walks past.
Tony’s face pales, and he whips his head around to make sure Rogue isn’t lurking by.
“RaRa, quit screwing with him,” I yell. “Rogue isn’t even coming in today.”
Tony sighs with relief. “I’d love to be the assistant manager.”
“Yay!” I cheer. “Rogue and Violet have been helping me learn techniques to improve my math skills, but I’m still struggling. Rogue will still do the books at the end of the month, but I might need help counting the drawers at night, especially on chaotic days. You’ll also be able to discipline the staff, order inventory, and bring in new talent for entertainment. Other duties to be determined at a later time.”
“Anything you need,” he promises.
I’ve made a couple of slight changes that have resulted in business picking up even more. To honor our Badass Bitches Club, we now have ladies’ night once a month. It’s brought in more clientele, not only on that one night but every other night too. More women are comfortable with Purgatory now.
We’ve hired more security to help out so it isn’t always falling on Grim’s shoulders. Sure, he still likes to slam heads around occasionally, but he can enjoy time with his wife while she’s here, as he should. It’s really helpful on nights that Apple performs because the crowd gets rowdy very quickly. Now that Tony has agreed to be the new assistant manager, some of the load will fall off my plate.
“Good.” I grin at him. “You start today.”
“Today?”
“Today,” I confirm. “Let’s go tell the rest of the staff.”
Telling the others goes smoothly, and everyone offers Tony heartfelt congratulations. There isn’t too much time to celebrate because we have to open for business. Once we do that, both Tony and I hightail it behind the bar, and business is steady throughout the night.
“Tomorrow, we’re looking for another bartender,” I holler over the band who’s playing live.
“Agreed,” Tony yells back.
The next morning, I rush over to Persuasion Ink to discuss an idea with Possum. Locking the car door, I push open the door, and the familiar bell rings over my head. The sound of tattoo guns fill the air, and calmness washes over my body.
I definitely need this.
Possum peeks his head out of his room. “Yo, Skye, what brings you in today?”
“I need a favor.”
The smile on Possum’s face disappears and is replaced with a scowl. His gloves snap as he removes them. “I’ll be right back,” he calls over his shoulder to his client and scurries over to me. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Oh shit!
“Oh no… no… nothing like that,” I rush to explain. “I’m sorry. I need a tattoo, but it has to be a surprise. It’s for Rogue.”
Possum’s scowl immediately vanishes, and he grins widely. His giant arms yank me toward him, and he wraps me in a bone-crushing hug. “And you came to see me. I knew I was your favorite.”
“Well, that’s true,” I wheeze. “But besides Sammie, you’re the only game in town.”
“You wound me,” he says with a pout and releases me. “So, what can I do for you?”
“I want to get a Property of Rogue tattoo,” I whisper even though we’re alone.
Red flushes Possum’s cheeks. “Uh…well.”
“Oh, it’s okay. You don’t have to,” I say, slightly dejected.
“No, I want to,” he insists. “It’s just…uh, you kind of have one already.”
“What?!” I screech. “Where?”
Possum rubs the back of his neck. “Remember when you got the heart tattoo?”
“Yes,” I draw out suspiciously.
“I added POR where the heart and the infinity symbol meet.”
“Seriously?”
Possum grabs a mirror from the counter, and I raise my shirt up to expose the tattoo. I have to look very closely, but sure enough, you can see ‘POR’ inscribed in the details of the tattoo.
“Don’t be mad,” Possum pleads. “I saw the way you both acted around each other and knew it was bound to happen. Plus, it’s so small, you’d have never known if it didn’t work out.”
I fully belly laugh, and Possum stares at me like I’m insane. “At least it wasn’t a possum,” I say, gasping for breath.
Possum’s mouth curves. “Am I forgiven?”
“Depends.” I put my hands on my hips. “How soon can you get me in to do a real one that we can actually see?”
Possum turns on his heel and marches into his room. “Get the fuck out, man.”
“Dude, you’re not finished,” a voice whines.
“Sorry man, I got a prettier offer waiting.”
I chuckle as I step into the room. “Possum, it’s okay. I can wait.”
The man’s eyes shift from me to Possum. “Not a problem, darling. I’ll come back later tonight. Does five work?”
Possum nods and starts cleaning up his station as the guy puts his shirt on and walks out.
“You didn’t have to kick him out.” I cross my arms. “I could’ve come back later.”
“Friends and family, Skye,” Possum says.
“Friends and family,” I reiterate.
“Where are we going to stick it?”
I lift my shirt over my head, toss it on an empty chair, and unsnap my bra, lowering the straps. Holding the bra over my breasts, I move toward Possum’s table.
“Rogue is gonna kill me.” Possum sighs. “But what a way to go.”
I slap his arm and lay on my stomach. There’s a perfect spot on my back between my shoulder blades that I was saving for a special piece of art.
Four hours later, I’m cruising to the clubhouse with the Saints Purgatory emblem on my skin, and Property of Rogue underneath.
Time to show that man how much I love him.
Rogue
“I’m home!”
I walk out of the bathroom, towel drying my hair from the shower, and smile at Skye. She moved into the clubhouse with me shortly after we purged Jared and Waylon, and every time she walks in, she says the same thing.
“Hey, you,” I say, striding toward her. “I thought you had a shift tonight?”
She smiles slyly and shrugs. “I called in Tony to cover.”
I frown. “Is everything okay? It’s not like you to call off work.”
Skye loves Purgatory as much as any club member does. It’s become her sanctuary, and it’s like pulling teeth to get her to take a day off.
“Everything’s fine,” she assures me. “Can’t a girl just wanna spend time with her man?”
Her husky tone sends my libido into overdrive, and I toss the towel onto the floor before stripping out of my boxer briefs.
“Get naked,” I demand.
Skye laughs, the sound skating over my nerves, intensifying the desperate need flaring to life.
“What if I don’t wanna have sex?” she asks, pouting.
“Skye,” I growl.
She grins. “Okay, okay.”
It takes her no time at all to strip out of her clothes, and the moment she’s bare, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed. I toss her onto the mattress, and she clenches her teeth and hisses.
“What?” I bark. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No, not really. I, um…”
“Woman, spit it out.”
Skye quickly flips to her stomach, and the familiar plastic bandage catches my attention.
“Dammit, you let Possum get his hands on you again?” I growl.
She giggles. “I sure did.”
My palm connects with her ass, and she squeals with delight.
Fucking minx… that’s supposed to be punishment.
“Hands above your head,” I order as I straddle her.
“Yes, sir.”
As soon as her hands are clasped, I gently begin to peel the bandage off. When the
entire tattoo is fully exposed, my breath hitches.
“Fucking hell, you’re killing me, Skye.”
“Do you like it?” she asks hesitantly.
“Do I…” I blink several times. “I love it.” Leaning forward, I press a very gently kiss along her spine. “I love you.”
“Rogue?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you gonna be all sappy or are you gonna fuck me?” she asks. “Because I’d really like the latter.”
A growl erupts from my throat, and I reach between us to grab my cock and line the tip up with her entrance. Skye moans when I thrust my hips and bury myself as deep as possible.
I’m careful not to touch the tattoo. The last thing I want to do it hurt her. But other than that, I don’t bother going slow or taking it easy on her. I fuck her hard, fast, and desperate.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
Skye reaches one hand beneath her body and flicks her clit.
“Oh, God,” she breathes. “I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” I growl.
I continue to thrust inside of her wet heat, and her pussy wraps around me like it was made only for my cock.
“Rogue, I can’t wa?—”
“Now,” I order. “Come now.”
Her walls spasm, and my dick pulses with my release. Being with Skye, experiencing the most primal of acts with her never gets old.
Our orgasms tear through our bodies, and when we both settle back into reality, I collapse on top of her. She grunts from my weight, so I quickly roll to the side, taking her with me.
“Say it again,” she says.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she’s referring to.
“I love you.”
Her mouth curves against my chest. “And I’m yours?”
“Now and forever,” I tell her.
“I love you, Rogue.”
“And I’m yours?”
“Now and forever.”
I trail my fingertips over her side and kiss the top of her head.
“You’re my cross, Skye. And I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.”