EPILOGUE #2
Occasionally, Lisa got hit on, and before he could even leave his seat to sort out the joker who would dare flirt with his woman, she’d smile and point over at him. That usually got the guy to back down with an apologetic nod.
No one else needed to understand their relationship, but it worked for them. Rarely did a night go by when they slept apart, unless it was work-related.
It was at Lisa’s place or at his. The venue didn’t matter, as long as they were together.
To them, it was no big deal. It was normal.
He didn’t even mind that Lisa didn’t want another marriage.
She was the love of his life; it was more than enough for Splice.
She already wore her Owned By Splice patch.
But after seeing another slimy bastard trying to put the moves on her in his bar one night recently, he vaulted over the bar and got the guy by the scruff of his neck, warning him to walk away.
Lisa had only laughed, but Splice had scowled, threatening to take her to Vegas for a quickie wedding.
Her solution?
She’d kissed his lips and said, “Get me a big ring then, so everyone knows who my man is.”
Splice didn’t need telling twice. Lisa was wearing a big-fucking-diamond the very next day, and every time he caught it glinting, he felt his chest burn with pride.
His woman.
With that one gesture, she’d completely calmed Splice.
But then she frowned at his empty hand, not long after that.
“Women still flirt with you.” She’d accused, pouting so cute; he’d wanted to bite her lip.
“I don’t flirt back,” he’d smirked, waiting for her to say what he suspected she’d say. He already had the matching silver band in a drawer at home.
“I want you to wear a ring, too.” She tipped her chin stubbornly, as if she expected an argument from him.
Didn’t Lisa get it yet? He was clingy with her.
“My ring is at home, sweetheart.” He shared and watched as her eyes widened. Within an hour, Splice also had a ring that showed everyone he was taken.
They were happy in their unconventional life, and no one could tell them otherwise. It would only change if Lisa decided it needed to change. Seriously, Splice would be fine living in a dog kennel if that’s her jam.
As he’d been told recently, he was down bad for her.
Were they brand new here? Of fucking course he was down bad for her. He was the down baddest of bad.
“Here you are.” He heard and craned his neck around to see Lisa coming through the sliding glass doors in his house. She padded barefoot, wearing only one of his gray hoodies that she collected like trophies.
Splice was already straightening his legs so Lisa could climb onto his lap. He passed her his half-empty beer bottle, and she took a little sip.
It was late; he’d only just got home from the clubhouse, nearing midnight, and he thought she was asleep after checking on her when he’d arrived home.
Curling an arm around her waist, he ran the other one over her exposed legs, warming them.
“It’s December, sweetheart. You’re gonna freeze.”
“I have you to keep me warm, don’t I?”
That was true.
“Was everything sorted out?”
“Yeah, baby.” He answered, running his lips against her temple; he savored Lisa’s soft scent.
He never thought he’d find someone to share everything with, someone he could talk to about anything, the good and the bad.
He wasn’t exaggerating when he said Lisa was the full package of a perfect woman.
She initiated sex as much as he did; if that didn’t say she was his ideal woman, nothing else would.
Speaking of which, she cupped his face, and before he could utter another word, her lips were on his, seeking his tongue; he gave willingly, grunting when her taste mingled with his.
“I missed you all night.” She confessed between passionate kisses.
If his woman wanted to fuck on the decking again, they were gonna freeze to death, but he was willing to risk it, because one kiss had switched his brain off, his dick taking over.
An emergency meeting at the clubhouse caused him to leave her earlier. Primo and his partner discovered that the security system at their properties was being hacked. Axel then rallied the brotherhood to patrol Laketon, preventing theft while Primo fixed the problem.
“Shall I show you how much I missed you, goddess?” he rasped against her lips and felt Lisa inhale before she pulled back from his mouth, nodding.
Lisa sensed what he had in mind as he slowly moved his hand up her leg, circling her knee, then moving to her inner thigh; she sighed softly, laid her head on his shoulder, and parted her knees so he could reach the secret prize.
His dick nearly burst when his fingertips discovered how bare her pussy was.
She shivered. “Your hand is cold.”
“It’s about to get very hot,” he promised with carnal intent.
Splice was a biker of his word, and it took no time at all, plying her with the friction she loved, to have Lisa crying her pleasure into his mouth.
“Love you, goddess,” he confessed, nibbling kisses on her still trembling lips.
“Oh, God, Ryan,” she breathed, locking her fingers into the back of his hair and keeping their mouths close, “I fall in love with you every single day.”
Damn. He was a lucky man.
As he trekked through the house, carrying Lisa up to their bed, where they’d go for a second round, she was giving his neck torturous kisses that nearly made him bump into walls like a drunk fool; he thought about all those years ago.
An ordinary encounter with Lisa transformed Splice’s life, giving him a purpose and direction for living.
There was a mutual bond between them, bordering on obsession for each other, and that was never changing.
Lisa joked that their quick fling wasn’t showing any signs of ending yet.
Shouldering open the bedroom door, he saw she’d left the room low-lit with only a lamp switched on in the corner.
He dropped Lisa onto the bed and swallowed his pounding, needy growl, seeing how she was seductively situated, resting up on her hands, legs slightly open, showing him what he craved.
Without waiting, Splice dropped to his knees before her, helping when Lisa tugged at his t-shirt to get it off. She ran her hands over his bare chest.
“Do you remember what you asked me the other day, about whether I owned any formal ties?”
She blinked, burning red, even after everything they’d played together. “I was joking, Ryan.”
Sweet little liar. She wanted to play kinky games.
“I guess you don’t want those new ties that are hanging in the closet then,” he teased, kissing up her inner thigh, and then his beautiful old lady grabbed onto his hair, causing a bite of delicious pain through his skull.
He knew where her head was at when he saw the turned-on glint in her eyes.
“Get them,” was all she said, and Splice knew they wouldn’t be sleeping soon.
Lisa’s wish. Splice’s command.