Epilogue 1
I’m moving in with the love of my life, and she chose me. She fucking chose me. Of course there were other options, there always would be, but she chose me.
“Van’s ready, brother.”
I nodded at Rocket, who disappeared with the last box of Claudia’s stuff. We were back at her old flat, removing the rest of her stuff, which thankfully her sister hadn’t trashed with her gone.
There wasn’t a huge amount. That’s the weird thing, because we’re both adults, but we own literally no furniture, so it’s just clothing, and various personal possessions.
She wanted to leave everything else for her sister for when she returned, and even insisted that she was going to pop in and keep the place in order until her sister was released from whatever unlucky place ended up with her.
The room we were moving into was literally like a small flat itself, furnished with a king size bed, dresser for clothing, sofa, chair, and mini kitchen, and a small bathroom.
It was perfect for one person, but I felt like they’d worked on making them nice enough for couples, since a few of us were marrying off in one way or another.
“I think that’s the last of it. I just want to vacuum this room for her, and-”
I tapped her shoulder, and Claudia turned to look at me.
“What? I want to leave it nice for her.”
I nodded. “And that’s fine, but why don’t we get moved in, then I’ll pop back here with you to help spruce it up? We could even make a prospect help us. Ha. Grimm’s prospecting in. I’d love to make him clean for us.”
She slapped my arm. “Be nice! Henley said he and his guys are only on a six month term, and they’re already not happy about it!”
I shrugged. “Life of a prospect, babe. We get to use and abuse them. Of course mostly it’ll be helping people move into their rooms and stuff.
So, shall we go? We have a whole bunch of new furniture we could christen.
” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she giggled, but the humour quickly faded as she cast her eyes around the flat she’d shared with her sister.
“I really thought this was going to work out here. That we’d be happy sharing this place together. I never could have imagined it’d go the way it did.”
Yeah, because nobody suspects their twin would turn psycho on them, although if you watch enough soap operas there’s apparently always an evil twin. Maybe those shows were built on a little truth after all.
Still, I wasn’t letting her stay to dwell on the bad feelings she’d been left with, even if they might reconcile later.
I wanted her happy and smiling as we moved into our new place together, and got started on our future, so I took a risk and grabbed hold of her, lifting her into my arms as she let out a surprised squeak.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at me, her hands folding around the back of my neck.
“What? I’m taking you with me. Mwahaha.”
She giggled. “Did you just do an evil laugh? I wish I could hear it.” Yeah, me too, but then she’d catch all the dumb shit I come out with. Only, I didn’t think I was doing that so much these days.
“Let’s go get settled in, baby. You’re mine now.” I hesitated, then did my evil laugh again, and she giggled. She could see me making the movements with my lips, and at the very least it’d lifted her mood. That’s all I wanted. Her happy.
I headed for the door, groaning when she made me hold her in place while she locked the door.
“Come on, Stag. You’re supposed to carry her into your new place, not out of the old one!”
“I can’t flip you off, Ghost, but trust me. I really want to.”
I approached the van, and Ghost edged past me, getting into the front.
“Fucker, we’re not sitting in the back!”
He smirked. “You’re not getting in at all, brother.
” He pointed behind me, and when I turned to look, I couldn’t fight the smile on my face.
My ride. She’s back. Last I heard, Harley was almost done, but somehow he’d delivered her here for us.
My helmet and Claudia’s sat on top of a box that hadn’t been loaded on the van, and as I turned to yell at them, I saw the van disappearing around the corner. Fuck’s sake.
I lowered Claudia to her feet and we headed for my ride, and she let out an excited whoop when she realised we’d be heading home on two wheels. Home. I really liked the sound of that.
I lifted the helmets, and that’s when I realised the box contained just a small leather jacket, and a pair of thick leather trousers. Why did it suddenly feel like I was swallowing a tennis ball? They did this for her, for us.
“What’s that?” I lifted them up to show Claudia and she tilted her head at me.
“For me?”
I nodded. “You need to be safe on my ride, baby. I’m not gonna take risks with you, ever, but you should always dress for safety.”
We let ourselves back into her flat, and she quickly dressed in her new clothes, which fit a little too well for my liking. I’d have some questions for the guys when we got back. I hoped to fuck that their old ladies were the ones behind this.
“All good?” She nodded, pulling her boots back on over the leathers. “How do I look?”
I trailed my eyes down her leather clad form to the boots, and back up, catching sight of the hands landing on her hips, and the sassy grin on her face. Jesus fuck. I wanted to strip her back out of them and fuck her for the rest of the day.
“Well?”
Down boy. I took a deep breath, hoping I didn’t look like I was ready to devour her.
“Fuckable. Completely and utterly fuckable.” Epic fail.
Her mouth dropped open, and her cheeks pinked, and fuck me, that’s just making me want to forget everything outside this room, and spend the day worshipping her body.
“Fuck, babe.”
She giggled. “Let’s wait and do it in our new place, Stag. What better way to celebrate?”
Ughhhhh she’s edging me. She practically scampered back outside, leaving the key in the door for me to lock up, and then she taunted me even further by bending over at the waist to pick up her helmet, her ass perfectly curved and rounded in the leather jeans.
I’m going to drown in my own drool. This is how I die.
“Are you coming?” She offered me a cheeky smile as she straightened up, and I groaned, tugging at my jeans before they completely choked my dick.
“It’s possible,” I finally said, forcing a deep breath as I approached her. Hell. She was going to be wrapped around me, dressed like that, and I had to concentrate on keeping us alive all the way to the clubhouse. I grabbed her chin as I reached her.
“Sure you don’t wanna fuck first?”
She practically fucking dimpled at me. “Waiting’s good for the soul, Stag.”
“Nope. Not mine. Mine is in need, babe. I have a needy soul.”
She bent again, giggling when my hands landed on her hips and I stepped up behind her, but she was only grabbing my helmet for me. Fuck. Focus.
I caught her hand as she lifted her own to put it on, waiting for her eyes to return to me.
“You’ll pay for that later, babe. I plan to torture you with pleasure.”
Her cheeks were red again as she nodded at me, looking serious as fuck.
“I agree that seems like the only suitable punishment, Stag.” Fucking minx.
We had to wait for the guys to stop unloading boxes for us, but once they were piled up in our new room, I kicked the door closed, turned the lock, and turned to fix her with what I imagined was a dark, hungry gaze.
“It’s fucking showtime, babe. You know how painful it is, being hard for so long? I’m about to show you.”
Struck dumb by my words, she merely blinked at me as I approached, stalking her like I was about to do nasty things to her. My confidence shrivelled a little at that wary gaze, and I mentally kicked myself up the ass. What the fuck, dude. Way to sound like a predator.
“Am I being creepy? I’m obviously not gonna hurt you or something.” I shrugged, knowing my cheeks were red with embarrassment. “Danno recommended a book, and I’ve been sneakily reading it on my phone. That’s how the main guy talks.”
She visibly shuddered and grabbed my cut with both hands, tugging me closer.
“I might need to read this book too. Now, we were talking about how I edged you, and made you hard, right?”
Minx. I’d used that term for her before, and I was spot on. She was pushing me now, wanting what I’d threatened. The bed wasn’t made yet, but the sofa was right behind her, and I’d wanted to try christening some furniture, so why not right now?
“You wanna feel it, you’ll bend over the back of that sofa right now.”
She gasped, her eyes widening as she glanced over her shoulder at it. Yeah, it presented one tiny problem in that she couldn’t hear me if I spoke to her, but I had a solution for that.
“Give me your phone,” I demanded as she turned back to face me. Grease had produced a replacement for her already, restored all her shit, and made sure she still had that app for picking up speech. It was way more accurate than any talk to text app I’d used.
She unlocked it with her thumbprint and handed it to me with a frown. I found the app and opened it up, turning the phone to show her. She giggled, and took it from me.
“Say something rude for me.”
Huh. It was weird to be speaking to her without her looking at me, but I figured she wanted to test it out.
“I’m about to bend you over that sofa and fuck you ’til your legs give out.”
She gasped and lifted her head, showing me the phone.
[voice1: I’m about to bend you over that sofa and fuck you ’til your legs give out.]
“He removed the censorship! It wouldn’t show naughty words before.”
Okay, enough time wasting. I needed to be inside her right the hell now.
Claudia
He was all dark intent as he guided me to the sofa, and kissed me hard, the sofa pressing into the small of my back. He used a fistful of my hair to gently guide my head up, licking my skin as he teased his way down to my collarbone, his teeth grazing me through the strap of my top.
He lifted his head to look at me again.
“Gotta have you right now, babe, bend over the sofa, and keep your eyes on that phone. Got it?”