Epilogue
SLATE
Five years later…
Ivy is glowing. It’s not even sunny today; it’s just her natural radiance she carries with her everywhere. I stare at her as she bends over one of the custom bikes we’re working on for a client, here at Black Iron Bikes , the shop we founded together four years ago.
She’s balancing our youngest boy, Thomas, on her hip, while he tugs at her sleeve, begging for her attention. She’s laughing, he’s laughing. Whenever I hear those sweet sounds, my chest always feels like it’s about to burst from my heart, stretching bigger and bigger just to hold the love I have for her, for them.
Five years. Five years since I almost lost her, since my past nearly tore us apart. Five years since she walked into hell for me and I put my life on the line for her.
And now she’s mine.
Since then, it’s been nothing but perfection. Frank protested about us dating initially, but he gave in quickly once he and I got to know each other. “You’re good for my daughter,” I still remember him saying to me. “She’s happy when she’s with you. You just make sure you take care of her.”
I swore to him I would and spent the next two months helping him get his shop back together, putting in man-hours free of charge to make up for the damage I’d inadvertently cost him.
Since things were sorted out with Frank, Saxon had no problem with me coming back to the Heartless Bastards. His wife, Tammy, and Ivy get along like best friends now, and we go over to their place at least once a week for dinner and to let the kids play. They’re one ahead of us with three.
Our garage has become a huge success as well. Initially we started it just hoping we’d have something small we could call our own, but pretty soon we were getting more business than we could handle, and we had to hire some of the Bastards so we could keep up with all the orders. It’s actually a great system; we get orders to build custom bikes, and when they need work done, we send them to Frank’s. He and I like to joke that we’re building a family empire.
And then there’s our home life…
I had a rule around the house for the first month of our relationship, and that was that Ivy could only wear panties around the house. That’s it. Nothing more.
What can I say? I’m obsessed with my wife.
Once winter came, it became impractical, so I allowed her to wear yoga pants or pajama bottoms–something I could take off easily.
I loved watching her body change when she was pregnant with Nate, a year older than Thomas, and once he was born, I was happy to knock her up again almost immediately.
I just cannot keep my hands off her.
She’s the perfect woman. Gorgeous, sexy, fierce, capable, and a wonderful mother. I’m a happily involved father, but I know that when I’m busy with work, my kids are in the best hands they could be.
“Daddy!” Nate cries out, rushing over to me when he sees me standing at the garage door. He raises his arms and leaps up at me, knowing I’ll catch him, like I always do.
I scoop him up and nuzzle my nose against his little chubby cheek, causing him to squeal with delight. “How you doing, son? Being a good boy for your momma?”
He nods happily. “I’m helping!”
“Helping?” I chuckle, glancing over at Ivy, who’s already smiling. “How are you doing that?”
Ivy lifts a small tin of nuts and screws. “He’s been collecting runaways for me. Making sure Momma doesn’t drop something and forget about it.”
“Oh, that’s good.” I nod, impressed, giving my boy the thumbs up. He giggles, warming my heart. “Because I thought he might have been getting up to mischief”!
I tickle him in the side, right in the spot that I know always gets him, causing him to break out in laughter. His little brother, saddled on Ivy’s hip, bubbles something unintelligible but reaches for me with drool-covered fingers.
I take him into my arms and give him a kiss on the forehead. He lets his head fall onto my shoulder, clearly ready for his afternoon nap.
“You ready to get outta here?” I ask her quietly. She wipes her hands on a rag, giving me a questioning look.
“Already? It’s not even dinner time.”
“We started early today,” I reply, bouncing my sons in my arms. “The boys could use a nap, and I could use a little…” I drag my eyes up my wife’s sexy body, making no mystery of what my intent is.
She smiles happily, setting her wrench aside, and walks over to me, taking Thomas from my arms. “I see what you’re saying,” she replies, giving me a knowing look with eyes that drill straight into my soul.
I close up the shop while Ivy gets the boys into the car, and we hold hands for the short drive home. The house is much better now that I’ve spent the last several years working on it. You’d hardly recognize it from the barren shack it used to be. We even managed to put an addition on after the bike-building business took off.
Thomas is totally passed out when we step through the front door, and I head right upstairs to the nursery and put him down. Ivy takes Nate to his room so he can read, which I know means he’ll also be asleep within ten minutes, maybe less.
I’m already in our bedroom when she enters, looking like the goddess of motorcycles. She’s wearing her work overalls, a tattered flannel, and has grease streaks all over her face–not to mention her hair is a mess, tied up in a bun that’s about to fall apart–but she couldn’t be any sexier to me.
“We shouldn’t have closed up,” she says as she unhooks one of her overall straps. “Matt’s gonna want his bike by next week and–”
“Come here,” I interrupt her, patting the bed beside me. “Don’t think about all that right now. Just come here.”
Ivy twists her lips adorably, unhooks her second strap, and lets her overalls drop to the floor, revealing her slim, flawless, milky-white legs. My mouth is already watering as a surge of blood pumps to my cock.
She really is perfect.
Her flannel hangs just above her panty line. She chose light blue today, laced, a simple thin little triangle concealing her slit. Normally, we ravish each other senseless every morning, but today our routine was thrown off when I was called into the shop early to deal with a hydraulic issue with one of the lifts.
To say I’m horny for my wife now would be an understatement.
“ Come here ,” I growl, tugging down my fly. Ivy smiles sassily at me and pops the top button on her shirt.
“Why?” she teases. “You want something?”
My eyes narrow, and my lips part. “You know what I want, baby.”
“Yeah? What is that, Daddy?”
I can’t hold back any longer. I reach out, snatch her by the wrist, and pull her onto the bed, spinning so she lands beneath me. She gasps, looking up at me with fire in her eyes.
“You,” I tell her, reaching a hand between her thighs. “And this. ”
Her mouth opens, and her back arches as I apply pressure, feeling the wet spot already soaking through her panties. She’s just as turned on as I am, but that’s no surprise. Ivy and I go at each other like a couple of college kids in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
I envelop her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply, passionately, with all the love I have in the world for her. And she kisses me back with equal fire, pressing her warm body against mine, showing me just how badly she wants it.
It’s nearly been twenty-four-hours since we fucked.
That’s way too long.
I tear my pants off and let my rock-hard cock press against her pussy, the tiny barrier of lace the only thing stopping me from penetrating her. I grind against her, using my shaft to stimulate her clit, drawing a long, satisfied mewl from her plump lips.
Pressing my tongue into her mouth, I snatch her shirt open so I can get both hands on her breasts. I’m a hungry man, desperate to eat. Ivy gasps as I move my kisses down her neck and take her nipple between my lips. Her fingers clutch my hair as a shiver runs through her.
Christ, she’s so fucking adorable.
I sit up for a moment, taking in the full spectacle of her beauty. My eyes move to the wedding ring branding her finger, showing the world she belongs to me. I lift her hand to my lips and kiss it. “You belong to me, don’t you?”
Her nod is filled with enthusiasm and passion. She loves it when I ask her rhetorical questions like that.
“You want me inside you?” I tease, tugging her panties aside and pressing the crown of my cock gently into her dripping valley. I feel her hole open, ready to accept me.
“Yes,” she moans, her hips gyrating on their own.
I thrust hard and give it to her deep, her warm, willing cunt taking all I have to give. Her stomach goes tight, and she groans, throwing her arms around my shoulders as I bottom out inside her.
“That’s it,” I coax her. “Take Daddy’s hard dick.”
“Christ, it’s so good,” she moans back, bucking back against me as I piston inside her. Her pussy is dripping wet and takes me easily. Over the years, she’s been fucked to my perfect fit. She rises up, welcoming my thrusts, taking them like the good woman she is.
I scour her body with my rough hands, gripping her breasts, her hips, rolling her onto her side so I can get a nice full handful of her ass. After giving birth to Nate, she started going to the gym and doing squats, and goddamn if she didn’t pack on some sexy inches back there.
“I live for you, my wife,” I whisper, rutting deeply and powerfully in her tender hole. “No one loves anyone like I love you.”
“Or like I love you ,” she replies, her voice breathy like she’s on the verge of climax.
I snatch a handful of her hair and pull her lips to mine as my cock pulses, threatening to explode. I fuck her hard and heavy until my heart is pounding and we’re both sweating. A greasy, sweaty mess, just like we both love it.
“We’re meant for each other,” I tell her, smearing a black streak on her cheek with my thumb. “A perfect match.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers, her walls clamping down tighter. “I’m yours. Take me. I love it.”
“Yeah, you do,” I groan, my balls going tight. I feel her juices on my thighs, the bed beneath, and I’m absolutely going to come inside her. We’re going to need a towel to soak up all the mess that’s left over. “Christ, it’s so sweet. I’m gonna go off, baby.”
“Do it, Daddy,” she squeals, bucking hard against me. “I’ll come with you.”
My body stiffens as I’m wracked with ecstasy, and Ivy melts into me as I wrap her in my arms and collapse on top of her, the perky flesh of her plump breasts pressing warmth against my chest.
“God–damn,” I stammer, my jaw clenched tight as I drain my balls into her perfect cunt, spearing my spend deep, so deep I can feel her cervix against my crown. We come in perfect unison and rhythm, her contractions matching the throbbing of my cock as we both go off.
It’s glorious.
“I love you, Ivy,” I breathe as I sink down, slowly regaining a sense of gravity in my skull.
Ivy’s fingernails drag lazily across my back, tracing the lines of my muscles. “I love you too, Slate.”
A final quake spurs through my body, and I grunt as my full release concludes.
Perfection. That’s my life now.
The life Ivy and I built together, after all the chaos and danger, the lie that almost destroyed everything. After all that, we made it.
Who would have thought that a guy like me, who never had a real home or family, would have a life like this?
And it’s all because of her.
The love of my life.
Ivy.
I see her eyes closing. She’s already on the verge of passing out, but I take her wrist softly and kiss it, causing her to smile and look at me. She leans up and presses her lips against mine.
She knows when I need it.
When I need to feel her love for me. And she gives that to me.
I watch her as she lies back and closes her eyes again, her breasts rising with every deep breath.
This is it.
This is what I fought for. What I would lay my life on the line to keep.
Ivy.
My woman. My wife.
My family.
We built this together, and nothing will ever take that away.
THE END
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Craving the Bad Boy
Heartless Bastards Book 1
He’s big, dangerous, and completely obsessed with me.
Saxon isn’t the kind of guy you bring home to the folks–not that I have any. As the leader of the biker gang, “The Heartless Bastards,” he has fists like cannonballs, a dark past, a body covered in scars, and lips that whisper secrets I shouldn’t want to hear. When he sets his sights on something, he takes it. And now, he’s got his sights on me.
I should run. But he’d just catch me on his bike.
And when he growls my name, pins me down with his rough hands, and swears on his life that I belong to him…I know I’m already his.
Saxon doesn’t just want me. He needs me. And if I let him in, there's no turning back. He’ll tear the whole world down just to keep me. And Lord help me…I might just let him.