Epilogue
Delaney
“All right, who wants to read today’s fun fact?” I ask, loving how every single child’s hand is in the air.
I keep track of who I pick so I don’t pick anyone back-to-back, but mix it up so they can’t guess the order.
“Connor,” I call out.
He excitedly comes up to the front of the class, which makes me happy.
When the lawsuit was settled, Principal Marshall had lost his job. So did Mrs. Lynch. Two new people were hired who were happy to have me back on staff. I guess my reputation as a teacher shone through all the bullshit Blaine pulled.
I wasn’t ready to leave my kids yet, though. I felt like I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, so instead of teaching kindergarten again, I opted to go up to the first grade. I even managed to convince them to give me my same students back.
Connor was a surprise, though. I didn’t expect his parents to allow him in my classroom, especially with the law firm pushing so hard in Acid’s case.
I guess Mrs. Croff had the final say, though.
She didn’t like how upset Connor was to leave me.
She saw a difference in the new classroom.
He learned better with me before I was able to establish a relationship with him.
The new teacher would have also figured it out, but Mrs. Croff didn’t want to wait that long. So she told her husband she was putting him back with me. He is thriving now.
So much so that his parents have even donated to the school. They want to be sure that he has everything he needs and to keep me happy. It is such a turn of events. They were so quick to judge me without knowing me before, but now they want to keep me around.
It feels good to be wanted. Especially when it benefits the kids.
“Sloths can hold their breath longer than dolphins. A sloth can hold its breath underwater for up to forty minutes to hide from danger,” Connor reads out in his adorable little voice.
“No way. That’s so cool,” Patricia says, awe on her face.
“Is it true, Miss Harris?” Connor asks me.
“Well, why don’t we check?”
I pull down the projector screen and screen share my computer with it. For the next twenty minutes, we research sloths. I love the wonder in the children’s eyes as they learn about the creature.
“The sloth is my favorite animal,” Susie proclaims.
“Mine too.” Johnny looks over at her with stars in his eyes.
I missed this. I missed them.
A knock on the door has us all looking over. Tank is standing there, a smile on his face. The kids love when he comes to visit.
“Miss Harris, your boyfriend is here.”
The kids all “oooh” at Connor’s statement.
“That he is. The bell will ring in a minute, so gather your things and get ready.”
The end-of-the-day routine goes by quickly after that, with the kids peppering Tank with questions until the aide comes to get them.
When they are finally gone, I turn to Tank.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, walking over to hug him.
“Come for a ride with me.”
I smirk. “That sounds like a demand.”
“More of a request.”
I lick my lips. “Okay. Let me grab my things.”
It takes me a few minutes to get my desk cleaned up and ready for tomorrow. Then I shut off the light and head out of the room.
Lydia steps into the hall, smiling when she sees me.
“Hey, I was wondering if you and the girls wanted to hang out tomorrow night. I really need a wine-down Wednesday,” she says.
“What’s going on?” I ask, trying to hold off my smile as I can feel Tank anxious to get going next to me.
“My landlord is an ass. The pipe burst and ruined the ceiling in the living room. It’s starting to fall, and he still won’t fix it.
I am going to have to suck it up and fix it myself.
I could withhold rent, but he is cheap as hell, and I can’t afford much more than this. Say goodbye to my Rome trip savings.”
“I have someone who can come do it for you. I’ll give him your number,” Tank offers.
“I don’t need a handout,” she starts, but Tank cuts her off.
“Not a handout. It’s what his company does. He will work with you on the money thing but get it done for you quickly.”
“Oh. Well, I’m open to hearing him out,” she says.
“We should go,” I tell her. “Tank has somewhere to take me.”
She smiles. “Of course. See you tomorrow.”
As we leave the building, Tank takes my phone to forward Lydia’s number to Crow.
“He’s not going to let her pay, is he?” I ask.
“Nope, and that landlord isn’t going to do shit to her, or he will deal with us.”
I shake my head as I grab my helmet. I let him put it on me, adjusting it for me.
We’ve found a good balance. I command him in the bedroom and sometimes outside when the situation calls for it, while other times, I let him take the lead. Like whenever we are on his bike, he is in control. Or when it is related to the club or my safety, I let him take the lead.
It’s the perfect balance for our relationship.
“Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “It’s a surprise. A good one, though. I promise.”
I press my helmet to his forehead. “Of course it is. It always is good with you.”
He smiles. “It always will be. I love you, Laney.”
He presses a kiss to my helmet. I wish it wasn’t on. I want to feel his lips on me.
“I love you too, Warren.” I blow him a kiss. “Let’s go then. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.”
Tank
I will never get over the feeling of having Delaney on my bike behind me. I never considered my bike sacred like some men. I didn’t mind giving a casual hookup a ride from time to time.
Now I regret it. The only woman who should have been on my bike is Delaney. It’s her place. No one else is worthy.
I smile to myself when I think of how she is going to feel when we get to where we are going. We have been exploring each other more, and I know she has things she wants to tick off her list but is afraid to.
It’s my job as her man to make every single fantasy of hers come true. It’s why we are driving an hour outside of town to a little property in the middle of nowhere. All that exists here is a small little cabin.
As I shut off the bike, I can feel her curiosity from behind me. I help her off before dismounting myself. Once we both have our helmets off, I turn to her and pull her into my arms.
“What is this?” she asks.
“This is our weekend getaway. For the next two days, we check off items on your list. Starting with the big one you’ve wanted to do but are too scared to do.” I pull her back to my front.
“What if someone sees?”
“That’s why we are here. No one can get close without alerting Fox. Fox will then send out an emergency alert to me, which will give me time to get you inside and deal with the threat,” I admit.
“He’s going to be monitoring us all weekend?”
“Not us, the perimeter. So as long as we don’t go near that, no one will see us. He even managed to do some cloaking shit that I didn’t understand so no one could come into the airspace. It’s safe for us to explore as we want.”
She beams up at me. “You really thought of everything.”
I shrug. “Anything for my Laney.”
She steps out of my arms, looking around. She is still nervous, but also there is an excitement there.
“Strip.”
The one command has my body ready to go. I quickly strip off my shirt, dropping it to the ground. Then I slow down, undoing my belt as I watch her eyes greedily take me in.
“Is that a new tattoo?” she asks as I drop my pants.
“Sure is.”
She moves closer, tracing her hand around where the fresh ink is. It’s her favorite flower with her name written in script. It also happens to be right over my heart.
“Warren, this is…”
“I love you, Laney. You are my heart.”
She looks up at me. “I love you too.”
I step back and drop my boxers, smiling when she sucks in a breath.
Ever since the first time we have used the cock cage, I have let her put it on me whenever she wanted. Today, I made the choice myself.
“I’m yours to do with as you please. Where do you want me, Laney?”
Her eyes glitter. “On your knees.”
I fall to my knees, assuming the submissive position. I keep my head down as she circles me.
“You wore it all day?” she asks.
“Since you left this morning,” I admit.
“How did it feel?”
I groan when she runs her finger along my back. My cock tried to strain, but it can’t with the contraption on.
“Good. Naughty. Like I had a secret.”
“You worked on cars with this? With your brothers next to you?” she murmurs.
“I did. They didn’t have a clue.”
She fingers the key at her neck. The one she always wears now as a symbol of how thoroughly she owns me. After a moment, she undoes the key and holds it out to me.
“Unlock yourself. I think you have earned a reward.”
I do as she asks, my cock growing as soon as the device is off. I hand her the key back before setting the device on my clothes.
Delaney secures her necklace back before she starts to strip. She’s a little more hesitant, her eyes going to the woods around us, but when she is naked, she drops to her knees and starts to kiss me.
I don’t move an inch as I let her kiss me however she wants. When her hand trails down to my cock, I groan. She takes her time stroking me as she continues to kiss me.
“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like I’m your whore.”
Her words surprise me. She is stepping outside of the box for this one. Her command unlocks me, though. I grab her hair roughly, kissing her deeper. She moans against me, letting me take control.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her before moving.
I use my hold on her to move her until she is on all fours. She is dripping wet, showing me how much she truly wants this.
I spank her ass once before sliding inside of her without warning.
“Yes, Warren. Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she calls out.
The demands have me chasing my climax. I can’t come before her, though. I refuse to. Gripping her hair, I pull back on her.
“Laney, baby. Reach down and circle your clit. Come for me.”
She doesn’t do what I ask, making me growl.
I let go of her hair so I can reach down to her clit.
I circle it, using the technique I have seen her use to get herself off countless times.
I keep up the pressure, thrusting into her in a steady rhythm until I feel her clench against me.
She screams out, her orgasm hitting her hard.
It’s such a surprise that she came by my hand that I empty myself into her without warning.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Laney. God.”
It takes a moment for me to stop coming. When I do, I pull out of her and pull her up gently to kiss her.
“You came,” I whisper reverently.
“I did. I didn’t have to use any tricks or pretend. I came from you.”
I look down at her, eyes filled with love. “I want to do it again.”
She giggles. “Only when I tell you it’s okay. Now take me inside and feed me. I’m hungry.”
I laugh, picking her up from the ground to carry her inside.
We don’t leave the land the entire weekend, but by the end, I feel like I’ve seen the world.