Epilogue
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Eighteen months later…
“Have you tried cutting the afternoon nap short? It may be that he’s getting too much sleep.” Trish has one baby on her hip while she feeds Rose, her eldest, a piece of toast in her highchair.
Kendra paces the kitchen with Ruben pressed to her shoulder. She’s got dark circles under her eyes and her hand moves mechanically, rubbing Ruben’s back as she tries to soothe his cries.
Bailey is in the corner with Bettie, Danni’s little girl, and I keep one eye on them as I slice the tomatoes for the salad.
“I don’t like to wake him,” says Kendra. “I’m usually napping too.”
There are murmurs of recognition from the women in the room. Ruben’s been a terrible sleeper ever since he was born, and toddlerhood hasn’t changed anything.
I rub my belly with a smile.
It will be a few months yet before we welcome our little girl into the world, and I can’t wait for her to join the extended family.
“Should I do two apple pies or just the one?” Maggie asks. “Two,” I say at the same time as Danni and Trish and we all laugh.
It’s the monthly club dinner tonight, and the restaurant has closed so we have free rein of the kitchen. There’s roast meat in the smoker out back, and the women are in the kitchen doing the salads and side dishes.
“Why don’t you go have a lie down now?” Danni takes the fussy toddler off Kendra, and she gives her a grateful look.
“Thank you. I might do that.”
Kendra heads out of the kitchen, and we resume our work preparing the meal. It’s one big family here, and we look out for each other.
Bailey calls every woman in this room aunt, and I’m aunty to every child here too. We help each other when needed and have each other’s back. I know when my time comes in a few months that my MC sisters will be looking out for me too.
I took a waitressing job in the Wild Taste Restaurant and Bar, which has helped me stay focused on my recovery. A few months ago, I started studying part time for a degree in psychology. I want to help others like me to beat addiction.
Trish has just opened a refuge center for women, and I help out there a few times a week. We see women coming through who have addiction issues or are fleeing situations with them. I want to do more to help, and once I have my degree and certifications, I’ll work with Trish full-time.
I’ve never once slipped up, and as the months pass, it becomes easier and easier. I look back on those dark times as if they happened to another person. It doesn’t feel like that was me.
Every day I’m grateful that Grant gave me a chance. With his support and the MC, I’m a different person, one who’s able to cope with life’s ups and downs.
The door bursts open, and my heart flutters when I see it’s Grant. He’s got a mischievous smile on his face, and his glance goes first to Bailey and then to me.
“April.” He raises his eyebrows. “I need your help for a minute.”
I glance at Maggie and she raises her eyebrows. “Go,” she says. “I’ll finish the salad.”
I wipe my hands, wondering what it is that I’m needed for. Although when I see the mischievous glint in Grant’s eye, I’ve got a pretty good idea.
“Will you keep an eye on Bailey for us?” Grant asks Danni.
“Of course.”
She raises her eyebrows at me. “Have fun,” she mouths.
The girls giggle as the door closes behind us.
Grant slides his arm around my waist and rests it on my belly. Since we found out I was pregnant, he doesn’t like to let me out of his sight for long.
“What do you need help with?”
He takes my hand and slides it between his legs to the hard bulge in his jeans.
“With this.”
He nips at my ear, and heat courses through my veins. My pussy gushes, and my core pulls up tight. Since I entered the second trimester, I’ve been horny as hell, and one touch from my husband has me all wet.
He pushes me against the wall and captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. My hips grind against his, and he grabs my ass and pulls me toward him.
A door slamming has us jumping apart. Prez strides toward us down the corridor that leads out to the back entrance.
I giggle at being caught, but the laughter dies in my throat when I see his face.
Prez’s brows are knit together, and a scowl creases his weathered features.
There’s someone trailing behind him, and it’s not till he gets closer that I see he’s holding the hand of a woman.
Or more like dragging her down the hall.
She has to jog to keep up with his long strides, but he’s not slowing down.
Prez looks up at Grant, and his scowl increases.
“You didn’t see her.”
I frown at his words, but Grant’s eyes go wide when he sees the woman.
She’s young, probably younger than me, but it’s hard to tell with her face full of makeup. She’s got thick, dark hair that shimmers in the light of the corridor.
“I’ll explain later,” Prez barks at Grant’s questioning look.
He leads the woman through to the meeting room and shuts the door firmly behind them.
Grant stares after them, his eyebrows still raised in shock.
“What has he gotten himself into?” he mutters. “This will bring nothing but trouble to the club.”
“Who was that?” I ask.
Grant’s still staring at the closed door with his brow furrowed.
“That was Isabella Berone. Carlo Berone’s daughter.”
The name makes me shiver. I’ve heard Carlo mentioned around the club. He’s the head of a criminal family that operates on the mountains.
“I didn’t know the club was involved in their business.”
From what I’ve learned, the Wild Riders MC is legit. They don’t do anything illegal.
“We aren’t,” says Grant. “I hope Prez isn’t about to do anything stupid.” He shakes his head slowly. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
He turns his attention back to me and slides his arm around my waist. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe I was about to help you with a little problem.”
My hand snakes to his bulge, and I give him a squeeze through his jeans.
“Hey, it’s a big problem, sweetheart.”
I giggle, and Grant snatches up my hand. We take the stairs two at a time, heading for the rooms upstairs. The first room is empty, and Grant locks the door behind us.
His hands are all over me before I get a chance to turn around. I arch my back into him, and he runs his hands down my throat and over my breasts. One hand stays on my breast, and he slides the other between my legs.
“I want you, April, so bad.”
I grind my ass into him to let him know I feel the same.
His hands on me set my skin on fire, and I don’t turn around but keep my back to him as he maneuvers me toward the middle of the room. There’s a chair at the end of the bed, and when we reach it I grab hold of the back of it and press my hips backwards.
He groans as I grind against him, and my panties gush wet heat.
His lips move over my neck, and his deft fingers pull my skirt up. Then his hands are yanking my panties to the side, and his fingers run over my wet folds.
I moan as his touch penetrates me and bend right over to give him full access. The sound of his zipper undoing has another wave of heat racing through me, and then I feel his cock slither between my legs.
I raise onto my tiptoes as he finds my entrance and slams home. The jolt has me slamming into the chair and I brace myself, gripping hard as my husband takes what’s his.
I feel every ridge of his cock as he pounds my pussy, making me bounce around like a rag doll on the end of his cock.
His hand finds its way into my bra, and he pulls the bra down to grab one breast. With his hand on my tit and the other on my hip, he bucks into me, ploughing me hard and rough and making the heat pool in my belly as he hits my g-spot.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan as the pressure builds.
“Good girl. Come for me, April,” he grunts between gritted teeth. It’s raw and fast, and the pure need he has for me tips me over the edge.
I cry out as waves of pleasure engulf me. My pussy convulses, sucking his cock into me as I come. Then he stiffens and releases and hot cum floods my pussy.
He pulls me to him, holding me in place by the hips so my pussy milks every last drop from him.
We’re both breathing hard when Grant gently puts my panties back in place and smooths my skirt down.
Only then do I turn around and kiss my husband. He takes me in his arms, and I’m surrounded by warmth and good feelings.
My husband is still the best high I’ve ever had.