EPILOGUE
One year later
– XANE –
I reach back and place my hand on Z’s thigh to give her a gentle squeeze. The feel of my woman, my wife, my old lady, on the back of my bike is indescribable. It fills my heart with joy and gives more satisfaction than riding alone.
Fawkes lifts his chin and I do the same. He takes the turn and rides off in the direction of the bar where his old lady is waiting for him. Stellan and Fenrin join him while Roux, Jaw, Malic, and Lass follow me back to the clubhouse.
We just came back to town from a barbecue Spence and his chapter hosted. A little over a year ago I started my undercover mission, not knowing it would lead to reality. My own Broken Deeds MC chapter, doing legally what my family’s legacy was trying to do under the damn table for decades.
I know for damn sure my father would be proud if he could see me now.
Especially with Z on the back of my bike.
He might have pushed me to make the right choice for Zora’s sake when I was young and reckless, but it was me who made the decision.
Back then nothing else mattered than her future, even if it meant being selfless.
We’ll never know if it would have made any difference, and to be honest? It doesn’t change shit because the past is behind us, and we’re still together now. I park my bike in front of the clubhouse and pat her leg and hold my hand out to help her get off.
She looks at me from under her lashes and bites her lip. The whole damn day she’s giving me looks and whenever I ask if there’s something she wants to tell me she simply says, “Later.”
I did notice Lynn pulling her aside to chat. She gave her a small package along with a hug right before we left. No clue what it was about, but I guess she’ll tell me when the time is right. Z has no issues with speaking her mind whenever there’s something on her mind.
Z takes my hand and pumps her shoulder against my arm. “I have a surprise for you.”
She takes the small package from the saddlebag and I follow her into the clubhouse. Roux opens his laptop before his ass hits the couch, probably to dive into his game. The others take a seat at the bar while we ignore them as we head for our room.
My cock twitches behind the zipper when I watch her ass stroll into the room, and I close the door behind me. Having her on the back of my bike with her sweet pussy and tits pressed against me releases the need to bury myself deep inside her.
“I hope you’re happy,” Z whispers and hands me the small package.
Weird statement, and I instantly reply, “Each day with you makes me fuckin’ happy, sawbones.”
The tear sliding down her cheek would be damn alarming if it wasn’t for the stunning smile she’s sporting.
Instead of asking what the hell is wrong, I quickly tear into the wrapping paper and open the package to see what’s inside.
I take the little leather cut in my hands and turn it to read the patches on the back.
“Fuck,” I croak.
My vision turns a bit blurry when I read the words of the patches out loud. “Princess of Broken Deeds MC, New Jersey chapter.”
I’ve watched Spence and Penny’s daughter, who is now a year old, run around the backyard of their clubhouse. She was wearing a similar leather cut with the patches “Property of Grandma.” Fucking hilarious, but this? Motherfucker.
Glancing at Z, I honestly tell her, “Happy? I’m fucking ecstatic.”
Throwing the tiny cut on the chair beside me, I take her in my arms and kiss her hard. When I pull back, I drop to my knees and place both hands on her belly and tip my head back.
“A girl? We’re pregnant and we’re getting a little girl?” I ask to make sure this is what the little cut means.
We’ve been trying for months and to be honest? I had no clue it would be hard to knock up my woman. Z kept telling me it’s normal not to conceive instantly. She said we should at least give it a year before getting worried.
Fucking hell. It’s been a year and over the past few months I’ve seen her face fall every time she started her period. I stopped asking, not to get our hopes up. I had no damn clue she was late or that she took a test, had an ultrasound or whatever.
Z is definitely crying happy tears when she croaks, “I don’t know if it’s a girl yet, but yes...
we’re pregnant. The only one I told this morning before we left was Lynn.
I wanted to make sure if it was honestly okay for me to ride on the back of your bike.
Sure, I know from a medical perspective, but...
” She sighs. “Lynn has raised kids, rides herself, and has many grandkids. She clearly assumes we’ll have a princess, but again...
I have no clue yet...and if I would have taken the test tomorrow, I would have gotten on the bike anyway, but...
yeah. Boy, girl...who knows, but we are pregnant. ”
I get to my feet and glance over my shoulder at the cute leather cut before I focus on Z. “We’ll keep trying until we get a girl.”
A giggle flows from her. “Let’s just focus on this one first, okay?”
I take her face in my hands and whisper. “You make me happy. Everything about you and how you enrich my life. See what you did just now, gifting us the promise of a new step in our lives. Becoming a family. You. Are. My. Life. My love, my fucking everything.”
“I love you so much,” she states with so much emotion in her voice and eyes.
Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers for a gentle kiss which quickly becomes feverish. We start to tear at one another’s clothes wanting to be skin-to-skin. Pieces of fabric litter the floor and I scoop my woman into my arms to gently place her on the bed.
Her lush tits are right in front of my face and I lean in to take her nipple into my mouth.
Something she couldn’t stand a year ago.
Together we’ve overcome so fucking much, and yet it’s all her.
She’s the strong foundation in our relationship.
It might be the two of us in all of this, but where she goes, I follow. Always and blindly.
We groan in sync as I slowly slip inside her, my piercings heightening the pleasure for both of us. I place my forehead against hers and we stare into one another’s eyes as I slowly make love to her. Our bond has always been special, but right now feels even more intense.
Her nails rake over my back and the heel of her foot presses against my ass, urging me to go deeper. Our breathing intensifies, my heart slams against my ribs, and I welcome the surge of bliss running through my veins when her pussy starts to squeeze my cock like there’s no tomorrow.
Tomorrow might not be promised but today is fucking phenomenal as it is. Her orgasm triggers mine and I stay rooted to empty myself inside her. All the energy is drained from me, and I wrap my arms around her to roll to my side so I don’t crush her.
Damn. So many things to worry about now. Things she can’t eat, can’t do, has to think about, worry, holy fucking shit.
Z’s voice is filled with a hint of laughter when she says, “You’re freaking out.”
“I’m...” about to contradict her, but it’s no use. “For sure as shit I’m freaking out. Your ass is on lockdown until you give birth. When is the due date?”
“You have seven more months to freak out,” she calmly states.
Seven months to childproof this place.
I wince and realize, “We need to move. There’s no way to childproof the whole damn clubhouse.”
“Seven more months,” Z repeats. “Lots of time to go house hunting and I’m sure all the brothers will be willing to help out to paint and move. No worries. We’ll balance our time between the clubhouse and our house.”
I’m sure her calm state has everything to do with Lynn. Introducing them when Z needed her that first day and I brought her to the clubhouse was the start of a solid friendship. A rolodex of advice, hints, tips, and stability. The old ladies of Broken Deeds MC are a fierce sisterhood.
It would be fucking perfect if our first would be a girl. She’d be a part of a future all-female Broken Deeds MC chapter. Shit. Lynn fucks with everyone’s brain. Boy or girl, they’d have a worthy family who will support any future they might want.
Just like us. A life where happiness, love, and devotion comes with living your life while chasing dreams.
Yeah. I’m not just happy. I’m fucking ecstatic.