Now it’s Saint’s turn to look around at the brothers milling around. “It’s my pleasure. Because I think you saved me right back.”
EPILOGUE: SAINT
Iwake up and realize this morning is the first morning I’ve woken up without any pain.
Nothing aches.
Nothing hurts.
It’s only taken three and a half weeks, and I literally have four days left before we fly home.
Sunlight is diffused by the mosquito net hanging around the four-poster bed. The heat of the sun and time spent on a sun lounger has helped me physically and mentally heal. But it’s time to get back to reality. My money won’t last forever, and while Briar might think she’s going to support us financially, she’s wrong.
She’s worked while we’ve been down here. Getting up early in the morning for a few hours. Then, during afternoon siestas, when we’ve dodged the hottest part of the day, she’s done some more.
Plus, she’s begun to rebuild her relationship with her parents. It started with a message, then a teary video call where she explained what happened. We’re going to see them when we go visit Rae. It’s only a few extra hours’ drive.
The realtor was able to negotiate a way for us to buy the house next to Hap. Plans for the strip club are coming along nicely with events I can run and people I need to hire. The first is Rose. She’s going to take over all the social media graphics and rebranding of the club.
And I’m going to try and rebuild the MC relationships I ruined, because I want to give Rose something stable. I want her to feel the sense of brotherhood and support from before I broke everything. It’s taken a lot of conversations for her to understand that I was the one out of line. That I caused the problems.
I think we’re both looking forward to going back now. And I’m glad. Because after all this, if she told me she couldn’t see herself as an old lady, I would have handed in my cut. Because to be honest, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for her.
Which makes me think of King in the kitchen. That there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to join the club. No matter what he makes me do, it won’t be as bad as getting stuck as a prospect.
Rose’s asleep in my arms and feels so good there. Her ass is tight up against my dick; my hand cups her breast. Gently, I rub my thumb over the nipple. It’s a lazy start to lovemaking. Easing out of sleep, stirring into arousal, and knowing you can take all morning with it.
We’ve had a lot of sex since we got here. Sex that protected my ribs the first week. Sex that blew my mind. Sex that soothed my heart. Sex in those goddamn heels. One day, she’d told me thatodaxelagniais the term for getting aroused by biting. It’s a mild form of sadomasochism apparently.
Live and fucking learn.
She also did the math on our age gap and decided it rounded up to a decade and a half, which makes me sound like the dirty old man she teases I am. I spanked her ass fifteen times in celebration, and she came three times that night.
We also got a noise complaint from the bungalow next door.
I slide my palm over the softness of her stomach, and she stirs.
“Morning,” she mumbles.
Now that the nightmares have passed, I’ve realized Briar is like me. A night owl rather than an early bird. A loner who needed to find their person. She turns in my arms and, without opening her eyes, purses her lips for me to find them, which I do. I slip my hand between her thighs.
She’s already wet.
“I was dreaming about you,” she says as her eyes flicker open.
I slide a finger inside her, then a second as she raises her knee over my thigh. “What was dream me doing to get you this wet?”
She grins. “We were renovating the kitchen, taking out the kitchen counter, and you bent me over and took me from behind one last time before we ripped it out.”
My lips curve against hers. “Glad that dream me can deliver.”
“It was watching you wield a sledgehammer. Something about your arms at work I think.”
Watching her smile does something to my heart. She single-handedly brought it back to life.
Her robe sits across the bottom of the bed, and I reach for it to pull the belt out of its loops. “Remember how I once told you we’ll go somewhere hot where nobody knows us, and I’ll tie you to the bed? Hands over your head.”
I love the way her tits rise when she does that, but I park the urge to bite them while I tie her up. Her hips roll as I do.
