Epilogue
Iron
“Where you rushin’ off to?” Mason asked me with a smirk as I tried to escape out the back of the clubhouse without being noticed.
“Petra and I have a thing,” I answered.
He looked me up and down, taking in the new shirt and jeans. I mean, it was the same shit I normally wore, it was just brand fuckin’ new. I even cleaned my boots.
Not that Petra would care. Notice? Yeah. Try to figure out why I’d gone the extra step? Yeah. But she wouldn’t get why I did it. I kept hoping that one day it would hit her. I guess I should have been happy that a woman as classy and put together as her didn’t give a fuck about changing me.
“Thing?” he said with a raised brow. Then he held up his hand and shook his head as if telling me he didn’t want to know. “At least you didn’t cut the beard this time.”
I laughed along with him.
“Yeah, learned my lesson the first time. Petra loves draggin’ me around by it too much,” I told him with no shame. “This isn’t a sex thing, at least I don’t think it is.” I paused for a moment and my brows pinched together as I thought about it. “It’s a drinks and dinner thing.”
“Huh?”
“She’s having people over to her place. Sit around and eat and talk. That kind of shit. Like normal couples would do, I guess.”
I wouldn’t have said I was all crazy about it, but she seemed like she was trying for… something, so I would be there with a smile and a good attitude.
“Good luck with that,” he said with a shake of his head and a pat on my back.
I was going to need, it for sure.
I left him shaking his head at me. I couldn’t blame him, I was damn near doing the same thing as I rode over to her place.
I knew what I was going to walk into before I even stepped off of the elevator. That was why I’d gotten here early.
Her eyes pinned me with a hard stare as soon as I stepped foot into the living room.
I walked over and flopped down on her fancy-ass couch and waited. Sure enough, the pacing started up again. I knew it was bad if she was pacing.
Reaching out, I snagged her wrist as she walked by. And with a soft yank, I had her sitting in my lap.
Her head went to my shoulder as I ran my hand over her hair.
“I should have thought this through,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“I know, babe,” I said as I brushed my lips over her bare neck.
A few light kisses and she relaxed into me.
“I’m not good at making conversation,” she said with a shuddered breath. “I don’t even like to talk about unnecessary things.”
My hands slid up her thigh. A smile spread on my lips when she opened her legs for me.
“I’m not sure I understand the reason behind this,” I whispered against her skin as I continued to place light kisses along her neck. “But I know it must be important to you and I’m here. I will always be here, even when you don’t know you need me.”
Her breath hitched as I pushed her thong out of the way and slid a finger into her wet pussy.
Her hips rocked against me and it didn’t take long until she was panting out her orgasm.
After I made sure her panties were perfectly back in place, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked her sweet cream from them.
Then, before she could breathe another word, I kissed her hard.
