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Epilogue

Marx

“ M mmm, yes baby, just like that my love, holy fuck, that looks so damn good,” my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head as Lovely rides me reverse, giving me the perfect view of her little pink asshole winking at me while her pussy works my length.

Sucking my thumb I gently press it to her back passage, slowly massaging.

Her low groans are music to my greedy ears, so I explore her more.

We’ve come a long way in the few months since we cut a swathe through the cartels, effectively shutting down the bogus adoption agencies while we were at it.

The only loose end we have is Sniper’s brother.

It’s cruel that he’s still hanging around, but it’s Sniper’s call and I’m not taking that away from him.

Lovely swivels her hips, and my mind blanks, utterly and completely. The little minx knows what she does to me because she peeks over her shoulder, with a little smirk on her full pink lips. I flex my hips, driving into her deeper, revelling when her eyes roll back and she moans louder still.

“More Johnny, please,” she whines, not even riding me so much as leaning on all fours, making shallow little rocking thrusts on me.

“Baby, do you trust me?”

“With my life,” she whispers, head rolling forward to rest on the bed.

I tap her ass, sliding out of her to move directly behind her, my hands cradling her hips. My cock finds his way home into her wet sheath, pressing slowly, getting her used to being on her knees with me behind her.

“Is this OK? If it’s not let me know and I’ll stop immediately, OK sweetheart?”

Lovely doesn’t answer, just rocks back, slamming her thick ass against my thighs with a whine, “Please Johnny!”

I hold her still, even though I would love nothing more than to ram deep inside over and over. My woman’s needs come first, always. “Need the words baby, need to know you’ll be OK.”

She looks over her shoulder, holding my gaze with her own, “Yes, Johnny. I trust you and if I freak out I will let you know. Always.”

“Good girl,” I whisper, running my hands over her smooth pale skin, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them apart obscenely so I can see where we’re connected, my cock covered in her cream.

“Johnny?”

“Yes, Buttercup?”

“Fuck me.”

My restraint snaps and I thrust hard and deep, my balls slapping her clit in this position.

She bucks forward, but the moan she lets out tells me I’m on the right track.

I pull out and thrust back in, mercilessly pumping into her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, covering her back with my body so my hands can pinch those fat nipples I love to have in my mouth.

“More baby, more, give it all to me, I need it, I need you,” Lovely pants, and I’m not sure how much more I can give.

The base of my spine starts to tingle and I can feel my balls drawing up but that’s not good enough, not for my Lovely.

I pull out, flipping her onto her back, hooking her knees in my elbows and hoisting her pussy closer to my mouth.

I take one long look at her pulsing hole, wide open from my cock, looking empty and like it needs to be filled.

Leaning forward I slide my tongue into her tight little channel, spearing her over and over, fucking her with my tongue as she bucks and writhes, her hands clawing at the bedsheet, balling them up in her small fists.

Her thighs start to shake on either side of my face so I double down, sucking her sensitive little nub into my mouth and batting it gently with my tongue coated in her essence.

She explodes, her spend dripping down my beard, onto my chest but I’m not done. Lowering her slightly I shove my cock into her quivering pussy, my name ripped from her lips, screams bouncing off the walls.

“That’s it baby, one more, give me one more and I’ll fill you with my cum,” I pant, feeling my release building, higher, higher as I pump in and out of her.

“Johnny!” she clamps her legs around my waist, back arched, nipples pointed heavenward, her head thrown back, face serene in her ecstasy.

Her sheer beauty has me in awe as my release fills her, over and over, wave after wave of my cum fills her tight pussy and not for the first time since we’ve been together have I hoped that I’ve gotten her pregnant.

I collapse on top of her, mindful of how large I am compared to her.

As is her way she wraps her arms tight around me, running her fingers through my hair, petting me, stroking away all my worries and insecurities.

With Lovely at my side, I’m a man who can do and achieve anything.

The clubhouse rebuild is already finished.

Probably because once everything was said and done, no one wanted to move away from the farm.

It was a unanimous decision to move our compound here.

The farmhouse was renovated to be the new clubhouse with a self contained master suite for Pops and Mama Debs, and the houses that we’ve built for the brothers with Ol Ladies are ready for us to move into.

The land the farmhouse sits on is enough space for us to continue to build our community should the single brothers want a home of their own once they’re ready.

The Tombs farm suited our needs better, tucked away from the road means less drive bys, the kids have their clubhouse, and Pops’ Office, now the new Rev Room, has all the space and the facilities that can keep Chewy and Pops happy.

We’re not sure yet what the old compound will be used for, however its location on the main road into town makes it prime real estate for the business ideas that seem to be coming out of the woodwork, including the tattoo shop that Mad Dog and Lovely want to open.

“Have I told you how happy I am that I landed on your doorstep?” Lovely whispers, dropping a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

“Have I told you how happy I am that you gave me a chance?” I prop myself up, grinning at her before dropping a gentle kiss on her lips. “Thank you, Lovely. You own me. Mind, body and soul.”

I gently wipe the tears from her eyes with my thumbs, then press my forehead to hers.

“Johnny? Make love to me again?”

“As you wish, My Lovely, as you wish.”

Lovely

I turn away from the pop up bar so Pops can’t see my smile.

I’ve been biting my lip ever since Johnny presented me with my property cut and the Landrys, Gus and Jules with their DRMC cuts.

Moss got a small patch that he can wear wherever he likes as he has MC affiliations, but isn’t a patched member so to speak.

Everyone is walking around with soft leather over their shoulders, and Pops is looking more and more like thunder, the scowl permanently etched into his face.

The rest of the MC circulate around the gazebo we set up in the farmhouse yard so we could celebrate now the threats are all gone.

The big little kids are break dancing on a makeshift dance floor, the twins are chatting away to Sage and Chef, and the babies are all in what I think might possibly be a petting zoo set up, short fences set up in a large square

“May I have this dance?” Johnny’s deep voice washes over me and my hussy vagina clenches at the thought of being in his arms.

I’m always starved for his touch, even though we were together in the pantry not an hour ago.

“Of course my ol man can have this dance,” I beam up at him as he leads me in a two step, moving us around the dancefloor, bumping us into the other couples.

We all share knowing smiles and I feel the need to bottle up all this happiness, to keep it close forever.

When I ran from the Keep, rescued by my sister and older brothers, I never could have imagined finding a place that not only accepted me, but helped me grow and morph into a woman I know my daughter will be proud of.

“When are you going to put Pops out of his misery?” I ask quietly, trying to hide my smile in Johnny’s chest.

“Dunno. Do you think he’s stewed long enough?” Johnny raises a thick brow at me when I tip my head back to look at him.

“I think if you wait any longer, all hell is going to break loose. He’ll probably blow something up.”

Johnny snorts, presses a kiss to my head and gives me a wink, leaving me on the dance floor as he strides to the microphone on the makeshift stage. He lets out his famous whistle, the music cuts off and everyone falls silent.

“I have one more announcement, but I’ve been waiting for the right time.” He looks over the crowd, holding my gaze for a long moment. “When I think of family and leadership, there is no one here that encompasses that more than Pops. Pops? Can you come up there please?”

Pops’ brows are in his hairline for a quick moment, before they pull down in confusion. “What the fuck did I do now?” he grumbles, making his way to the stage.

“Ever since Chewy landed at my MC you have been there. Pushing, pulling, being a wayward pain in the ass, but always there. Standing shoulder to shoulder with us, or at our backs. Not only did we gain Chewy that night she broke into my compound, we gained three brothers, and a grandfather figure that would do anything for every single one of our dumb asses.” We all laugh, Johnny using Pops’ own words.

“When we needed you, you were there. When we needed advice, you were there. When we needed shelter, again, you were there. Sidney Tombs, there is no one I would want to have my back more than your scary old ass. Do you accept this Devil’s Rose MC cut, as a sign of brotherhood and family?

” Marx holds up the patch, the DRMC rocker on the back, and his name patch, “Pops,” fixed on the front.

“Of course I fucking will! What a dumb fucking question!” Pops says, looking disgusted.

It’s all a show and I’m not the only one who sees the tears in Pops’ eyes as he pulls Johnny in for a man hug, slapping my man so hard that I can hear him grunting from where I stand.

“ Now let’s get this party started!” Pops calls out, hands in the air, cut resting on his shoulders.

Johnny walks toward me grinning, scooping me up and twirling me around. “Fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, too,” Johnny throws his head back, laughing at my curse.

Holding me close we cuddle on the dancefloor until Mama Debs brings little Bee.

I place her on my hip and Johnny wraps his arms around us both, swaying us gently.

Overwhelming love, I feel it radiating out of me, glowing, covering Johnny and Bee and my whole entire family.

In Bee and Johnny’s arms I’m safe, loved, perfect.

But here, surrounded by my family, I’m home.