Alfie barks out a laugh. “No shit? You really told her that?”
Colt shoots him a grin. “Sure did.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Weston grumbles and he takes out his phone, jabs his finger against the screen and holds it to his ear. “Rowen. Weston here. No. We have no damn clue. Security tape shows she got into May’s car and drove off. Sure. Yeah. Want our help looking? Fine.” He jams his phone back in his pocket as he mutters, “Fucking asshole.”
“Everything okay?” Roper questions.
“Alfie, email the part where she gets into the car and drives off to Rowen,” Weston orders before he directs his attention to Roper. “Yeah. All is good. Rowen said his sister’s a brat who always runs when shit get hard. She’ll turn up sooner or later.” Weston lets his gaze slide over all his brothers before it settles on Colt. “And if she does turn up here, we’re going to tie her up and send her home. Understood?”
“Tie her up and bring her home. You got it Prez,” Colt says, sounding surprisingly sincere.
I wrap my arms around Mayven who sniffles against my chest.
Placing a finger underneath her chin I tip her head back and whisper, “She’s gonna be okay. You heard everyone, she’s used to running and she’s fucking strong.”
She gives me a weak smile. “Yes, she is.”
“We’ll be right here if she needs us and she knows where to find us, yeah?”
Mayven nods at my words. I glance back at my Prez. “I’m taking two more days off.”
“Two days, Ledger. But that’s fucking it. Time to get back to normal now that shit has been handled,” he grumbles as I swoop up my woman and head for my room, time for some more loving and sweet serenity before taking on the rest of the world.
EPILOGUE
Five years later
– MAYVEN –
I feel a grin slide over my face the second I watch my man casually stroll through the backyard as he heads straight for me. Sucking in the sweet evening breeze to fill my lungs and slowly let my breath flow out in contentment is making this serene picture complete.
Today marks exactly five years since I came here. Running from danger and unconsciously following a road to love. Hell, a path set toward a new future. Because Ledger is my future. We might not be married but he’s my partner in life in every way.
“Everything okay?” I question.
“Sleeping like a baby.” Ledger grins and slides down to his knees as he gently throws the baby monitor on the blanket I’m sitting on.
We have two daughters. Heather, who is four, and Rose, our youngest, is almost two. Our lives consist of hard work. Ledger still trains horses and helps out around the ranch right next to his MC tasks. Sometimes he also helps me out in the morning when I get things set for a day of making–and delivering–lunch packages for all my clients.
Even if Kay and I run a catering company together, we appreciate all the help we get. But in moments like this where the kids have gone to bed, the sun is ready to call it a day and let the moon take over while the stars twinkle above us…it really makes life hit pause so you can look up and realize life ain’t too bad.
Especially when your heart is full while being surrounded by family. Blood or no blood it’s all about support, friendship, and undeniable love. And the man staring down at me holds all the love our hearts need to keep beating as one.
He reaches for my hand and laces his fingers with mine, making our matching tattoos line up perfectly, completing each other in every way. It’s a tattoo we had done for our first anniversary.
It’s an arrow going from my thumb to his in a straight line when our hands are linked. Ledger has the fletching part while I have the arrowhead, which is basically a heart. It was his idea and I absolutely love it. The tattoo might be small but its meaning is massive.
I love these moments where we can enjoy the view of livestock grazing in the surrounding pastures, our kids sleeping safely in their beds and the carefree moments we get to enjoy as a couple. There’s not much needed to let a smile this big spread on my face.
Just one glance at Ledger, lying on the blanket beside me is enough. He’s freshly showered and is only wearing jeans hanging low on his hips. All of his muscled upper body is on display. I lick my bottom lip and shamelessly take in his tattooed awesomeness.
A low growl rumbles through the air before his hand shoots out and fists my hair to keep my head in place as he crashes his lips against mine. This man–no matter how long we’ve been together–the second our lips merge there’s a jolt of lust and warmth spreading through my veins.
His other hand starts to roam as he grips my leg and drags me over his body. I shamelessly start to grind my hips against his, loving the feel of his hard dick through the fabric of his jeans. I’m only wearing a summer dress and my silk panties are a minimum barrier for friction.
I break free from the kiss and have my palms pressing on his pecs. Knowing no one can see us–since Kay and Colt are away for two days and are the only ones who live right next to us seeing our house was built next to Colt’s cabin–and our kids are sleeping safely in their beds; I’m able to take what our bodies crave.
And right now, I want to have him in my mouth before I ride him. Yes, sometimes it’s good not to have a plan and just hit the throttle
