I see the same emotions crossing her face that I feel inside.
“I love you, Camilla,” I tell her making sure to look her in the eyes. Tears shine in her eyes back at me.
“I love you too, Tyson.”
Best fucking words I could ever hear.
I kiss her hard as I pick up the pace and her hips meet my thrusts.
Sweat starts coating our bodies as we get lost in each other.
When we both finally find our release, we fall together shouting each other’s name.
My arms are shaking as I try hard not to let my weight fall on her, and both of us calm down.
“I meant it, you know?” I say when I look down at her, not bothering to pull out just yet.
She nods her head smiling at me with the sweetest fucking smile.
“I did too,” she says sweetly.
“Good, because I’m never going to let you go,” I tell her as I kiss her again and start sliding myself in and out of her as my cock starts to harden again.
“I’m never going to let you go either,” she says as I grab her hands and link our fingers together and I thrust into her harder.
Bliss. Pure fucking bliss.
Epilogue
Camilla
Three months later.
Everyone is at the Clubhouse and the party is in full swing. There are members from other charters here, so all the Old Ladies are wearing their jackets.
I proudly wear mine as I talk to Ella and Sophie.
Tyson gave it to me after we had made love the second time.
Nothing could have made me happier in that moment than accepting such an amazing gift.
I got my tattoo of the Phoenix done, and Tyson’s Old Lady tattoo on my other shoulder. I am now proud to show it off. I now wear sleeveless shirts with pride which I never had imagined I would ever be able to do again.
I want everyone to see who I belong to.
The kids are running around as the family time is until eight o’clock. After eight, the brothers start to get wild.
Krista walks in with each of her men carrying a baby carrier.
That was another thing that happened. After Tyson gave me my cut, the phone rang and Krista was in labour.
We waited at home until we heard that she had the babies. We didn’t want to overcrowd the waiting room.
She had two little girls who already have their daddies wrapped around their fingers.
They named them Audrey Stacey Carter, and Emily Veronica Andrews. They decided to name a baby after each of the men because they didn’t care who the father was.
Honestly, at this point, they both looked like Krista. Their features may reveal who their biological dad is later in life but, by then, it definitely won’t matter.
She smiles when she sees me, holding her purse tightly.
“I got what you wanted,” she says mysteriously.
Ella and Sophie look between us confused.
“Where’s the goods?” I ask her with amusement lacing my tone.
“It’s in the bag. Take it with you, so no one will see,” she says, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at her.
“Geeze you guys sound like you are smuggling drugs,” Olivia says walking up to us chuckling.
I laugh. “How do you know that we aren’t?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at her.
She looks at me with raised eyes. “Yeah, that would be really stupid considering where we are right now,” she says gesturing to everyone behind her.
I laugh and take Krista’s bag. All the women follow me to the washroom. I didn’t know this was a group thing but, what the heck. Go with the flow, right?
I walk in with everyone following me. We get to the washroom to find Demi, who I now know is Stone’s granddaughter. He’s one of the oldest members of the clubhouse and I never did find out what happened but, given her state and her hugging the toilet, I feel that I am about to find out.
She smiles weakly when she sees us walk in.
“Honey, are you okay?” Krista says going to nurse mode.
Demi shakes her head with her lips trembling. “No, and I don’t think I will be okay.”
“Oh honey, what’s wrong? You can talk to us,” Ella says rubbing Demi’s back.
She looks at all of us before letting out a sigh of defeat.
“You guys don’t happen to have a pregnancy test on you?” she says, and Krista looks at her in shock.
“Well actually, we do,” she says grabbing her purse. “I happen to have a few,” she says pulling out a bunch of boxes. Wow, no wonder she was carrying a big purse.
Ella, Sophie, and Olivia look between me, Krista, and Demi, while understanding dawns on them.
“Are you?” Ella says pointing to my stomach looking excited.
I shrug. “I’m not sure, which is what Krista and I were talking about.”
“Well, get up ladies and get to it,” Ella says clapping her hands together.
“Can you guys at least turn around?” Demi asks dryly when they are all standing in a line staring at us.
They all turn around, and Demi and I take turns peeing on a stick. Once I have finished, I stick mine far away from hers so that they don’t get mixed up, and we wait the agonizing three minutes.
“Wow, it’s so quiet that you could almost hear a cricket,” Sophie says awkwardly.
“Shhh…” Ella says, not taking her eyes off of my test.
Olivia laughs at Ella. “You are just as bad as your dad,” she states.
Ella looks shocked at the statement and the rest of us nod ours heads.
She puts her hands on her hips.
“Well, I can’t help it. I gave him enough grandkids; it’s Camilla’s turn,” she says. Olivia’s eyes widen at
