Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“You about ready for bed, Ellie?”
She turns to smile at me, leaning against me.
“God, how I wish you were asking me that question to give me sex,” she mutters, making me laugh.
“Soon, Ice.”
“Easy for you to say,” she huffs.
“Don’t you believe it, Ellie. I’m aching for you.”
“We could cheat and do it early. I won’t tell my doctor if you don’t,” she suggests, but I shake my head no.
“Absolutely not. No sex until your doctor gives you the all clear.”
“You better be resting up, Liam. Once I get healed up I’m going to wear you out.”
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
“No, I’m warning you. I’m going to use your cock so much that it will be a miracle I don’t break it.”
“I always knew you were the perfect woman,” I grin, leaning down to kiss her. Our kiss is long, slow, and full of frustration. We both definitely want more.
“A kiss like that should be followed by sex, Liam,” she mumbles when we break apart.
“Would you settle for me carrying you to bed, snuggling in our pajamas and watching those horrible Christmas movies you like?”
“In a little bit? For now, I just want to stay here with our family,” she replies and I smile at her. I look over at my brothers and their wives. It’s a family dinner tonight and we’ve all moved out around the bar, soft music playing over the speaker.
They’ve all been so good to Ellie since she came back. I know she was scared, but things have just clicked into place. Diesel and Rory have been her biggest supporters, making sure she has everything she needs to be comfortable. I would have left all of them to keep Ellie in my life. When she first told me her secret, I thought I would be forced to do that. I’m glad that it didn’t have to come to that. Because right now, I have everything a man could want and more.
Epilogue Two
Devil
“What are you thinking, Logan?”
I look up at my wife. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear her come into the room. I reach out my hand to her and she takes it. I pull her down into my lap, leaning into her to give her a kiss.
“I was thinking that I’m probably the luckiest motherfucker on the face of the earth,” I tell her when we break apart.
“I think that’s my line,” she whispers, her hand sliding against the side of my face. “I’ve put you through so much.”
“You’ve given me the world, Angel. I’d go through it all again, just to be sitting here like this with you right now, surrounded by my family.”
She curls into me deeper, her head going down to press against the side of my neck as she looks out at my brothers and their old ladies. Diesel and Rory are standing by the bar, laughing with Dani and Crusher. Down from them Fury and Ellie are talking to each other, their concentration on each other so complete that it’s a toss-up on if they realize there are other people in the same room. Rebel and his new girlfriend are out on the dance floor, same with Scorpion and the woman he’s been dating for the last month.
It’s easy to tell that everyone here is happy and satisfied. I’m glad, I want that for my family, but there’s no way in hell they are as happy as I am right now.
Torrent and I have come through hell, and through it all we’ve held onto one another. I wasn’t lying to her, even though sometimes I wonder if she thinks so.
I’d go through every damn thing again, even Wolf’s torture. I’d endure it all to be the bastard that gets to hold onto her like this, and be the man in her bed.
Life is sweet and fuck if it just doesn’t keep getting sweeter.
“I love you, Logan.”
“I love you, too, Angel. I always will.”
We kiss then, and I realize that my brother Fury and I are just alike, because I love my wife so much that other people in the room cease to exist for me, too.
Epilogue Three
Diesel
Later That Night
* * *
“Noah, you’ve been quiet all night. Are you okay?”
I look over at Rory and give her a smile to reassure her.
“I’m good baby. I swear. I just have Ryan on my mind.”
Rory walks over to the bed and slides under the covers. She’s wearing one of my old t-shirts. I’d rather have her naked, but she doesn’t like to sleep that way because of Ryan. He has a habit of coming into our room late at night. He doesn’t do it as much now as he used to, but the possibility is always out there.
I tunnel my hand under the t-shirt and spread my hand against the warm flesh of her stomach.