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This is the final installment in this story...

Epilogue

Five years later...

SAM

"I'm gonna stick it in now."

Mercedes' voice was soft and smooth, with just a hint of laughter.

I smelled her special scent and felt a shot straight to my groin... The same as every time I'd seen her since that first night in my apartment.

She was so beautiful I could die... And I still couldn't believe she was truly mine.

But why the hell she thought this was a good idea I couldn't fathom.

She was moving too fast... We weren't ready... I needed her to slow down... To really think about how this would change things between us.

Being part of the club had opened her eyes, but there should be limits, too.

I scowled, catching her hand and stopping her mid-motion.

"Why can't you just stay with me? It's always worked between us. I don't get why I'm not enough for you."

Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Christ, Sam, tone back the caveman for once," she muttered. "You know I've wanted to try it for a while now, and it's not like it's my first time. It's not going to change anything between you and me, babe. But I need this. You want me to be happy... You always say you want me to be happy. Sometimes that means giving up a little... And taking the next step. Let me be in charge for once."

I closed my eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath. Then I opened them again and gazed at the woman I loved more than anything.

She grinned at me, and holy crap, I loved that grin.

"Sorry, baby," I said, leaning forward to give her a quick peck on those soft, perfect lips of hers.

I had to trust her... So I forced myself to pull away, taking two steps back, the gravel crunching under my heels.

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded tightly.

"Okay, then I'm gonna stick it in. Promise you won't panic?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm no gonna panic. I'm not a fuckin' baby, Mercy. Jesus!"

She didn't reply, but her eyes said it all, and I felt a smile creep across my face.

"All right," I admitted, holding my hands up in surrender. "You win. I'm a big whiny baby and I just can't handle the thought of you doing anything fun without me. I never want you to have fun, I just want you barefoot and pregnant in the kitch..."

"Oh, shut up!" she said, laughing. "Now I'm really doing it, and you're just going to have to deal with it. Stand back. I wouldn't want my big, bad biker man getting hit by gravel or something."

With that she slid the key into the ignition, and the red-and-black Harley softail roared to life.

The look on her face was pure delight, and I had to admit that the sight of her on the bike was fucking hot.

I couldn't decide if I wanted her wearing more leather for protection on the road or less, because damn, she looked good when...

I cut off that thought. I needed to focus on my woman's safety, not her boobs.

"Be careful!" I yelled.

Mercedes only laughed as she rolled down the driveway, then gave a shriek of delight when she hit the road and tore off...

Goddamnit!

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill Stud," I muttered. I hated this. Hated it. "I'm gonna kill him and that fuckin' bitch of his... She's always full of great ideas. Mercedes doesn't need her own goddamn bike!"

"You shouldn't talk like that around Soraya," Bray said, suddenly standing next to me. "If she starts dropping F-bombs at preschool, Mom will shit bricks."

The kid was twelve going on thirty, and in the past year he'd started shooting up into lanky adolescence. He was already getting phone calls from girls, which gave Mercedes fits.

But I was just happy he took after his mom in both looks and brains.

Soraya sat perched on Bray's shoulders, watching me with big eyes, same as her mother's. She gave me a heart-wrenchingly beautiful smile, then opened her mouth and spoke solemnly.

"Fuckin' kiw Studd," she said.

I sighed, then reached for my daughter, who climbed me like a little spider monkey. I stuck my nose into her neck, smelling her sweet, not-quite-still-a-baby scent.

"You can't win this one," Bray said. "You know sooner or later Soraya's gonna say something where Mom can hear."

"I'll just say she's copying you," I said, narrowing my eyes.

Bray laughed.

"You taught me in the first place."

"You're a little shit sometimes."

"Yeah, but I'm a little shit who's willing to throw you a lifeline," Bray replied thoughtfully. "If she says it in front of Mom, I'll say it's my fault if you pay me."

"How much?"

"Twenty bucks a pop."

"You got a deal."

MERCEDES

The bike roared under me and the wind danced across my face.

I loved it.

I'd been practicing for a while, mostly out at Marge's place. She'd gotten her own bike a year ago... I'd never get tired of riding behind Sam, but I loved being on my own, too.

In fact, I spent six months trying to convince him I should get my own ride.

The stupid man was positive I'd kill myself.

The problem was, deep down inside, Sam was sexist as shit. Actually, it wasn't that deep... He'd always been pretty up front about it. But when he'd decided it was time for Bray to start learning on a little dirt bike, I'd had enough.

It was okay for my twelve-year-old son to ride, but not me?

Bullshit!

So earlier that week, I announced I was buying a bike, and that he could either help me pick one out or live with what I got on my own.

That lit a fire under his ass... his very fine ass. And earlier today, a friend of his delivered my pretty little Harley.

He didn't like it, but at least he knew it was a decent bike and in good condition.

I paid for it with my own money... I wanted it to be my bike... Not that we really had "mine" or "his" after we got married, but he insisted that I keep part of my paycheck in a separate account.

I had never said anything about it, but somehow Sam knew...instinctively...that I needed to feel like I could take care of myself.

And having my own money helped with that.

Yes, I planned to use most of it for school for the kids, but every once in a while, I treated us to something special...

For instance... I took Sam to Hawaii for our second anniversary...which had been a good investment...because I came home with Soraya as a souvenir.

I had wondered if having a baby in the house would distance him and Bray, but if anything they'd gotten closer.

Every day, Bray turns into more of a decent young man, and Sam is a big part of that.

I haven't told him lately, but I'm extremely glad he's Bray's father figure.

After a few minutes, I reached the end of the road and considered whether or not to turn back...

I hadn't really put the bike through her paces...and she was definitely a she, because I felt like we were sisters already...but I knew this was killing Sam.

I smiled, feeling just a little evil.

Part of me wanted to just take off, feel the freedom and let him dangle for a while. It'd piss him off, but seriously...angry sex with my man was pretty damned good.

I toyed with the idea for all of ten seconds, but turned the bike around and headed back towards the house instead.

Baby steps.

No need to scare him too much in one day, after all.

Best to save something for tomorrow, just in case he got out of line.

I just couldn't get back to finishing this last night. My apologies.

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