Epilogue
One week later...
Harlow
Got My Mind Set On You by George Harrison blasts from the speakers and I do a little hop in my step. Loving this song and humming away, I lean across the bar to listen to the guys order in front of me. Nodding I turn and start fixing his order. After last week went down, Drake called a meeting with the members about what to do about Club Ivy. As Trevor was gone, they decided I was to run the place. I was skeptical at first, but I have to admit, I love it. I love having Alexis working with me too. She gave up her old job and being here has really opened her up. It doesn’t hurt that she has the love of a good man at her side. I wink at her as she refills a guy’s beer. She looks over my shoulder, laughs and shakes her head. I don’t need to look, or be told, that my beast of a man is watching me. It doesn’t matter where I am, when he’s in the room, I feel his heavy stare following me and it sends my body into a frenzy.
Glancing over my shoulder, I wink at him. He’s leaning against the end of the bar staring at me with hunger in his eyes. My body comes to life when his thick tongue darts out and swipes across his bottom lip. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, wanting a taste of him. Returning to the guy awaiting his order, I slide his order in front of him. He pulls his money out to pay and holds it out. When I reach for the money, he grabs my hand. I attempt to tug away, but he leans across the bar to whisper something to me. He doesn’t even get his mouth open before he finds himself in mid-air, being thrown backwards onto the floor. My man stands tall above him. Everyone stops what they’re doing and they stare at the guy trying to climb to his feet. Thank fuck the place is mostly filled with bikers tonight and no-one tries to help the sleaze ball off the floor. Leaning down, Drake picks him up by the scruff of the shirt and spits something in his face before pointing over to me. I try to mask my smile at his jealousy. Drake drops him to the floor and gets Pete, one of the Prospects, to drag his ass out of the club. He then makes his way back over to me.
“Fuck Babe, every fucking guy,” he grunts.
“I’m sure it’s not every guy.” I set a scotch on the bar for him.
He eyes me over the rim of the glass before throwing it back and grunting like a caveman, making me laugh.
“I know what will stop these fucks from thinking they can hit on my Ol’ Lady.”
“Yeah, Baby, what's that?” I lean across the bar on my elbows, a smirk curls my lips.
Leaning towards me, he grips my hair in his fist and slams his mouth down on mine, stealing my breath. I moan at the taste of cinnamon and scotch and swipe my tongue over his, needing more. Pulling back, he grunts out, “That!”
“What?” I ask, trying to get my brain to catch up.
He looks down at the bar and following his line of sight, I notice a package wrapped in brown paper that wasn’t there before.
“What’s this?” I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Fuck, Babe, just unwrap it,” he grumbles, making me laugh.
Picking the package up, I bring it to my ear and give it a shake. I don’t hear anything, not that I could anyways with the music blaring around us. Drake chuckles as I put it back on the bar and begin to unwrap it.
I gasp when I see what’s in it and holding it up, I roll my eyes at what’s written on the back. It’s a leather cut. It’s so soft, but that’s not what has me rolling my eyes. On the back it reads - Property of Mercy. It’s wrapped around the club's logo of a skull wearing a crown, across the forehead of the skull is written, Deadly Sins MC. Crossed bones lay behind the skull mixed with roses, two guns cross at the base. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it tattooed on Drake’s back. So much so, that I asked Jace - the club President, if I could get the same tattoo on my lower back. He’s booked me into Xtreme Ink on Darby Street next week to get it done.
Locking eyes with Drake, I slide it on. His features harden. The grip he has on the glass in his hand tightens. His knuckles turn white and the glass shatters.
“Fuck, Babe.” I turn to grab a cloth for his hand, but before I can move, two hands reach over the bar. Next thing I know, I’m over his shoulder and he’s striding through the club as cat calls ring out around us.
“Fuck, Babe, need inside you now.” He’s gone all caveman and shit.
He slaps my ass as he takes the stairs two at a time, my body shudders and locks at the sensation. I hear a door being kicked open and the next thing I know, my back hits a hard surface. I look around to see, we’re in my office. Before I can say a word, everything on my desk goes crashing to the floor and he’s sliding me up my desk, ripping my jeans off at the same time.
“Time to test out this desk and claim what’s mine,” he growls.
He tears my panties off with a snap and I hiss as the elastic breaks against my skin. Hearing the snap of his belt, my body hums with excitement.
“I’m going to fuck you through the floor, Lemon Drop and no one will ever doubt you’re mine.”
His mouth hits mine hard and he slams into me with one hard, smooth thrust which has me coming off the desk. I have to rip my mouth from his to catch my breath. Twisting his hand into my hair, he grips my hip and raises me a little so he can hit deeper. I can’t stop the moans from slipping free.
“This is going to be fast, Babe. When I get you home, I’ll take my time and devour every inch of you and give this greedy pussy everything it begs for.”
“Fuck.” His words and the way he’s hitting my sweet spot with every thrust is sending me over the edge - fast.
“Every fucken time,” he grits out on each thrust. “Come!”
That does it. My body flies and I’m sent into a world of endless colours as he slams into me one more time. His groans bounce off the walls around us and I feel his warm release shoot into my core, sending another set of spasms racing through me.
***
Drake
The best thing I ever did in my life, besides joining the MC, was making this woman mine. Nothing compares to the way she makes me feel. She is not only the light of my day, but she is also my dark. Because in the dark, we create enough light through our love to conquer the world. That kind of love is hard to find.
Shit is still up in the air with the fuckwit who killed her sister, but between my brothers and the Grasso family who we now have a deal with, something is sure to come through soon.
“What are you thinking about?” Harlow asks when she finds her breath.
She runs a fingertip across my bottom lip. Latching onto the digit with my teeth, I growl and she narrows her eyes. She is so fucking sexy. After sucking the tip, I pull back to answer.
“How sexy as fuck my Ol’ Lady is.”
I grunt when she jams her elbow into my side. Rolling over, I pull her with me so she lays on my chest. I run my fingers through her scotch coloured hair.
“Liar,” she smirks.
She knows me too well. She leans forward and kisses my lips before sliding down my body until she is standing on wobbly legs, making me chuckle. Leaning on my elbow, I rest my head in my hand as I watch her.
“Asshole,” she mumbles while pulling her jeans back on.
She fixes her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head with the elastic from around her wrist. Bending down she picks something up off the floor and brings it to her nose inhaling. I raise my eyebrows, wondering what the fuck she is doing. Before I can ask her, she throws it at me and I catch it with my free hand. I watch as she turns and heads for the door. With her hair up, the patch on her back can be clearly seen. My cock comes back to life. I look down to find what she threw at me, I’m holding her torn black lace panties in my hand.
“Fuck, Harlow, get your sexy ass back here.” I stuff my hard cock back into my jeans, equal parts pissed that she isn’t wearing any panties while being horny as fuck because she sniffed them and she’s finally wearing my cut.
Laughing her ass off, I hear her run down the hallway. I know I need to get my ass downstairs and claim my fucking woman all over again. It’s gonna be a long fucking night and Dominic Grasso is supposed to be here at some point with Antonio. Pushing up from the desk, I make my way down the hall to the stairs, stand at the top for a minute and look around. I fucking hate clubs, but as long as Harlow is here, I’ll suck it the fuck up. Because, wearing my cut or not, the woman is MINE.
THE END FOR NOW…..