Epilogue
Bentley
Four Years Later
The house is quiet when I come in. Last year we bought this place, and it still is unreal that I have a house, a wife, and a seven-month-old little girl. Looking around, I see the toys scattered around the living room, and I can't help but smile. Six years ago, I would have told you that I didn't need a woman in my life telling me to pick up after myself.
Then Brynn came into my life and threw everything I ever wanted out the window. Her sexy little shorts had me begging for more as I watched her bend over that damn desk of hers at work. These days, her short little shorts are still on her ass all the time, but the only thing she’s bending over is my lap.
As I think about Brynn, I run my finger over the tattoo that is sitting on my ring finger. When we got married, we had rings, but she would always get pissed when I would take it off at the clubhouse. I hated wearing that damn thing. She got bent out of shape one night, bitching at me that I wanted to cheat on her and that's why I didn't wear it while I was out, but it wasn't the reason at all.
I just hated the damn thing. I didn't need a ring on my finger to tell me that I married the only woman I'd ever love. She's the mother of my little girl, and a ring doesn't signify that. I know at the end of the day, I go home to her and that little girl in this house that we picked out together.
Hitting Meliora’s room, I duck my head inside and see her sleeping peacefully in her crib. I walk into the room and lean over the railing to place a kiss on her forehead. I watch her for a few minutes before I close her door slightly and make my way to the master bedroom.
I've been gone for the last three days on a run that turned to shit just as quick as it started, and the only thing I want to do is crawl into that bed with my girl and fuck her before she asks what happened.
Pushing the door to the bedroom open, I see my girl spread out across the bed. I see my patch tattooed onto the back of her shoulder and I can’t help but get hard. It still amazes me that she even agreed to be my wife. After all the shit I put her through, I can’t believe she agreed to be mine forever.
I toe off my boots next to the bed before shedding my jeans and T-shirt. I’m sure I smell like ass, but I don’t care right now. I need the beautiful girl lying in front of me in a tank top and a pair of yoga shorts.
Seeing her relieves some of the stress that the last few days have caused and fuck, I'm just thankful to be home with my girls.
Crawling up the bed, I kiss my way up her body and just as I run my tongue along the back of her neck. I brush her hair out of the way and place kisses along her skin. A quiet moan falls from her, and she arches her back slightly.
Pressing her into the mattress, I take my time kissing along her skin. She’s so sexy that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
“Ben,” she sighs. Lowering my body onto hers, I kiss her again before I roll over to my back.
She rolls over to face me, and I reach out to brush the hair from her face. "What's wrong?" She always knows when something is bothering me. I came home with the intention of sinking inside of her, but after this weekend, I just need her. She can calm me unlike no other.
“Ben.” This time she’s the one to cup my face. She presses a kiss to my forehead before getting even closer to me. When I don’t say a word, she straddles my waist and pulls her tank top off.
I know she’s trying to trick me into talking by letting me have what I want, but I need more than my hand paddling her ass. I need her to hurt me. I need her to inflict pain that will rid all these damn thoughts out of my head, at least just for the night.
I run my hands up her naked back, and she leans forward. Her lips press against mine, and she gives me a quick kiss before she pulls back and slides off me for a brief moment. She pushes her yoga shorts down her legs before she reaches over and opens the top drawer on my side of the bed.
She pulls out the glass handled whip that she bought me for my birthday last year. I take a deep breath as I get ready for what she’s going to do for me. Although she hates to hurt me, she does it anyway.
Brynn gives me this because she knows I need it.
Her body moves off of me, and she kneels on the bed right next to me. "I love you, Ben." I reach up and cup her cheek.
“I love you more baby.”
I lay back against the pillows and wait for her to give me what I'm craving. The first strike is on my stomach, and I have to suck in a breath to keep from grunting out. Brynn continues on the path that I taught her that first time and every hit brings me closer to letting go. I can feel all the darkness start to fade and my dick gets hard as fuck. She hits me once more before I grab her wrist and pull her on top of me.
The moment she sinks down on my dick, I can't help but moan. Fuck, she feels so damn good wrapped around my cock. I reach up and wrap my hand around her neck, forcing her to increase her rhythm. Every thrust I meet her by slamming up into her. It doesn't take me long to get to the edge, and I squeeze her neck tighter.
"I'm going to come," she whimpers. Her nails dig into my chest, and the pain sends me right over the edge. She moans out my name as she rides me faster. She tosses her head back, and my fingers slip into her mouth. Brynn sucks my fingers into her mouth and bites them, pulling a moan from me.
When we are both spent, she collapses onto my chest. Both of our breathing is harsh, and it takes a few minutes before it's back to normal.
A finger trails over our daughter’s name that is inked onto my skin in the same place that she has on her. I know she’s waiting patiently for me to tell her what happened, but I know that it’s going to break her heart.
"The run didn't go as expected." I close my eyes for a second as I try to find the words. "We lost a few of our own." She still doesn't say a word, and I hate that I have to be the one to tell her. "We lost Trace, a prospect, and…" I see the tears start to fall down her face.
“Please don’t say it," she whispers. I pull her to my chest, and she begins to sob into my chest. Her old man rejoined the club four years ago when he found out that me and her were together. A year after that, her mom left him because she couldn't be around our dangerous lifestyle.
In a way, he was the only family she had left beside her sister, and now he's gone. I tried to keep him home, but he refused to stay behind.
“What happened?” she asks, tears covering her cheeks, hair matted to her wet face.
"I took a header off my bike when someone tossed a molotov cocktail at me. They ambushed us, and once I was on the ground, bullets were flying at me." I stop right there. Her nails are digging into my sides, and the tears only fall faster.
"He saved you. He gave his life for you." Her sobs get louder, and I tuck her face into my neck and try my best to comfort her, but I'm shit at it. She needs someone to tell her everything is going to be okay, but I can't do it. I don't know if shit is going to be okay. I just know that her old man died to save me.
I’m the one here while he’s in the morgue in an unknown town.
“I wish I could switch places with him. He didn’t –” She cuts me off by putting her fingers over my lips, silencing me.
“No.” Her bottom lip trembles as she speaks. “If you would have died, I wouldn’t be able to live. I need you to breathe.”
I swallow, sitting up, and my eyes start to burn as I think about the words he said to me as I held my hand on his gunshot wound. "He died in my arms. He wanted me to make sure you didn't blame me for him getting shot. That he is so damn proud of you and Tess." A tear falls down my cheek, and she wipes it away.
"He probably said that you have more to live for than an old man like him." I close my eyes and nod my head. I drop my forehead against her chest, and we just hold each other.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Brynn.”
"Is he dead?" Her question throws me off and when I look at her, I can see a mask of anger cover her face. She means the bastard who killed her father.
“Yes. Trace put a bullet between his eyes before more shit happened.”
“Don’t you dare ever leave me,” she whispers, eyes filled with tears.
"I'll do everything in my power to always come home to you, Brynn." I kiss her lips, and she tucks her face into my neck. Laying back on the pillows, I just hold her. I give her what she needs now.
I may be a selfish son of a bitch for getting what I needed first, but it is the only way I could handle the truth. The only way I’d ever be able to tell her.
“I love you Brynn and nothing with ever change that.”
“I know Ben. I love you too. Just please never leave. I couldn’t handle that.” I press my lips to her forehead and kiss her softly. Wrapping my arms tighter around her, I take a deep breath before I close my eyes.
I thank God that I got lucky enough to find this girl when I didn't deserve her. Her and Meliora are the only reason I'm still breathing.