Epilogue
Drew
One Month Later
For the last two days Cyrus has been gone on a security run with Zane, Grinder and Scrappy. They’re tracking down Venom but it always seems like he’s one step ahead and I know it’s pissing off the men. They will hear about his location and when they arrive, there’s no trace of Venom.
I’ve just come off the phone with Cyrus and they’re on their way back. I asked if they caught Venom, but my reply was a chuckle and that’s all. I guess if they did catch him, Cyrus would have told me. However, Cyrus did demand for me to be ready when he gets back and my insides got all warm at his promises.
I head into the shower, picturing what Cyrus will do to me when he gets back and it brings a naughty smile to my face. I’m so close to touching myself as the water drips down my body, but instead I leave it all for Cyrus. Once I’m done, I see Maci in the living room and she smirks at me as I pass in my towel.
“I heard Cyrus and the others are coming home today.” She teases.
“They are.” I nod, quickly making my way to my bedroom.
Slipping on some fresh underwear, I put on my fluffy dressing gown and make work on drying my hair. Maci is stood by my door when I’m finished. “I’ll stay at the clubhouse tonight. I’m working late anyway and I don’t want a repeat of last time.” Her eyes widen and I burst out laughing.
A couple of weeks ago, Cyrus and I were going at it for quite a while. We lost track of time so when Cyrus was standing naked in the kitchen, making me a cup of tea and Maci returned home from work, she got an eyeful. All I can remember is hearing Maci scream and when I got up to look, I couldn’t stop laughing. She was standing near the door with her hands over her eyes, with her back turned to Cyrus as he was standing proud with our cups of teas in his hands. He walked over to me as normal as any other day and handed me my cup before disappearing into my bedroom. His tattoos and glorious naked body on show.
“Probably wise, we haven’t been together for forty eight hours.” I wink and Maci shakes her head, but she giggles as she walks away.
I turn on my music, getting excited to see my man. This past month has been a crazy ride. I’ve returned to my normal self and I couldn’t be happier. There’s times when I do feel a little guilty for being so happy without Sketch, but then I remind myself that he wouldn’t want me in the state I was before. I wouldn’t want that for him if the roles were reversed.
I begin on my make up, I don’t usually wear a lot. I always wear the same amount. The basics. Today though I have a plan. Cyrus has recently gotten a tattoo and it was a shock at first because the tattoo is me. It’s a pin up version of me, with bright red lips and in sexy lingerie, but it’s me. So I plan on creating his tattoo in real life and I’m so excited. I want to be Cyrus’ wet dream when he walks through that door.
Four hours later Cyrus is home and as I hear him opening the door, I stand in the living room and wait to see what he thinks. As he steps inside, he looks rough and tired but when his eyes set on me he appears fully awake. He slams the door shut behind him, drops his bag and jut stands there staring at me. I think he’s truly speechless and I fucking love it.
I look down at myself and smile. “You like?”
Cyrus steps forward, his face taking in every little bit of me and goose bumps spread over my body as if his eyes are touching me like his fingers would.
“Fucking hell Drew.” Cyrus shakes his head. “You’re,”
His words end and he’s left speechless again. I laugh and slowly walk towards him, my red heels clicking on the floor. “I’m what?”
My hips sway and my breasts bounce. I have Cyrus’ attention completely and I’m loving every second. I wanted to be his wet dream and I think I’ve succeeded.
“Fucking beautiful.” Cyrus growls, closing the distance between us. As soon as he reaches me, he wraps me in his arms and holds me close. “Sexy minx.”
I laugh, placing my hands on either side of his face. “I think it’s about time you strip.”
“I will.” He nods. “But I gotta do something first.”
“What could be more important?” I sulk and Cyrus smirks cheekily.
He takes off his leather cut and holds it out to me. I eye him questionably but Cyrus urges me to put it on.
“Perfect.” He grins.
“You think I look better with the vest on?” I frown.
“No, but it’s perfect for what I’m about to ask you.” Cyrus winks. “Will you be my Old Lady?”
This time, it’s me that’s speechless. I gasp, covering my mouth with my hands as tears leak from my eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I fucking am.” Cyrus pulls me close, kissing me hungrily and I kiss him back just as eagerly. “Is that a yes?”
“Of course it’s a fucking yes!” I laugh in his arms as he carries me to the bedroom. I squeal as he drops me on the bed and jumps on top of me.
“My Old Lady.” He grins down at me.
“My Old Man.” I smirk right back.
“There’s a party at the clubhouse tonight for us.” Cyrus says in between kisses. “But first, it’s time for our own celebration.”
“Yes!” I laugh, Cyrus kisses my neck as I strip him down.
We celebrate most of the night. Again and again. By the end of it we’re both exhausted but we get ready, smiling and laughing so we can attend our party at the clubhouse. Everyone applauds us and my mother cries. I never thought I would be this happy again and I just know Sketch was behind this. He sent Cyrus back to me so he knew I wouldn’t be alone. I just wish I could thank him, but for now I will enjoy my life and make the most of every second.
The Next Book In The series
Torment (Kings of Rebellion MC #5)
I’m a club bunny, but not your regular type. I don’t sleep with the members or walk around half naked. Instead, I choose to help out the Old Ladies and their families. In return I gain a lot of respect from them and I love that. For the past couple of years, I’ve felt a connection with Baby, one of the club president’s sons. Unfortunately the only connection Baby seems to feel is the one between the legs of a club bunny.
I’m not vain when I say that Baby wants me as much I want him. Even everyone else in the club can see that, so imagine how humiliating it is when instead of accepting me and claiming me, he chooses someone else, every single time. Baby thinks that he can have me and the whores, but that’s not going to happen. I won’t be second best.
Perhaps it’s time for me to move on and set my sights elsewhere?