Rylie’s tits bounce up and down as she rides my cock hard. I grip her hips, not needing to help her, yet unable to stop myself. She moans, grinding down on me, swiveling her hips and driving me to the brink of coming.

I flip her, taking control, pumping inside of her repeatedly as she claws at my shoulders. Then she explodes, wrapping so tightly around my cock, she milks me.

“Love you,” she says breathlessly.

Every damn time she tells me this is a fucking blessing. Hearing her, feeling her, touching, tasting her—everything about her is my miracle. Time with her, I will not waste it. Ever.

Looking over at the clock, I say, “Need to get to the clubhouse.”

“Thought you weren’t workin’ at the shop today?”

My job at Banner kicks ass. I’m back to workin’ on cars, trucks, and bikes, in my element. While I liked being behind a desk sometimes, it’s nice to be in the thick of things. My employment there went on and off the rails with everything that happened, but now, I’m there full-time, plus some. I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“On clean-up duty.”

“Gross,” she groans.

She’s not wrong. Last night was a hell of a bash at the clubhouse, for no other reason than to celebrate. Prospecting for the Ravage MC has its ups and downs, and this is one of those downs, but it’s part of it all.

Being in the fold is an experience all its own. The way they have my back, give themselves freely, as I do the same—it’s beyond fantastic.

Each day, I gain more respect with the brothers. And each day, I wish I would’ve made different choices. But what’s done is done.

“Right. Sooner I get shit done, the faster I can get back in bed with you.”

“Okay,” she replies sleepily.

Drunk sex with Rylie is top notch. We’ll be replaying that many times to come.

***

“Bike,” Cruz orders as I come out of the now sparkling clean bathroom.

Fuck, I just brought the hose in and sprayed the walls down. It was beyond disgusting. But last night was a celebration, one that I wouldn’t have missed for the world.

“Why are we here?” I ask my father as we pull up to the lake, the one place on this fucking planet I never want to see again. I almost lost my woman here. Almost lost my entire life. I have no need to ever be here again.

The brothers walk to the banks, forming a line as they look out over the water.

My gut tightens, remembering the fear of not being able to get to my woman. Not being able to help her. Seeing her body lying on the ground, lifeless. All of it.

My heartbeat picks up as I take a couple of steps forward.

“They’re gone. Bottom of the lake, where they fuckin’ belong,” my father says.

Relief floods me at knowing the two assholes who tried to take my woman are no longer on this earth.

“Know you’ve got a lot of shit goin’ on. We get settled, big party at the clubhouse.”

That right there is love. It’s a type of love I thought I’d never have, yet they gave it to me.

“What’s goin’ on?” I ask.

Cruz just looks at me and lifts his chin to the door.

I move out of it and see the brothers all lined up. My father has a smile on his face.

“Today, we ride,” Cruz says, slapping his hand on my shoulder.

When I was a kid, this is all I thought about, and now it’s finally happening. Four years of hate and anger have turned into this moment. I’ll put in my time as a prospect, then I’ll wear the Ravage MC cut until the day I die.

I load up, head to the back of the line, and have the best fucking ride of my life.

Life is filled with decisions. Those decisions have consequences. The ones I made cost me years away from my family. It’s all time I can’t get back. Now, though, I live each day respecting each second I spend with them, knowing how it feels not to have it, and never wanting that again.

Finally getting in life what I desired for years—the cut, the club, family, and a rock-solid woman—there isn’t anything more a man could ask for.