Epilogue Two
Hack
Five Years Later
I pull Pru down the hall, stepping into the laundry room, and close the door. As much as I’d like to lay her in our bed, I know it’s the first place those nosy fucks in the backyard will look. Once I flip the lock, I pick her up and sit her on the washer.
“What in the world are you doing?” Pru asks as she tries to get down, but I step between her legs and hold her in place.
I place a kiss behind her ear then bite down just enough to get her attention. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
She leans her head to the side to give me better access and says, “It’s rude to leave your own party, Hack.”
My birthday is Monday, and Pru planned a party today and told all my brothers to keep it a secret. Of course, I figured out her plan about a week ago. I didn’t say anything, just planned to act surprised when the party started. I ended up not having to act, because I was truly surprised at what she had set up. Instead of the club party I assumed we would be having, my woman threw a huge barbeque in the backyard.
She invited everyone, every fucking one. Damn near the entire club is here, both the members and their families. Her brother and some of the boys from Clarksville drove down just for the party, too. Even Grandpa Rick, who now spends his days in a wheelchair, and his family showed up. But what surprised me the most is my parents came up from Chattanooga, bringing my two sisters and their families with them.
My parents come down to visit three or four times a year, and Pru insists we return the favor just as often. My youngest sister and her husband have been down a few times, but this is the first time they have brought their children with them. My older sister has only been down once, and when she came, she made no bones about the fact she didn’t like how I was living my life. She was here barely two hours before Pru was showing her the door. Today, she is sitting in the backyard acting like being surrounded by bikers is second nature.
“It’s my party, and if I want to fuck my old lady, that’s what’s gonna happen,” I say, pushing the straps of her sundress off her shoulders.
My lips move to her chest, and I quickly pull her nipple into my mouth. As soon as I start to suck, a moan leaves her mouth. Moving to the other nipple, I give it the same attention, adding a little nibble at the end. Pulling up her skirt, I slide my hand into her panties and find her already dripping for me.
My mouth finds hers as I whisper, “You’re wet, baby, so fucking wet for me.”
Pushing a finger into her, I move it in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Her hips buck, pulling my finger in deeper. I keep my pace, using my thumb to circle her clit, until her walls start to tighten.
I pull my finger out, unzip my jeans, and grab my aching cock. “This is gonna be fast.”
“Uh huh,” she mumbles, using her legs to pull me into place.
I jerk her panties to the side and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. When I bottom out, my body goes still as I enjoy the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. Even after all these years, being deep inside her is the only place I feel truly at peace.
I glide in and out of her slowly at first, wanting to savor every second. After just a minute or two, I start to gain speed with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before I feel my balls start to tighten with the need to come. Reaching between us, I run a finger over her clit, rubbing small circles over it. I feel her walls start to tighten more and begin pounding into her. When I bring two fingers together to give her clit a quick pinch, she leans her head against my shoulder and moans out her pleasure. Thrusting even faster now, I am getting closer and closer. Going balls deep one last time, I growl out my release.
I’ve barely caught my breath when the door knob starts to rattle. “Daddy, are you in there?”
Pru giggles into my skin as I clear my throat. “Yeah, honey, I’ll be out in just a few minutes.”
“Momma, are you in there, too?” Scarlett asks, still tapping lightly on the door.
“Yeah, she is,” I answer, since my old lady is still laughing.
Pru always thinks this shit is funny. Me, not so much. I swear, my daughter seems to know when I’m getting me some. At least, this time, she gave me time to get off. In most cases, I’m just getting my dick wet when she starts knocking on the door.
The tapping stops as Scarlett asks, “Are you two kissing again?”
Pru finally pulls back and looks toward the door. “Not at the moment.”
I can hear her huff through the door. “Whatever you’re doing, hurry it up. Aunt Trix said I can’t have one of the cupcakes until you two come back outside. Uncle Boz tried to sneak me one, but she popped him in the back of the head.”
“There’s cupcakes?” I ask, stepping back enough to break our connection.
“Yep, Reese’s cupcakes,” my daughter says, then the sound of her feet running down the hall hits my ears. Just before she gets out of earshot, she shouts, “I’m giving you five minutes, then I’m gonna steal one myself!”
I zip my jeans, my mind filled with thoughts of Pru’s chocolate cakes with homemade peanut butter icing. “Hurry up, baby. Trix is only gonna be able to hold back Scarlett for so long, and once she gets one, my brothers will demolish the rest.”
Just as I’m popping my button in place, Pru reaches out and pulls me to her. “I made a dozen just for you and hid them at the bottom of the fridge.”
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I ask, giving her a quick kiss.
“Yeah, but I never get tired of hearing it,” she replies, then her head turns to look at the cabinet above the dryer. “Your present is on the top shelf. Go ahead and get it.”
“You already got me a present.” Her and Scarlett bought me a new grill and gave it to me right before everyone started showing up.
“The grill was from Scarlett and me both. This one is just from me. I was planning on giving it to you on Monday. Since we’re in here already, you can go ahead and open it,” she explains, letting go of me so I can grab the gift.
When I see the package, my first thought is it’s a book, and I wonder why the hell she would be buying something I would never read. When I grab it, I can feel the hard edges. It’s not wrapped in the frilly shit she usually uses. Instead, it is covered in plain brown paper, with twine holding it in place.
I pull out my knife to cut the twine then pull the paper off. The sight that hits my eyes has me taking a step back. It’s a framed picture of Holly and me on our wedding day. I was wearing jeans and my cut, just like every other day of the year. She had on a light blue sundress, similar to the one Pru is wearing today. We’re looking at each other, both smiling huge.
“Where did you get this?” I ask, knowing I destroyed the only copy I had during a drunken rage not long after her funeral.
She slides off the washer and walks over to me. “Holly’s sister gave it to me.”
I’m shocked by her answer, since I didn’t even know the two of them had met. I don’t ask when or why, just keep looking at the picture and remembering how happy we both were that day.
“I know you don’t want any pictures of Holly up in the house,” she says, laying a hand on my arm. “I thought maybe you could put it in your office at the clubhouse.”
For years, we have been arguing about putting Holly’s picture out. Pru says she was a part of our family and deserves to have her picture put out with all the others she places around the house. I keep telling her to wait until Scarlett is older. A day will come when I tell her about Holly, but that time hasn’t come yet and won’t for a few more years.
Setting the picture on the dryer, I turn around and pull Pru into my arms. “She would’ve liked you. The two of you would’ve been the best of friends. Holly would have wanted us together, because she would’ve loved the way you love me.”
Tears pool in her gorgeous green eyes as she goes to her toes and places a kiss on my lips. “I hope you’re right.”
“I love you, baby,” I whisper before kissing her deeply.
Pulling back just a bit, she whispers back, “I love you, too.”
Before anything else can be spoken, my daughter is banging on the door again. “Daddy, your time is up. I’m eating a cupcake, with or without you.”
Pru laughs and steps out of my arms. “Come on, let’s go get you a cupcake.”