“See you on the other side, man,” Yuki smiles, giving my back a slap.
I head toward the locked door that leads me out of this hellhole, passing pissed-off guards along the way. Impatiently, I lean against the door waiting for one of them to unlock it.
I get my civilian clothes back, along with my leather cut. I instantly shrug it on, the feeling of its worn leather comforting on my back.
“See you soon, Bobby,” Officer Smith mutters, knowing I’ll be back. I probably will.
“Keep my bunk warm,” I reply, walking toward the locked door.
It buzzes and I push it open. Closing my eyes, I inhale the satisfying smell of freedom, so much sweeter on this side of the fence, and the sun hotter from this side of the jailhouse.
“Bobby!” My eyes jump open. Waiting for me is my crew, who are all sitting at the end of the parking lot. Motorcycles, from one end to the other, and my blue Chevy parked beside them all. I smile and jog toward them, ready to get the fuck away from here as quickly as I can. The truck door opens and Jessica flies out, running toward me. Spotting her, I run faster.
She plows into me, her lips smashing onto mine aggressively. I grab her by the hips and pick her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. My hands clenching her back, pulling her closer to me. The smell of her, the feel of her, fucking pure bliss. I grasp her back harder and feel leather under my palms. I pull back, and look her over, noticing she’s wearing a leather cut.
“You’re wearing my property patch,” I whisper in disbelief.
“I am,” she responds, smiling. I smirk, and narrow my eyebrows at her.
“You know that means you’re mine. Forever now,” I growl, leaning in and nipping her bottom lip.
“Yeah, I think I was yours from the beginning,” she laughs.
“Yeah, you were,” I agree. “I need five minutes alone with you, wearing nothing but this,” I whisper to Jessica, the idea of her in nothing but a leather cut hardens my dick painfully.
“Just five minutes?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“What can I say? I’ve been locked up, baby. Five minutes is over achieving.”
Epilogue
Jessica
I sit at the bar watching Addie play with Zane.
“He is such a ladies’ man,” Shadow remarks, handing me a beer. I laugh, seeing Zane blush as he laughs at Addie’s silly faces.
“Just like his Uncle Bobby,” Bobby insists, stretching his arms above his head nonchalantly, making his shirt ride up revealing his tattooed abs.
“Yeah, something like that,” Shadow chuckles, lifting his beer to his lips.
I walk in the kitchen to get a plate of food for Addie, before all the burley men eat it all.
“Your daughter is beautiful,” Cherry compliments, cutting up meat from behind the kitchen counter. She has her strawberry-colored hair pulled up into a sloppy ponytail, and is wearing a green shiny top I can just barely see over the counter.
“Thank you,” I reply, taking a paper plate off the counter. “Do you need any help in here?” I ask, watching her manhandle a slab of meat with a butcher knife.
“Oh, no, I got it,” she replies, looking up at me with a big smile.
“Addie can be a handful, but I suppose most kids are,” I state, digging some fruit from a bowl.
“Don’t I know it,” Cherry laughs, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.
“You have any kids?” I ask, grabbing some chips from a bag.
“Uh,” she begins nervously, her cheeks flushing a bright red. Cherry looks up at me her eyes widening and her face in a sudden panic. “Would Addie like some ice cream? Dani bought a whole bunch of ice cream, and if the kids don’t eat it, Shadow will.” She turns to open the freezer door quickly to avoid my question.
Plucking out a giant tub of chocolate ice cream, she drops it on the counter. She looks at me and smiles, making me question if there was a sense of panic before or if I imagined it.
I nod, not taking my eyes off her, curious what made her react the way she did. Like she didn’t even realize what she had said or something.
I take a plate to Addie and Zane, and sit on a stool watching Lip, Bobby, and Shadow laughing about something.
Bobby looks up, his eyes holding mine. He smiles, pats Shadow on the back, and walks toward me. Once before me, he grasps me by the hips and draws me in close, his mouth tickling the shell of my ear.
“I wanna fuck you,” he whispers, making my panties instantly dampen.
I bite my bottom lip and eye Addie and Zane making food art.
“She’s fine,” he mutters, pushing me backwards. My head falls back and I laugh hysterically while I’m herded down the hall.