And as he curled his arms around both of us, I knew I didn’t want anything else.
The only thing I wanted was this love that had been forged in the fire.
EPILOGUES
Silas
What the fuck was she wearing?
My dick stirred as violently as the air when Brinley emerged from the thicket, strutting her way toward the lapping fire where I sat under the shelter of night surrounded by my crew.
She was dressed in this fucking flowy, satiny black skirt that didn’t even come to mid-thigh. Soft fabric brushing bare flesh. Toned legs for fucking days, amplified by the sky-high heels that she never failed to don.
A plain black tee with the neck cut out of it draped off one shoulder, fitting her snug since it looked like it was tied in the back.
Wild curls blew around her stunning face. Those long locks threaded with strands the color of harvest leaves wisping around her high-cut cheeks.
Eyes entrancing flames with the single-handed power to lead me out of the dark.
Autumn riding in on a hurricane.
A wildfire sent to torch my senses and incinerate my heart.
A stunner strutting around on my property.
Best fucking sight I’d ever seen.
I played it easy, though, sipped from my old-fashioned like I was hardly affected as I watched her approach. Whiskey hitting my tongue and gliding down my throat to pool in my belly.
My sister was in tow, as per usual, though she was wearing her own black little number, which was something new.
I’d always been amazed at Elena’s resilience. Amazed that after everything she’d suffered, she’d maintained this doe-eyed belief.
But in the last three months since everything had gone down with Kent Ellison—his entire fetid organization decimated, the death of him and all eighty-three of his men blamed on a feud with a cartel—a new confidence had emerged in Elena.
It was terrifying, honestly.
I still had this soul-deep need to protect her with everything I had, but I knew I had to give her some space so she could spread her wings.
How, I wasn’t sure. But I was trying.
You could say Brinley had been inspiring. Standing for her like a sister. Her best friend. Her closest confidant.
And that was one thing I could take confidence in.
“We’re at a stop sign, and this chick just climbs out the window of her husband’s car and climbs right onto the back of my bike.” Brody stood to the side of me, wielding a bottle of tequila in his hand, dude trading off exaggerated stories with my men. “Said she’d never been with a biker before and wanted a ride.”
Dumbass rocked his hips.
“Bullshit,” Trevan razzed with a grin. “She climbed onto the back of mine.”
“She just didn’t know whose bike she was getting on,” Brody defended with a pitying scoff. “Once she got a look at your ugly mug, she flew off and was groping at me. Saved the poor thing.”
Amusement puffed from my nose. Women pranced all around here, more than happy to oblige, but Brody still seemed to think he needed to rack up every woman he encountered for himself.
“Honestly, I think she just liked the sight of this.”
He turned, showing off the patch on the back of his cut.
