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He shut her up with a long, slow kiss before finally laying his forehead against hers. "If you think I'm going to ride this with you on the back and not find a spot to make love to you along the way, then you don't know me well enough."
"One day, you'll tire of so much sex," she teased.
"With you, never." He kissed her nose. "I love you, Brenna, and will never let you forget it."
She tilted her head. "A female could get used to that."
He lightly smacked her bum. "Good, because having you in my life is a treasure I'm never going to take for granted." Plucking one of the helmets out of her hands, he situated it on Brenna's head and fastened it. "Now, there's a sexy sight."
Rolling her eyes, she held out the second helmet. "I draw the line at wearing helmets during sex, Killian."
He fastened his own. "Why would I ask you to do that? Undressing you is the fun part." Straddling the motorcycle, he patted behind him. "Let's go for a ride. I promise you it's the closest thing to flying you'll feel while still being on the ground."
Brenna climbed up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. He took a second to memorize her heat, scent, and toned body against his back before starting the bike. As it revved to life, a sense of peace came over him. It'd been too long since he'd ridden and having his mate at his back made it perfect.
Black growled. Yes, yes, it's nice. Now, get going. I love riding and want to feel the wind again.
Killian slowly pulled up to the gate and glanced at the hidden security camera. A few seconds later the gate opened and he said, "Hold on tight," before taking off.
At first Brenna held him tighter as he took the turns and guided the machine in graceful movements. When she shouted, "Go faster," he only loved her more.
Increasing his speed, Killian took off, the vibration of the bike between his thighs making his heart rate tick up.
Biking through the Lake District with the female he loved at his back was almost too good to be true. He'd come a long way from waking up with amnesia and always wondering if he had a future. He may not know everything it held, but with Brenna at his side, it would be a bloody good one. And a male couldn't wish for anything more.
Epilogue Two
Many Months Later
At the edge of Glenlough's main landing area, Caitlin Todd waited for Lorcan to finish dressing after his shift. She should feel guilty since Georgiana hadn't felt well enough to come with them. However, even though her stepdaughter was ill, it had been a few weeks since Caitlin had visited her family and she was anxious to see her children and mother again.
Her dragon spoke up. Would you rather have Lorcan waltz in naked?
No. He's mine.
Exactly. So have a little patience.
Once Lorcan made the final adjustment to his formal kilt-like attire, he strode to her side. "You can stop tapping your fingers, Caity."
"I can't help it. This is the first celebration after Teagan's pregnancy announcement. I want to make sure she's all right and no one tries to organize some sort of revolt."
Slipping his arm through hers, he guided them out of the landing area's exit. "Killian and Brenna should be here already. Although I think Teagan is more than capable of taking care of herself."
Glancing over at her mate, she smiled. "You've come a long way on your position with females."
He raised his brows. "Did I have a choice? Between your mother and daughter, I was getting more guilt trips than I ever had from my own gran when I was a lad. I mainly changed policy to finally have some peace and quiet."
Lorcan teased her, but Caitlin knew he was secretly enjoying the changes a few female Protectors were determined to bring to the clan, as soon as they finished their time with the British Army.
Patting his arm, she said, "Since I think the changes only brings us closer to your actual retirement, I'm going to thank my family for their harping this one time."
"Because that won't backfire," he drawled.
"Oh, stop. It's their way of showing love and acceptance. If they didn't like you, there would be only silence and plenty of glaring."
"You mention silence as if it's a bad thing."
She sighed. "Lorcan."
