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“I will always forgive you, Temptress,” his voice is gruff, “because I love you and love is forgiveness just as much as it is acceptance.”
I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest for a whole new reason now. “I love you, too, and I want to go back to Seattle with you.”
The smile that stretches across Tucker’s face almost makes me forget about the men dead around us. Almost.
Tucker kisses my lips gently and murmurs, “Good.” He takes a deep breath and gives me a stern look. “Now, don’t do anything like this again because I can’t lose you.”
“I won’t,” I promise, knowing it’ll be an easy one to keep.
I’ll use my skills to help the club, just like Tucker wants me to, which means I won’t be some lone vigilante. I’ll have the club at my back, hopefully, but I do know, without a doubt, I’ll have my man.
“Next time,” there’s a warning in his voice, “I’ll take you over my knee and spank you.”
My pussy clenches and I squeeze my thighs together which has a wicked grin curling on Tucker’s lips. He kisses me again, this time it’s hard, demanding, and just what I need to make me feel grounded and alive.
“I got cinnamon rolls,” I murmur against his lips once he slows down the kiss.
He pulls back from me, throws his head back and laughs. That’s what tells me we really will be okay. Even though I made a stupid decision this morning to leave without him. Everything is going to be just fine and I’m ready to find out what life, in a new city and with a new family, has in store for me.
EPILOGUE
NEW YEAR’S EVE
ROBYN
I pat the back pocket of my jeans for probably the hundredth time since getting dressed for the party going on in the clubhouse tonight. I know what I have there hasn’t moved, and yet, I just need to make sure one more time. Because I have a feeling it might be the only way to bridge a gap that I didn’t know I made and never considered I would want to fix, but now desperately need to.
I know how important Tucker’s brothers are to him and after spending some time with Brimstone, Chains, and Crucify, I can understand why. They’re good men. Kind of intimidating and more than a little scary, but good men who have hearts of gold and some blood coating their souls. No one’s perfect.
After being almost abducted in the middle of the road on Christmas morning, the guys got everything cleaned up and Brimstone and Chains set out to the Charleston chapter of the DSMC. I don’t know the details and I don’t want to. Plausible deniability and all that. Crucify stuck with us during a Christmas filled with some processing of my morning, cinnamon rolls that were delicious even if they weren’t worth the aftermath, and packing.
I had to sheepishly tell Tucker I didn’t get him anything other than our matching socks. He just hooked his arm around my neck and kissed me softly. “You’re coming home with me, Temptress, and you’ve given me your love. I can’t think of a better gift.”
My heart fluttered in my chest and my eyes welled up with tears at his sweetness. I swear Crucify was rolling his eyes on the other side of the room, but he didn’t give us any shit. At least not until I pouted, “Does that mean my gift is your love?”
Crucify barked out a laugh and jeered good naturedly, “She’s got your number, brother.”
Tucker flipped him off while keeping his blue eyes, warm with love and affection, fixed on me. “I have something for you, but I won’t be able to give it to you until we’re in Seattle.”
I nodded and burrowed against his chest, not really caring about a gift at all. He was right, our paths crossing, having the chance to explain my actions, and his love was more than enough for me. That doesn’t mean I’m not curious about the gift he was talking about.
It took a few days to pack up my meager belongings, get the window fixed on my SUV, and to give a proper send off to Mistletoe Creek, but then we were on the road to Seattle. I hope I never have to make that drive again. Not only was it long, but Tucker and Crucify were big babies about being stuck in a ‘cage’, as they called it, instead of being on bikes the entire fucking time.
Thankfully with the three of us we were able to drive for longer and I was able to nap and not listen to them complain. I understand they love being on a bike, clearly, but I never knew grown men could throw a temper tantrum over being inside of a perfectly good vehicle. I can’t wait until I can pull their whining out as blackmail. I’ll get my chance; I just need to bide my time.
When we arrived at the clubhouse, I was nervous, but it was late and there weren’t a lot of people around. Not only were Brimstone and Chains there, since they flew back from Charleston, but I also met Spark, the DSMC President. I thought the men I had spent time with in Mistletoe Creek were intimidating, but I didn’t know the definition of the word until meeting Spark.
Holy hell. I couldn’t help but start to fidget where I was standing in front of him, unsure if I was supposed to genuflect or apologize or start a conversation. All three? Who knows? I was at a loss.
What I wasn’t expecting was for him to pull me into a hug, lean down, and whisper in my ear, “I’m sorry about what happened to your best friend. With your help, we’ll be able to stop more people from experiencing what she did,” he pulled back and looked into my eyes, his expression earnest, “whatyoudid.”
I couldn’t stop a few tears from escaping, but I quickly wiped them away. “I thought for sure you were going to yell at me there for a moment,” I admitted, my nerves getting the better of me before I could think through my words.
He tilted his head back and barked out a laugh before giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Welcome to the Devil Saint’s family, Robyn.” He looked over at Tucker and smirked. “It might not be official until your man can bring it to the table tomorrow morning, but I still want to be the first one to say it.”
I swallowed hard, a feeling of belonging I had been missing for so long starting to creep in. “Thank you. I want you to know that I won’t squander the chance to be part of a family again. I’ll have your back because Friar and the guys have already proven to me that you have mine.”
The smile he gave me changed him completely. He was no longer the intimidating president of a motorcycle club. It was breathtaking and surreal.
