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As for the Savages, well, terrible men usually get what they deserve. The Savages did. Thanks to an undercover cop and a rival MC, the Savages fell one by one. Some didn't live to tell the tale. Others landed behind bars where they belong. If they ever see freedom again, most will be too old to enjoy it. It's justice. As much as men like that will ever see.
The important thing is that they'll never hurt anyone else. They'll never come after Scout. And Scout…Scout is thriving. She's a special little girl with a special little heart. One of Tate's close friends is her doctor now. He takes good care of her. So far, everything has been great. Sometime in the next year, she'll undergo another surgery to extend the tube Tate used to construct her second vessel.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about it because I am. But I'm not afraid. Our girl is a warrior, and she'll be just fine. With Tate watching over her, how could she not? That man would go to war for her without even batting an eye. I know because he's done it before.
I don't think I really understood just how sick she was back then or just how risky the surgery was. Jules told me long after it was over how close they came to losing her…and how hard Tate fought. She said he wasn't just a surgeon that day. He was a father. He's been a father to Scout every single day since. She idolizes him. Both of the girls do. But he and Scout share a special bond. I know they always will. He's her hero…but I think she might just be his too.
"Will you read to us, daddy?" Scout asks Tate, her hazel eyes wide and hopeful.
"Yeah, baby girl," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Go up and brush your teeth. I'll be right up."
"Yay!" Gemma shouts, flinging herself out of his arms.
"No running on the stairs!" I call after her.
"'Kay, mommy!" she yells back.
Scout stops to give me a big hug and then hurries after her.
"Come here," Tate murmurs, rising to his feet to pull me into his arms. He kisses me hard and deep. "I missed you, angel."
"I missed you too," I whisper, snuggling up against his chest. We haven't had much time together since Quade came home. Between his job, three kids, and my job, quality time is hard to come by. I miss him like crazy.
"Go get ready for bed. I have a surprise for you tonight," he says, kissing me again.
"Your banana isn't a surprise, Tate," I say, snorting.
He swats me on the ass, shaking his head. "Go, smartass."
"Bossy." I bite my lip to hide a smile, kind of hoping my surprise is his banana.
"Be quiet before you wake the kids," Tate growls, smacking my ass as he thrusts into me from behind. His balls smack against my pussy hard enough to sting.
"I can't be quiet!" I cry, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. My nipples drag across the bedding in the most delicious way, driving me higher. With my ass in the air and my chest pressed to the bed, all I can do is take what he gives me. Every powerful thrust sends a bolt of pleasure through me, each one rising in intensity. I feel like I'm going to crack apart.
"Bite the pillow, angel," he orders me. "Don't make me gag you."
My pussy clamps down on him, his threat making me wetter, hotter. I swear, his filthy mouth should come with a warning label. It does things to me that should be illegal.Hedoes things to me that should be illegal. After five years, there is nothing this man hasn't done to me, no way he hasn't taken me.
He even paid Finn an ungodly amount of money to create a VR version of one of my games. Only every character looked exactly like him. Four different versions of Tate made love to me at once that night. I'm still not entirely sure which one was real. He was everywhere at once. It was incredible. I couldn't look at Finn for a month straight.
Six weeks later, we found out I was pregnant with Quade. We haven't tried the game again. I'm a little afraid I'll end up pregnant again if we do. With Scout's surgery coming next year, I want to wait before we have another baby. There's no way I can juggle two babies, Gemma, and Scout's heart surgery.
"Fuck," Tate growls, gripping my hips in his hands and yanking me back onto him. "I love the way I look disappearing into that juicy cunt, Samara."
"Tate," I whine.
"What do you want, baby?"
"More," I demand.
"Greedy girl," he chuckles. His hands tighten on my hips, yanking them up higher. The change in angle is exactly what I need, but that's not enough for Tate. Oh no. He gives me everything he has, driving his hips into me until I'm biting the pillow, trying to cover my screams of ecstasy.
My orgasm rips through me like a bomb blast, detonating again and then again. I'm locked in place, pinned exactly where Tate wants me. He pounds into me, groaning about how good I feel coming all over him. How tight I am. He says the filthiest things as he comes with me.
And then the sweetest.
"God, angel," he groans, falling forward. His head lands against my back. "Every day, I find a new reason to fall in love with you. Five years, and the list keeps growing."
