Page 26 of Their Holly Bell

Epilogue One

Jasper

Christmas Eve

“Honeys, I’m home.” I sing, walking in the door. I just got back from picking up a very important gift for our woman. I walk into the kitchen and find Quinn stealing a cookie out of one of the boxes Holly packaged up for tonight’s dinner at Pres and Emersen’s house.

“Ohhh, she is going to have your ass for stealing one of those cookies!” I warn.

He turns around with a cookie in one hand and stares at me innocently. “Hey, babe.” He mumbles around a mouthful of cookie.

She worked on these for half the day yesterday, making enough for everyone to have their own box to take home. She wouldn’t let us have one because she wanted to make sure there were enough for everyone else.

Not able to resist, I walk up to Quinn and kiss him. I still can’t believe he loves me back. I never pictured our lives ending up like this and I have to say reality is far better than anything I could have dreamed up. “You taste good babe, but she’s going to get you.”

He laughs and kisses me back. “You were gone a while. Were you able to pick it up?” Quinn asks me.

“Yep. I have it in the back of the truck.”

“Hello, my sexy men. You ready to go?” Holly asks, walking into the kitchen wearing dark jeans, knee-high boots, and an off-the-shoulder black sweater. She’s too fucking sexy for her own good.

“After you get your sweet ass over here and give me a proper hello. I haven’t seen you since this morning woman.”

She bites her lip and then runs to me, jumping into my arms.

“Oomph, a little warning next time Doll.” She giggles and kisses the shit out of me, making my already hard dick rock solid, and seeking the heat of something tight and wet.

“If you two don’t stop we’re not getting over there for a while and I really don’t want to listen to Emersen rip us a new one for being late.”

Holly giggles and slides down my front, rubbing her pussy against my aching dick. She’s a fucking tease, and I love it!

We walk out to the truck, and I get into the driver’s side while Quinn helps Holly into the passenger’s side. Quinn scoots in and closes the door still scowling. Holly laughs at him and cuddles up next to me. “You laugh, but she’s not going to be bitching at you because of y’all’s girl posse.”

“Oh, quit your bitching and love me.”

“I do,” he says, leaning down and giving her a kiss.

After a couple of hours of eating and drinking, the part of the night we’ve been waiting for is here. All the officers of the club and their old ladies, as well as Lana, are here gathered around the tree, and its gift time.

When Emersen told us there would be a gift exchange tonight, we knew this was a perfect time. We’ve all opened one gift except for Holly. I almost caved and gave it to her when she gave Quinn and me ours.

“Here Doll, this one is from Quinn and me.” She looks at the box in my hands and reaches over, grabbing it slowly.

“What is it?” She asks, shaking it.

“I guess you’ll have to open it and find out.”

She rips into it excitedly. Tearing open the box, she freezes when she sees what’s in her hands. She says nothing, staring down at the leather jacket with the Steel Daggers MC patch. She traces the stitching of both our names ‘Property of Jester and Rash’ and a lone tear falls down her cheek. She wipes it away, and another one falls.

The room has gone silent, and everyone is watching, waiting. It takes her a minute to look up at us. I’m not going to lie, that fucking minute cost me a year off my life.

“You want me to be your old lady?”

“Precious we love you, and there’s never going to be anyone more perfect than you to complete our family. Say you’ll be our old lady and wear our property patch.”

She looks at me, hopeful. “Be ours forever baby. Ride on the back of our bikes, be an official member of the old lady posse, and have your secret meetings in the closet.”

Emersen and Chelsea laugh as so do their men.

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