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“You ready for me?” he asked.

Faith answered by grasping his cock and notching him at her entrance. “If you don’t fuck me, husband, I might decide to just get myself off. You’ve been rubbing that hot cock against me every time we danced,” she growled.

He chuckled and slid into Faith, groaning. Fuck, her pussy always clasped him tightly.

“It’s going to be hard and fast. You rub your clit if you need help,” he said.

Faith shook her head. “Hard and fast is good.”

At her words, he thrust in and set a rhythm that had both of them panting in seconds and coming in minutes. He wasn’t even embarrassed he came so fast because Faith’s pussy squeezing his dick and her shout let him know loud and clear that she’d come first. He leaned against her with his beard brushing her neck.

“Oh my gosh, I thought we’d already had the best sex, but my man has skills he hasn’t shown me yet.”

Slice kissed her neck and then pulled back to stare into her eyes.

“I love you, Faith, so much. And there are plenty more skills for us to explore.”

“Woohoo,” she yelled, shaking her arms in the air, making his softening dick slide out with their combined fluids dripping out.

“Whoops,” she said.

“It’s a shop. Don’t worry about that. Worry about how sore your pussy is going to be after I ride it all night long in the clubhouse.”

“The clubhouse?” she asked.

“I’ve never had you in my room there. I asked to keep it through tonight because when we were watching Sons, you asked me why I never had you in my room like he did her. So tonight’s the night.”

Faith smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips.

“I think I’m looking forward to my husband showing me a good time in the clubhouse. Have I told you how wonderful today is?” she asked.

Slice nodded. He knew how wonderful it was because it was the same for him. He had it all.

Epilogue – Four years later

Slice held Faith’s hand as Deborah walked across the stage to the podium. His heart was so full that he wondered if he’d just burst. Micah, Isaiah, and Michael were thriving. And now, Deborah was graduating second in her class and giving the class speech. She hadn’t let either one of them see what she’d written. She’d headed to her Aunt Hope, and despite Faith and him trying to threaten Hope, she wouldn’t share.

“Welcome students, parents, family members, loved ones, and faculty. I’m thrilled to be here and be able to give our graduation speech.

“So much has changed in the four years that I’ve lived in Bluff Creek. I’ve found friends, played sports, and found a family who loves me unconditionally. I lost my birth mom early and had some bumps in the road before my mom and my dad welcomed me into their family.

“As I wondered what I needed to share for our graduation, I realized that I needed to share what my parents and myextended family shared with me the first night I met them and continued to show me over the years.

“Hope. Hope is the promise that there is something better out there. It’s the belief that there is light at the end of that dark tunnel. It’s an aspiration for more and a desire for a better day tomorrow.”

So today, I share with you the promise of hope. Each of you, whether you are students, faculty, loved ones, or family, has a chance at hope. No matter what circumstance you’re in, you can choose hope. Now, I was in a horrible situation at one time and was hopeless. I didn’t see any way out, and you might be in a situation like that too when you’re too young to make decisions for yourself. But I want you, if you feel hopeless, to reach out to someone—a teacher, a doctor, a first responder, one of the members of the bail bonds, or the MC. If you don’t have hope, then reach out and let someone else carry you and share their hope for a little while until you’re able to carry your own. Asking for help is not a weakness; it’s a sign of maturity.

“My parents have constantly reminded me that none of us is perfect, but perfection isn’t what we need. We need hope and love. So, as we embark on this next step in our lives, choose to have hope for the future and hope for how you can help other people’s futures too. We’re the next generation, and it’s on us to have a kind and loving world full of hope. May you always remember that you are strong, fierce, and can change the world when you keep hope alive. Thank you.”

Slice could feel Faith shaking against him and was sure he had tears pouring down his face at his oldest baby’s words.

“I want to be Deborah when I graduate,” said Hannah, and Leah nodded beside her. Slice swallowed through his tears so he could answer them.

“You don’t need to be Deborah. You need to be the amazing women you are,” Slice said to the girls, his fourteen-year-old and fifteen-year-old who’d been with them for a year.

Although he and Faith still did emergency foster care, Hannah and Leah were the last of their long-term fosters whom they adopted. He and Faith had decided that six kids were plenty for them.

He never could have imagined how his life would change on Christmas Eve when he was doing Santa’s Slay MC deliveries. It had been the best four years of his life, and he couldn’t wait to see what the next forty brought. It would be a little different with Deborah in Wichita attending Wichita State University for a social work degree. She wanted to work with kids in foster care and help them have a good experience. He and Faith couldn’t be prouder of her.

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