Page 146 of Parrish

Epilogue

Reina Parrish

Six months later

Threading my fingers through Jack’s short hair, I hold the back of his head steady and lift my hips. His tongue continues to lap at me as I grind against his mouth, chasing my orgasm.

“Give it to me,” he growls, sucking my clit between his teeth.

Such a demanding lover.

I love that about him.

Spreading my thighs wider, I lift my hips. He flicks his tongue again and my body surrenders to his mouth. His name sounds from my lips as my body shudders and my pussy quakes against his open mouth.

“That’s a girl,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue between my lips.

A thorough lover too.

My legs fall from his shoulders and I release my hold on his head. Meeting his gaze, I watch him lick his lips.

“You like that, do you?” I ask, catching my breath.

“Best meal of the day,” he teases, giving my thigh a gentle pat. Climbing around me, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and flashes me a smile. One that reaches those dark eyes of his.

It’s contagious and I instantly return the gesture.

“Come back to bed,” I say, reaching for him. He lets me pull him towards me and drops a kiss on my lips.

“Can’t,” he replies against my mouth. “I promised Danny I’d take him to the batting cages.”

With another peck to my lips, he stands from the bed. I watch as he moves around the room, collecting his clothes. The excitement radiates off him in spades and makes my heart soar.

He’s no longer a man bound to his club, but a man bound to his family.

The Bulldog perished the day he took his kutte off. A piece of him will always live in Jack but the sinner has been laid to rest. His brothers are all very much a part of our life. Like we’re there to celebrate all the Pastore family milestones, we’re also there sharing in the beautiful that graces the Satan’s Knights. Like when the men rode in Maria’s honor and raised money for breast cancer research and the birth of Layla and Pipe’s baby boy. The Satan’s Knights will always be part of the Parrish family. But these days Jack doesn’t wake to ride.

He’s up early every morning and cooks our son breakfast. He picks him up from school and after I help Danny with his homework, he and Jack spend some time together. Sometimes they throw the ball around in the yard, other times they hang out in the garage tinkering with a bike Jack bought off the lot of Pipe’s garage. The goal is for them to rebuild it together and when the time comes, Jack plans to teach Danny how to ride it.

I don’t know how I feel about my son riding. I have years to figure that out. What I do know is I love the fact they’re making memories together. All I ever wanted for Jack is to realize he’s worthy of being a husband and father. That he deserves our love. I think he’s finally understanding that.

Reaching for my robe, I slide my arms through the sleeves and scramble out of bed.

“What are you doing?” he asks, lacing his boots. “Go back to bed. When you wake up, go get your nails done or whatever it is you do when you take my credit card and disappear for hours,” he adds with a smirk.

I playfully swat his arm.

“You really missed your calling as a comedian, Parrish.”

“It’s never too late,” he replies, wrapping his arms around my waist. Pulling me between his legs, he lifts his head and stares up at me. “We got options and all the time in the world to explore them.”

“Honey, I was joking. You’re really not that funny.”

He laughs and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound.

I wished for that.

Just as I wished for him.

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