Page 69 of Bear

EPILOGUE

Bear

Two weeks later

Jupiter blows me akiss and revs her engine. I grin. Watching my little Tink hand these guys their asses on the track gets me hard as fucking nails.

“She looks like quite the handful,” Mckenna purrs in my ear. I flinch, because I like being startled about as much as I used to when she and I were a thing.

As much as I love Anvil and some of the other Tennessee Kings, they’re definitely outstaying their welcome. Anvil couldn’t let the feud with White Nation go, so we’ve been paying visits to some old enemies and picking off numbers when we can. I think I speak for all of the Uprising chapter when I say we’re a little short on Southern hospitality these days.

“She’s two fuckin’ handfuls, but you know me. I never back down from a challenge.”

“That’s not the way I remember it,” she says with a pout. “You didn’t fight for me.”

“Because you weren’t fuckin’ worth it,” I spit.

She reels back as if I just smacked her in the face.

“Everything alright here?” Butch asks, and I give him a sideways glance before turning my attention back to Tink. She and her opponent rev their engines again.

Mckenna goes to him, draping her arm around his shoulder. She nuzzles his neck. I get the distinct feeling she’s trying to make me jealous, but I feel nothing when I see the two of them together. No more hurt, no more betrayal, no more longing ... just fucking nothing.

“You know, we’re both sorry about how things went down,” Butch says.

I grin. “Oh, you mean fucking my ol’ lady?”

Mckenna narrows her eyes as if she’s waiting for me to explode. I laugh instead, and a crease forms between her brows. Mascara is smudged under her eyes, and she looks like shit. I’m starting to wonder what the hell I ever saw in her—maybe it was just that I wanted so much to be wanted, that I felt incomplete and that I needed another person to fill the holes war left in me. Whatever the case, I was a fucking idiot. Mckenna is just as much of a dick as Butch is. It just took meeting someone like Jupiter to see it.

“This one’s for you, Bobby Ray!” Jupiter shouts. I snap my head in the direction of the cars as their tires squeal and they fly across the pavement. I frown, because Butch and McKenna are distracting me with their bullshit.

“You’re not still mad, are you, Beary Bear?”

“That you were fucking this asshole behind my back for months? Nah,” I say with a cocky grin.

Jupiter comes in first, just like always, and she climbs out of the car and fist bumps Liam and Jeb.

“I was. For a long time—too long, in fact. But I’m good. You two betraying me turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me,” I say.

Jupiter pushes through the crowd and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing me square on the lips. I grip her ass and shove my tongue deep into her mouth. A whimper escapes her, and then she kisses me with the same amount of vigor and hunger to match mine. When we come up for air, she whispers, “I won!”

“No, darlin’. I did.”

She frowns, confusion stealing over her face. Mckenna clears her throat, and Jupiter turns and gasps. “Who are your friends? We never actually had a formal introduction.”

“They’re no friends of mine,” I reply. Mckenna’s fake smile vanishes, and I stare at my old Sergeant at Arms—whose eyes are firmly on Jupiter’s ass. “And, Butch, if you so much as think about stealing this little hellraiser, I’ll cut out your eyes and cut off your dick, and ram them down your throat.”

Jupiter presses her lips together to keep from laughing, but it spills over. “Have I ever told you how hot you are when you threaten people?”

“I think so, but you better show me again at home. Just to be sure.”

“Then take me home, biker.”

“You wanna ride on the back of my bike or drive yourself?”

“The boys can bring my baby home. I’m with you.”

“Damn fuckin’ straight you are.”

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