Page 123 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
“You’re gonna stay,” he said.
“I don’t know if I’m gonna join The Road Rebels again. I’m still not sure how I stand with that on Emery’s part.”
“And for the first time tonight, I realized why you stand in that position,” he said. “I’ll respect any decision you make regarding your involvement in them. I’m just so happy the two of you are coming back to me.”
Then, I saw it. The small little tear in his eye he’d never allow himself to shed. I rose up and captured his lips lightly on mine, a small kiss that communicated so very much. Our arms threaded around each other so our tongues could dance with fury, and soon our lips were swelling underneath the pressure of one another’s as my legs spread to accommodate his body.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he said. “We’re gonna sleep through the morning, and possibly through lunch.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Then, I’m gonna treat you to a nice dinner in town before we head back to my mother’s to get Emery.”
“Sounds good,” I said, smiling.
“We probably won’t get there until really late at night, so we’ll probably just sneak into her house. I know where the spare key is.”
“Sounds exciting,” I said as his cock grew against my thigh.
“We can’t take my bike since we’ll be coming back with Emery, but I figured your van’s probably safe now to drive,” he said as he inched closer to my entrance.
“Probably,” I said breathlessly.
“The Devil Saints are being locked away as we speak, and The Road Rebels will be here to help you navigate the rest of the waters you need to with Agent Mahoney if she shows back up.”
The tip of his throbbing cock breached my entrance, and I moaned at the feeling as my head lobbed back.
“Oh, this neck of yours,” he said, growling.
I felt his lips attach to my skin as he slowly sank his cock deep into my body. My legs were trembling, weak from the pleasure he’d given me when he first got him. His teeth grazed along my skin, threatening to take a chunk out of me as he trailed down to my shoulders.
There, he sunk his teeth in and marked me as his own.
“Shit! Hawk!”
“While we’re at my mother’s, we’re gonna talk to Emery. I don’t want my daughter leaving that house without her knowing that the woman who took care of her is her grandmother.”
“Anything you say,” I said breathlessly.
“Then we’re all gonna come back as a family, we’re gonna get you moved into the house, and then we’re gonna tuck Emery into bed. It’s a long drive, and she’ll be tired by the time we get back.”
He slowly rocked his hips against mine, and I could feel his cock pulsing against my walls. I pressed my chest into his as my hands ran up his arms, taking in every sinewy divot of his rippling features as I tried to catch my breath.
“Okay. Okay. That sounds good. Please, Hawk. I need more,” I said.
“Under one condition,” he said as his eyes connected with mine.
“Anything,” I said, whispering.
“Marry me,” he said.
My eyes flew open while his cock seated itself deep into me. I swallowed hard as my hands cupped his face, and the smile that bloomed across his cheeks told me he was serious. This beautiful man, who was the father of my child and almost got himself killed in order to protect us, was asking me to marry him.
“Syd, I’ve loved you from the moment I first kissed you. From the moment I lost my virginity to you. From the moment I first learned your name on the playground. There wasn’t a day that went by after you left that I didn’t think about you. There wasn’t a thing that surrounded me that didn’t spark a memory of you. You entered into my life as a friend on the playground and quickly became the only woman I knew I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. Sydney Marshal, will you marry me?”
I threw myself up to him and encased his body with mine. I peppered his neck with kisses as tears of joy wafted down my face. Our bodies plummeted to the bed as Hawk began pumping himself into me, filling me to the brim as one word dripped from my lips over and over and over again.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Epilogue
Hawk
“Daddy!”
I watched as my little girl came running up to me. Her auburn curls were bouncing up and down as I picked her up within my arms. I spun her around, listening to her giggles pour over my ears while Sydney cooked dinner in the kitchen. I covered Emery’s face with kisses before I sat her down, then I watched as she took off across the backyard for the guest house.
“Come play, Daddy!” she exclaimed.
“I’ll be right there, princess!”
It had been a year since I had proposed to Syd. She said yes as we climaxed together that night we succeeded over the Devil Saints, and we were married five months later. Emery and Syd had moved in with me, though Syd made the decision to keep herself and Emery away from the club for now. Much to her shock, everyone understood and respected her decision, telling her that should she ever be ready to put that leather jacket back on again, all she had to do was let someone know. All I cared about was having my family around me, and every single day since we got rid of the Saints I got to wake up and gaze into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Before her runner-up came running and diving into our bed.
Telling Emery who my mother and I were wasn’t actually as hard as I thought it was going to be. By the time we got back to Emery and my mother that next day, she was already asking questions. She had cornered my mother, point-blank asking her if I was her father, and I walked through the door just in time to tell her ‘yes.’ She was full of questions, like ‘where were you?’ and ‘can I come live with you?’. My heart soared with joy when I told her she was coming to live with me, and I cried tears of joy with my daughter in my arms as my mother got to hear her official title for the first time.
Grandma.
Emery said she loved ‘her special grandma’ before we left.
My mother came and visited much more often now. She practically lived in the guest house while we were preparing for the wedding. It was a small ceremony in the backyard with my mother and my daughter as bridesmaids and Mac and Talon as my best men. My mother was more than happy to stay with Emery at the house while Syd and I shipped off to Mexico for a little honeymoon, but we cut it short because we missed Emery way too much.
It took Syd a little while to settle into things. She found herself an air traffic controller job at a small airport not too far from here, which kept her busy whenever Emery was in school. Every day I got to come home from the mechanic’s shop and listen to Emery chatter on and on about her new friends and her awesome teachers, and every single time she crawled into my lap
I knew we’d made the right decision for her.
We didn’t keep Emery away from the members of the club that wanted a relationship with her, but we didn’t bring her around the mechanic’s shop or the club area.
Syd was in the process of redecorating our home. She was tossing out old furniture and slowly moving in new, more comfortable furniture. I found out very quickly that a cheap couch from the bargain stores doesn’t hold up for long when you have a child running around the house, so with each paycheck, Syd received she would purchase something new. I’d come home, and a few of our wedding pictures would be hung up. Sometimes I would come in, and curtains would be up on the walls.
There was even one time I came home, and our entire bedroom was rearranged.
I kept telling her that I could get the guys to do all this for us, but she insisted on doing it herself. She said she always loved the smile on my face whenever I walked in and saw something new, and that she wanted to keep putting that smile there herself. I would always make a joke about christening the new furniture and giving each piece some sort of fun little name.
And every time I would mention it, we would christen it with our bodies, and somehow the piece of furniture would either end up with my name or hers.
Every single night I explored Syd’s body. Even when she was too tired, I’d simply let her lay there while I kissed and traced every single outline she had to offer. Every time I turned around, there was something different about her. A freckle I hadn’t kissed or a stretch mark I hadn’t traced with my tongue.
Her body was an ever-changing landscape of places I could put my lips, and all I wanted to do was sink myself into her fountain of youth and swim within her for hours.
“Hey sweetheart,” Syd said as I came inside and kissed her. “Where’s Emery?”
“In the guest house, as always,” I said.
“You know you shouldn’t have done that, right?” she asked. “She’s never gonna wanna come up to this house.”
