Page 118 of Where We Promise

Killian added, “we’re here as your allies for as long as you’ll have us.”

Giles nodded and blew out a breath, finally sliding his leather cut over his chest. The president patch freshly sewn in. He’d be heading back to Richland to take over with Brick at his side, and his recently appointed old lady, Sadie.

Wesley’s cut had a new vice president patch in place, and my cut…it was going to be new for me, but it was my choice. Something I wanted.

We bid our goodbyes to Brick and Giles as they started out on the road, then walked back toward the club.

Killian patted my back and smirked.

“How does it feel to wear our colors?”

The cut felt the same as my old one did. “I think being a Stone Rider is going to be a lot less work.”

Wes laughed. “Oh, you think so?”

I smirked, straddling my bike as the two of them continued in toward the club. “I hope so. I’m ready for easy.”

They agreed, nodding as I took off.

The road led back into town, until I was pulling into a familiar neighborhood. Bill, the guard, gave me a quick salute as he opened the gate and my bike rumbled down the manicured street.

I always garnered looks from our neighbors as I rode down the lane on my bike, wearing my cut. I smiled, and even waved at a few of the khaki-wearing folks gawking.

Then I pulled into my drive and my heart seemed to settle as I parked and took off my bucket helmet.

Over on the swing, under the willow tree was my wife, holding our son in her lap as she gently swung. Her eyes lifted as I walked toward her.

She smiled and my world felt right.

The closer I got, she suddenly stood from the swing and placed Connor up against her shoulder. She tucked her midnight hair behind her ears, and then I was in front of her, taking Connor from her.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” I grinned as I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

We walked back to the house, Connor’s tiny fingers moving over my patches, over the raven I had placed on my patch, and then the wildflower I had sewn into it.

“The club?” Pen asked, staring at the ground as we walked.

My free hand found hers as I pulled her into the house.

“Belongs to Giles now. I’m officially a Stone Rider.”

Her smile was infectious as her hands found my jaw, her fingers tracing my lips.

“You’re mine, Jameson King. Always and forever, you’re mine and I’m yours.”

I leaned in to kiss her. “Sounds perfect to me.”

“Ready to start our lives, Mrs. King.” I shut our door and followed my wife up the stairs.

Penny breathed, “Yes.”

Our eyes locked. “Promise?”

Her smile vanished as our mouths connected and we got lost to our lust. When we finally broke apart, she stared up into my eyes and whispered.

“Promise.”

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