Page 35 of Biker Daddy's Girl

More cheering, but I don't wait.

"When we started the club, I told our brothers who followed me that we would expand. That we'd spread our ideals and our brotherhood to other worthy men. Today is the day we start to do just that. In the clubhouse we've built here, another Iron Guardian chapter is born!"

More applause as the riders in the crowd raise their voices and shout with enthusiasm, as if they can't wait to see where we go. "As leader, I'd like to extend my congratulations to our new leader, Gunnar!" I hand Gunnar the keys.

He takes them and holds them up high, getting more applause before turning to face the crowd. "We're all about community in this chapter! About being a force for good!" Gunnar yells out, his deep voice booming and resonant.

"And lastly, I want to say thank you to my beautiful wife, who not only made me into a better man but gave us the first baby Guardian. My son, Deke, who now has the scariest entourage of any one-month-old ever."

Everyone laughs, and Emma beams with pride. Deke, meanwhile, is passed out still despite the noise, tiny hands curled into fists.

Emma joins my side, slipping her arm around me, and I kiss the top of her head as Gunnar speaks a few words of thanks for the support the chapter has shown, but my eyes are only for Emma. I think back to our wedding day, just months after my proposal, our son already growing in her belly. Then, just last month, her college graduation, her gown rounded in the front, Macy and Sarah both in the crowd cheering her on alongside me.

"I love you," I whisper as Gunnar finishes up.

She smiles and kisses me, my arm going around her back to hold her close to me. "I love you too."

Damn, how did I get so lucky?

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

Sixteen Years Later

Luke Morgan is a monument of stoicism—tough and unshakable. He's fearless, always ready to dive into danger when necessary for the greater good. The leader of the ever-expanding Iron Guardians.

I've seen fear in him twice. The first time was when I gave birth to Deke, and then the second was when I had our twins five years later, Lila and Lily.

Now is the first time I've ever seen it outside the delivery room, and despite my own trepidation, I can't help but laugh. It's Deke's 16th birthday, and the Harley Sportster he and Luke picked out last week has finally been delivered.

Deke worked all summer last year to save up for it, and Luke surprised everyone by paying for the bike himself and letting his son keep his money, saying it was a reward for earning it all himself. Luke still wants our boy to be humble, though, so it's a used model being dropped off.

I can tell from Deke's face, though, that it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Now our son is sitting on his bike, and Luke is going over the basics so he can begin to learn how to ride. Of course, there had been lessons on Luke's bike, but having his own was a different animal altogether.

I've never seen Luke so stressed. The worry on his face is a completely new look for him. He's just standing in front of Deke as he shows him how to handle the bike and use the clutch and throttle, and he's telling him what it takes to stay balanced on it. I don't really know a whole lot about riding, but I know he's teaching him right. I'd picked up the basics over the years.

"Once around the parking lot now," Luke says, stepping back to join me, wiping sweat off his brow. We're in the huge parking lot of the Iron Guardians clubhouse, and there are more than a few members scattered about pretending to work on their own bikes or have conversations while they watch Deke. The Iron Guardian baby, all grown up.

"He's fine," I whisper, leaning against my husband. He instinctively loops his arm around me and pulls me close. It's been sixteen years, and still, when we touch, a warm thrill rushes through me. His hands still send shivers through my body when he caresses my bare skin. "You worry too much."

"He's too young," Luke insists. Deke gets the bike rolling and Luke watches, worried. "It's a big responsibility. Maybe he should wait another year."

"Luke, it's time." I don't like telling my husband what to do, but I've got a lot of years of experience. "Also, it's a parking lot." I can't hide the humor in my voice. It's a big, fenced-off, flat expanse of cement, not a cliff face to be conquered. Deke's already shown that he's ready, that he understands how to ride. He just needs some room to try on his own for a bit. "It'll be fine."

The motorcycle rumbles through the parking lot as Luke and I stand and watch our son on the bike, riding through the afternoon sun. Our daughters are already with my mother for the week—Luke and I are taking our first couple vacation in a long time—and tonight when we board the plane, Luke will be house-sitting for the first time, too.

With a group of Iron Guardians watching the house at all times, of course.

He wanted one ride before we left, and our son knows he isn't allowed on the motorcycle until we get back. Luke is going to be a wreck when road lessons start, I can already feel it.

"Just think about our trip," I murmur to him. "Cancun. The white sand beaches. The sun..."

I let the words trail off as he wraps his arm tighter around my shoulder and smiles down at me. It's working.

"I know it'll be good, honey." Then a note of teasing enters his voice. "But you forgot the best part. You in a bikini. I saw that new little red number you bought."

I flush, looking down at the ground, my good mood taking a hit. Ugh. I did buy a new suit, excited to show it off to my husband, but when I tried it on at home for the first time yesterday, I was struck with how much my body has changed since we first met. Three kids and sixteen years have made me thicker, and somehow, Luke is just as muscled and fit as ever.

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