Page 102 of Elling & Jackie

Epilogue

A month later ~

Jackie arrived at the rental house and parked along the street. Elling lifted the battery-powered screw gun and drilled the screw into the end of the blind in the front window. After spending last night in the house without any window coverings, he wanted to make sure tonight, they had privacy in the house.

"Your woman's here." Peer grabbed Tyr before he could crawl into the fireplace.

"Ja." He watched her through the window and witnessed her hesitation in the driveway when she looked over the half a dozen motorcycles parked in front of the garage.

She spotted him as she walked to the door. Through the window, she raised her brows in question. He hadn't prepared her for having Slag members at the house, but if she wanted the bedframe put together and the living room furniture delivered, he needed help.

If he could survive her family members showing up to see where she was going to live and giving them a tour of the house, she could put up with his MC brothers for a couple of hours.

She stepped through the open front door and sought him out, ignoring the others. He stayed by the window and kissed her when she approached him. "Good day at work?"

With the announcement to Mr. Garrison that she would be living away from the hotel, she had also put in a request to be moved to day shift—which they'd approved. That way, they could spend their evenings together.

"Busy, but it made the day go faster." She looked at the blinds. "I like that color."

"It's just gray." He patted her ass. "Did you pick up dinner?"

She glanced at the others in the room and then leaned closer. "I only bought enough for us. I didn't know they'd be here."

Tyr squealed behind him. Jacqueline peeked around his body and smiled at the sight of the baby. Apparently, his woman had a soft spot for kids.

"I forgot to call and let you know Roar and Lizzy are bringing pizza over." He drilled in the last screw and set the tool on the couch out of reach of Tyr.

"Oh, okay." She undid the collar of her shirt. "They're the ones with the new baby, right?"

"Ja." He took the bag out of her hand and passed it to Marcus, pointing at the kitchen. "Put this in the fridge."

Slipping his hand into hers, he led her to the bedroom. Taking her inside, he shut the door.

"Go ahead and change your clothes. There's wet paint in the kitchen. You're not going to want to ruin your uniform." He flopped on the bed and latched his hands behind his head.

She pulled the elastic out of her hair and scratched her scalp, sending the long strands down her back. His cock pulsed in appreciation. He liked living with her. There were many things he'd missed out on while he was seeing her at the hotel.

She took a lot of showers which he enjoyed watching or joining in on.

Every night she painted her toenails. How she contorted her body to reach her pinky toes always got him thinking about bedtime and when he'd be able to make love to her again.

Her one-sided conversations with her sister on the phone in the evenings amused him as he sat on the porch and listened to her go on and on about the craziest things.

Every night she liked to walk around the backyard, telling him about her day. He'd share how he worked on his Harley or helped stock The Fire Ring. Unimportant stuff, but he found himself enjoying the times together when she listened to him talk.

She slipped on a pair of jeans that were ripped in all the right places and added a white tank top with some band name across her breasts that was half faded and he couldn't make it out any longer. Slipping on a pair of Vans, she went over to the bed and kissed him thoroughly.

He appreciated that, too. Every time he turned around, she liked to snuggle up to him for a smooch.

"Now that I'm more comfortable." She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed. "You should introduce me to my enemies."

He swatted her ass. She laughed. Behind closed doors, they handled each other's families in their own way. It seemed to work for both of them. They hadn't started a war between the two motorcycle clubs yet.

"Just be careful if they do a beatdown." He ran his tongue over his lip that'd healed from being split open by her brothers.

She stopped in front of the bedroom door, put her hands into fists and raised them chest high like she stood a chance at fighting against Slag. When he chuckled, she bounced from foot to foot.

"Who do you think taught my brothers to fight?" She tilted her head. "That's right. Me."

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