Page 36 of Room One Hundred and Seven: Catch and Claim

When Kirby looks at me, my heart stutters. I kiss her forehead and murmur, “If you wanted kids, I’d be all for it because it’s you, but if it’s not something you want then I’m good with it.”

Kirby lets out a relieved sigh and then snuggles into us, her arms stretched wide to hold us to her. The feeling of being right where we’re supposed to be settles around me. When was the last time I’ve felt this way? I can’t even remember.

It’s as if we move as one, scooping our woman up and moving toward the bed. Yeah, we have the same idea and need—our woman naked and screaming our names.

Kirby gasps, “What are you doing?”

“Showing our woman how much her love means to us,” Hendrix’s voice is a octave lower than it normally is.

As he lays her down, he kisses her lips and his hands move to slowly strip her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous all laid out for us.

“We love you, little Phoenix,” Hendrix tells her as we stand and start to strip.

She smiles at us, showing us that we’ve done more than claim her and show her that she doesn’t need to keep running. We’ve made her happy.

And that is worth everything that has brought us right to this moment.

EPILOGUE

FIVE MONTHS LATER

KIRBY

As I look around the DSMC clubhouse, I’m a little shocked that this is my life. I never saw myself settling down in on place after spending so many years going wherever the next contract took me. But now that I’m here, I can admit that I wasn’t happy doing it even though I tried to convince myself I was.

Yes, I was independent and I felt empowered, but I was running from my past. I wasn’t willing to see it or admit it to myself. Now, with the love of my men, I can be honest with myself.

It’s like night and day having my men in my life. They make me feel seen without feeling like I’m burdened by my past. Sometimes I’m not sure how they manage it, but they do.

Hopefully I give them just as much as they give me.

Wolfe’s laughter comes from the other side of the main room of the clubhouse where he’s playing a game of pool with some of the brothers with a beer in his hand. I shake my head and find myself smiling as I watch him. He’s the most outgoing of my men and it shows, especially when we’re in situations like this.

I turn toward the bar to find Dominic and Hendrix leaningagainst the bar and chatting with Rites and Spark. They look relaxed which I’m thrilled to see. There have been times when they’ve been on edge over the last five months.

I understood why, but it sucked to feel like I couldn’t help them. At least, now, everything has been dealt with. It’s a weight off my men’s shoulders and I’m grateful as hell for that.

From what my men have told me, they didn’t spend a lot of time hanging out with the DSMC before. I think they started for me. Looking at Navy and the other old ladies of the club, I understand why they did it.

I didn’t even realize how much I needed some female friends, but my life is richer because of it. Having this family, of sorts, around me has helped me to feel more comfortable back in Seattle. I’m grateful as hell because I don’t feel the need to run.

Not anymore.

A heavy arm wraps around my shoulders and tucks me into a giant chest. When I look up, I give the giant holding me against him a big smile. Even though it’s not one of my men, I don’t feel panicked by the contact when I would have been before.

“Monk,” I greet him and snuggle into his side.

He’s huge, but he’s a big teddy bear, at least for his family. I look over and meet his old lady’s gaze. Rebel is amazing and we’ve talked a lot about how she’s helped this giant of a man come to terms with his past.

“How ya doing, little sister?”

“I’m great,” I tell him honestly.

I never expected to become the adopted sister of a biker, but here I am. His sister was taken and held with me and it’s becauseof her that I’m living the life I am now. I was devastated to find out that she took her own life all those years ago, but I don’t blame her for it. It wasn’t like I didn’t consider it myself, but something kept me going.

Monk has taken me into his family, life, and heart. I think it has a lot to do with his sister, but I’m okay with it. We’ve helped each other heal wounds we didn’t realize were still open and festering.

I’m not at all surprised when I’m pulled out of Monk’s hold and wrapped up in Hendrix’s arms. My man glares at the man who has become a brother to me, bonded by trauma and loss, but a brother all the same. I try and hide my smile, but it’s pretty much impossible when Rebel starts to giggle.

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