Page 78 of Sunshine & Sinful

Nipping his bottom lip, I wrap my legs around his waist, refusing to let him get away. “You’d better. Tarek and Fog are gonna kill you.” More like they’ll be surprised. Maybe a little grossed out. Who knows? That’s another bridge we have to cross.

He shrugs as if he’s not the least worried about them. “They’ll get over it.”

“They will,” I agree with a nod.

“I love you, Sweets.” Sunshine pulls back and meets my gaze. “I mean that.”

This man…

My heart skips a beat.

Tugging the tip of his beard, I grin. “You always have.”

“And I always fuckin’ will.”

EPILOGUE

A tattoo needle buzzes across my inner thigh as Pixie forever marks me with his name—Colton. The script is beautiful. It’s his. He wrote it.

Putting someone’s name on you is supposed to be the kiss of death. Ask me if I care. I don’t. I want his name down there, beside my pussy, so anytime he’s getting me off, he sees who I belong to. Him.

Lolling my head to the side, I look over to my husband, my old man, as Jade, a curvy, dark-haired artist at Pixie’s all-female shop, inks a wedding band with my initial on his ring finger. As if the brand wasn’t enough, he wanted a tattoo. And by brand, I mean metal into a fire and scorching flesh. That happens tonight at the mother chapter compound in front of all the brothers. Thankfully, Dark never had one—a brand for me. The forever claiming mark many of the Sacred Sinner men endure for their women. Perhaps it was because we were too young when we got together, or maybe it was because he intended to cheat. Not that it matters either way. It’s easierto end things when you don’t have someone’s initial to carve out of your skin.

I’m married now.

To Sunshine.

The black coffin ring on my left hand says so.

It’s perfect, by the way. Thoughtful. Unique. Something I never plan to take off.

Our wedding wasn’t anything fancy. A ride on Sunshine’s Harley to the courthouse after a quick phone call to my sons, who already knew this was going to happen sooner or later. How or why… I don’t know, but they didn’t sound surprised. We asked Till to act as our witness, and within an hour, we were standing at our local courthouse, saying “I do” in regular clothes in front of a judge.

We spent our wedding night at home and left to ride here this morning—as an unofficial honeymoon.

“I can’t believe you married Sunshine.” Pixie giggles as she swipes the ink residue from my pale skin.

“Why not? He’s perfect.”

Shaking her head, focusing on her fine lines, Pixie snorts good-naturedly. “His job is to dispose of dead bodies.”

“Exactly. He’s perfect.” I flash her a wide smile. Who else would make a better partner? Seriously. Consider it. I know I did. Isn’t it everyone’s dream to have a partner who loves you, worships you, and has your back no matter what? It doesn’t hurt he’s smoking hot. Who wouldn’t want to hit that? Gray and black hair. Gray eyes. Tattoos. Muscles. A beard any woman would want to ride on. It’s a no-brainer.

Could we have waited?

Yes.

Would he have waited for me to decide?

Yes.

But why?

So I could double and triple-check what I already know to be true?

If I’ve learned anything… it’s that life is short. Don’t waste it.

“How’s it goin’, Sweets?” Sunshine gestures to my tattoo.

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