Page 66 of Property of Saint

“Again,” he demands. And gets his wish granted.

“Again.”

I want to tell him I can’t, but my body betrays me.

“Now, with me.”

I’m spent, I can’t possibly… oh, maybe. Oh oh… I scream at exactly the same time he lets out a roar.

“Milk me, just like that babe, oh yeah, fuckin’ yeah.”

My final orgasm feels like it keeps on going, encouraged by the ejaculations I swear I can feel coating my insides. It seems like an age before my muscles stop spasming, and his pumps start to weaken and fade.

When he rolls over, his softening cock is still inside me.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Fuckin’ love you back. Now let me have a quick rest, darlin’, ‘cause we’re about to do that again.”

If it keeps getting better, he might kill me. But in such a way, I’d have no complaints. I’d go out with a big damn smile on my face.

EPILOGUE

SAINT

FIVE WEEKS LATER

Though Pippa is my old lady, and now proudly wears her property patch – much to the dismay of the bunnies – there’s one thing missing, she’s never yet ridden behind me on my bike. I don’t really count that first night when I tied her on and she was unconscious.

But hopefully, today, all that changes. Doc is coming to take her cast off. And if all is okay with her leg, then I’m taking her for more than one type of ride tonight.

Fuck knows I never wanted an old lady, but fate stepped in and took me unawares. And every day that I spend with her, just shows me how right it is.

Bullseye likes the idea of us building on the property we own, so we’ve already got plans to build a house. In fact, Freak’s planning to do likewise, thinking his son would be safer if they were both living within the confines of the compound.

Pippa’s become such a fixture in the clubhouse that I doubt many of us would easily remember a time when she wasn’t there.She’s organised the bunnies so not only do they spread their legs, but under her supervision and guidance, they cook for us. And Trixie’s proving herself a great bartender, so the prospects have more time to spare.

True to her word, she’s been coaching Ace, with Genie listening in. Freak’s even admitted a soft spot for her, as she’s doing her best to keep his son safe, while not trying to stop what he loves doing. Fuck knows where that kid will go with his life, he’s a fucking genius.

“Hey, Pip, Doc’s here,” Tempest shouts.

She shoots him a glance, half delighted that she’s going to get rid of her cast, and half not looking forward to seeing the man who a few weeks ago tried to molest her. “No one leaves me alone with him, okay?”

As if I would. But it’s not only me. When Doc comes in, followed by Bronwyn carrying his heavy bag – which Short immediately relieves her of – half a dozen brothers follow us up to our room.

With my hand held in hers, she sits on the bed, her cast stretched out in front of her.

“Can’t say how the fuck this has healed,” Doc warns. “You’re the one who refused proper help and X-rays.”

She doesn’t answer him, just grasps my hand tighter.

Taking out some sort of medical shears, he cuts through the plaster. All eyes are on her leg, which looks thin, but straight. He places his hands on her, and I draw in air, silently promising if he moves them one inch higher, then he’s going to feel my fist in his face.

“Feels good,” he pronounces. “Take it easy, don’t push it too hard. Exercise will get the muscle tone back.”

As I lean down to kiss her, I hear Doc’s voice from behind me. “For fuck’s sake, girl, pack the bag right.”

I also don’t miss Short’s sharp inhale, or the way he steps in, saying curtly, “I’ll carry that bag.”

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