Page 109 of Lockout

Focusing on the rest of the vows, I cried along with the other women as Syl and Rainer shared their first kiss.

The party afterward was one for the books, and when my unsuspecting biker was just a little drunk, I pulled him away from his brothers.

“Hey there, Mrs. Sharpe.”

“I’m not Mrs. Sharpe yet,” I countered.

He shrugged, pulling me into his arms and swaying with me to the music that filled the air. “You’re mine.”

“I am,” I told him with a smile. “Know what else is yours?”

He gave me a wicked grin. “That pussy.”

I laughed. “Well, yes, but PG-13 answer, Lock.”

He frowned. “I don’t know. What?”

Grabbing his hand, I brought it down to where my uterus was. Of course his hand was so big it covered a lot of area so I had to scoot it up so it didn’t look like he was palming my vag in the middle of the wedding reception.

His frown deepened. “Cables, just-”

“I’m pregnant.”

The swaying stopped as he stared down at me. “Seriously?”

I searched his face. All I could see was shock, but I was hoping happiness was about to show up or I might cry. “Yeah.”

He let out a shout so loud, I actually jumped. Then he crushed me against his body, my feet off the damn ground, and spun me around.

“You’re going to get puked on,” I warned him, holding on for dear life.

“Sorry,” he said with a laugh and put me down. He kissed me, hard, for about two seconds, then he was off.

“What’s going on?” Dani and Billie asked as they walked up. The rest of the women were hot on their heels.

“I’m pregnant!” I told them, grinning. Earlier in the day I’d pulled Sylvia aside and asked if I could tell Lockout some good news on her big day. She’d told me that this was time for family and she wanted all the good news. That it was all good luck for her and that she wouldn’t have a life if it hadn’t been for these bikers.

Staring around at my smiling, crying friends as they hugged me, I knew exactly what she meant. This was my family now. Because of those bikers. None of this would have been possible without them. And they deserved the world for being the kind of men who made such a positive change in the world.

They deserved every happiness. And so did I. And these women. And the children. We were all so incredibly lucky to be here. To have one another. I stared across the lawn as all the men gathered around Lockout, slapping him on the back.

I was fortunate to have fallen in love with a motorcycle club president. A good man. And we were going to spend the rest of our lives loving each other. No fairy tale could have prepared me for my own happily ever after. But I was hanging onto it with both hands.

EPILOGUE

Lockout

Eight years later

“What’re you doing?”

I froze as I shut my office door, then looked over my shoulder and down. I would recognize that voice anywhere.

Butcher and Isla’s daughter blinked up at me. Her face was solemn as she watched me turn back around and lock my office door. I had to do that now with so many kids living here. This door and the one to the armory always stayed locked. There was too much shit for kids to get into.

“I was going to go for a walk,” I told her.

Bay was the spitting image of her father. Right down to the emotionless hazel eyes. Whatever…condition…he had, he’d passed down to his daughter. And possibly to the son Isla had just given birth to a couple days ago.

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