Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

“But can you live with that choice forever? Forever’s a long time.”

It was, but… “Tess, just so you know… forever will never be long enough.”

Guaranteed.

Epilogue

RISING FROM THE ASHES

“We didn’t have to do this, you know,” Tess murmured, sidling up to Easy and bumping her shoulder against his.

He stood near the temporary archway in the courtyard where they would say their vows. Once again, she worried about him feeling forced. He understood where that came from and hoped that one day the damage her mother had caused would disappear.

They were working on it, but it was a long, bumpy road.

“I wear your cut. It means the same to me.”

To him, it was similar but not the same. “No, Tess, want you havin’ my last name. Want you to get rid of your old one. That one means nothin’. Mine will mean somethin’. We’re a fuckin’ family. Ethan has my name, you should, too.”

He looked at his woman, her long brown hair falling softly around her shoulders in the big, bouncy curls Teddy Bryson had given her. The salon owner had also done her makeup perfectly. It wasn’t overdone but emphasized all her features he loved so much.

Her dark brown eyes stared up at him full of something that he was fucking lucky to be the recipient of. Love. And every time he saw it in her eyes or heard the words cross her lips, it hit him hard in the chest.

Every damn time.

His future wife looked sexy as fuck in an ivory-colored sundress that hugged her now bigger tits since she was still breastfeeding, wider hips and what was left of her baby belly. He didn’t care if her gut—what she called her “pooch”—ever went away because it had housed and nurtured his almost six-month-old son.

She didn’t buy an actual wedding dress because she wanted to wear his cut like Stella had and they both wanted this day to be relaxed and fun. A party, just the same as her brother’s wedding.

Also like theirs, the Fury’s allies, the Dirty Angels and Dark Knights, had used it as an excuse to ride up for the weekend to celebrate and socialize, making The Barn and the surrounding area once again a sea of bikers, women and children. Just like the last time they all got together, the ol’ ladies wore their cuts, and so did the kids, proudly and clearly identifying to whom and where they belonged.

Including his own son.

Easy had a tiny denim Fury cut made for Ethan but since he would outgrow it quickly, he decided to change it up for the wedding. The top rocker said “property of” like normal but the bottom rocker was embroidered with “Easy & Tess.”

Maybe one day their son would wear his own cut. When he was old enough, if he decided to join the Fury, Easy would be more than good with it. If Ethan wanted to head some mega-corporation, he’d be okay with that, too. He just wanted his kid to be happy and live a good life, the same as he wanted for his ol’ lady and soon-to-be wife.

Movement near the stone lot in front of The Barn caught his eye and he glanced over Tessa’s head to see that his wedding present for her had arrived.

Easy murmured to Tess, “Babe, you know who that is talkin’ to Trip?” He tipped his head in their direction.

Tessa’s dark brown eyes turned toward her brother and she gasped. Then as if someone had pushed her start button, she squealed, shoved Ethan at him and as soon as Easy got a solid hold on their son, she kicked off her sandals and took off running barefoot through the courtyard.

His fingers tightened on Ethan and he held his breath, hoping like fuck she didn’t fall and eat dirt during that sprint.

When she reached the two men—thank fuck in one piece—she threw herself at the man wearing Marine dress blues and, with a mega-watt smile, Tucker caught her in his arms and swung her around as they both laughed. He had no doubt a few tears were shed, too.

Easy’s grin spread into a smile of his own and he glanced down at his son. “I think Mommy already left my ass before we even got hitched.”

It was the best present Easy could think of to give Tess besides his last name. And, of course, the house the Amish had built for them in cluburbia. It might be tiny, but it was a start and, as their family grew, they had room to add on. Or eventually, if Tess wanted to, they could build a bigger place on the mountain along with Whip and Fallon and Whip’s mom, Tonya.

They had plenty of time to decide that since Fallon and Reese only recently obtained the property after a lot of legal legwork. Plus, that scarred earth was only starting to heal.