Unwritten Rules (Filthy Florida Alphas 3)

This is my reward—Toi.

I never knew women like her existed, especially not for an asshole like me. Toi was everything good and innocent in the world and maybe I should have never touched her. Maybe I was reaching too high—but she’s mine now. Mine, and I’m not letting go because I now have one final rule to add to all of my unwritten ones that clutter my brain.

A good woman seeps down inside of you. Feeds the soul. Brings you peace.

When you find her, you hold on and you never stop fighting to give her joy… because she deserves it. She deserves all that and more.

“It’s real, Dragonfly,” I whisper, squeezing her ass gently.

“Marcum,” she says softly turning around to face me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You have no idea how empty this bed has been without you,” she whispers, lying her head on my chest.

“I know how empty I’ve been, not having you with me,” I tell her, and I pull my shirt up over her body.

“Marcum, I… don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’s the best fucking idea I’ve ever had. Besides, I’ve given you a wedding, now I need to give you babies.”

“But you’re not completely healed…” she complains, but she helps me get her shirt off, and pulls the towel loose from around my hips.

“You can do all the work,” I tell her with a smile, nipping at her lips as I turn us so I can sit on the bed and bring her down with me.

“I can?” she questions when our lips break apart. She’s standing while I slide back on the bed and lie down with my hands behind my head.

“Ride me, honey. Come ride your man and bring me to heaven.”EpilogueToiTwo Years Later

“Did you see that hit?” Harley asks excitedly, walking from the ballpark, his dad beside him. Desi and I are sitting on the bleachers. It’s February, but Florida being Florida it’s humid as heck out here and I feel like I’m melting. It’s more than worth it though, to be here to watch Harley bat his very first homerun.

“Of course we did! Didn’t you hear me and Desi yelling?” I laugh. I know he did, he kept looking over here, smiling.

“Yeah,” he says almost shyly as he and Marcum make it to us. Marcum has his hand on Harley’s shoulder and sweet Jesus… Marcum is always hot, but seeing my tattooed biker, with his leather cut, next to his little boy, holding him close and smiling ear to ear… all my female bits want to heat up and explode.

“You were a star out there, Bub,” I tell him, ruffling his hair.

“Mom,” Harley complains, but he’s laughing.

“Who’s ready for ice cream?” Marcum asks and my laugh is drowned out by the screams of joy from Desi and Harley.

“Is this a private party, or can anyone join?” Max laughs as he and Ride stand up behind me.

“Shouldn’t you be in a hurry to get back to Tess, boy?” Marcum asks, shaking his head.

“Please. She has Maddie and Bella on a playdate today, which means she’s napping. I’m not about to interrupt that,” Max answers naming his newest baby girl, Bella. I think they were hoping for a boy at first, but are completely in love with their two daughters. Max likes to joke he’s surrounding himself with beautiful women so he will look good in his old age.

“Then you help the kids load up Harley’s crap in the SUV and I’ll help Toi up,” Marcum agrees.

“Jesus, I’m heading out. All this baby shit and kid life is making me old before my time,” Ride says with a wink. “Later people. Catch you next time, Dawg,” he adds with a wave.

Once everyone heads out, Marcum reaches down to pull me up.

“I’m not that fat, you know. I could have got up on my own,” I tell him, and I probably could, but I’m so fat and round it would have been a struggle.

Marcum places his hand on my stomach. I look down at his ink-covered hand with heavy rings adorning each finger, holding my stomach where inside our little boy is resting, and I wonder if a woman could die from happiness.

In the last two years, life has become as perfect as humanly possible. Every single day with Marcum just gets better and better. He’s still Marcum but he’s happy now. You can see it written all over his face. I feel the same. I’ve grown so close to Desi and Harley, as well as Marcum’s other kids, and now we’re finally going to have our own child.

We both decided to wait until Harley felt more secure. In the end, I had Marcum do a DNA test to confirm he was the their father. If I’d been wrong, we would have never told either of them, but I was right. Seeing in writing that Marcum was his true father healed Harley’s fears completely. If there was any doubt left inside of him, it disappeared when I officially adopted the twins as my own. I didn’t offer to adopt the other kids; they didn’t need that from me. But, a few call me their mom and I’m completely happy with that.