Nova (Silver Saints MC)

I didn’t know what the fuck I’d been thinking when I decided Rylee should be wearing nothing but her old lady vest while I put a tattoo just above her pussy.

The fact that she’d agreed to it in the first place had shocked me, but from that second on, all I could think about was the night I gave her the cut. Now, I was dying to see her wearing nothing but my ring and property patch on her back and her pussy. So, I figured I’d see it faster if that was all she wore while I inked my brand on her skin.

But it had been a fuck of a lot harder than I’d thought to concentrate on my art when my wife was laid out on my table like an offering. Just begging to be feasted on.

Finally, I was done. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I shut off the equipment. Then I pushed to my feet and stood back to admire my handiwork.

“Never seen anything so fucking gorgeous,” I growled.

Before I did anything stupid, I quickly slathered the tattoo with Vaseline and covered it with a bandage. Clutching to my control, I grabbed Rylee’s loose sweatpants and turned to help her put them on.

I froze when I saw her propped up on her elbows, the sides of her vest pushed away, baring her sexy tits, and her legs wide open.

“I’m not sore yet. You should probably take advantage of me,” she said silkily, her green eyes ablaze and burning me everywhere they touched.

My control snapped.

Nine months later, I was convinced I’d knocked her up again right there in my chair where I’d just inked my name on her pussy.

Epilogue

Rylee

“This place was so worth the price,” I sighed as we trudged up the path to the cabin where we’d been staying for the past five days for our annual trip to Disney World.

I’d been thrilled when Nova had surprised me with a trip here shortly after we’d gotten back from our honeymoon ten years ago—and stunned to discover that it was his favorite place to vacation. I’d known that Arya went every year, but my sexy biker didn’t seem like the theme park type. I’d always assumed that she forced him to go with her. It had turned out that their annual vacation plan was as much his idea as it was hers, and I’d loved catching glimpses of the little boy he’d been the first time he’d come here as a kid.

But going to Disney when we were newly married and only helping out with our adorable nephew from time to time was very different from spending a week here with seven kids total—Dax and Arya’s three, plus our four. I wouldn’t trade our yearly trek here for anything, though. The memories we made with our children, nieces, and nephew were worth the exhaustion I felt when we made it back to the cabin each night.

Nova got the brunt of it since he was the one who pushed the two youngest around all day. Even though Gemma and Gillian had outgrown using a stroller at home, they never argued about it at the theme park since their little feet were always tired before the end of the first day of our trip.

He glanced over his shoulder with a cocky smirk on his handsome face. “Told you this was the perfect place to stay.”

I’d balked a little at the price tag—a habit Nova still hadn’t been able to get me past after all these years—but he’d insisted that it was perfect for our family. With two bedrooms, plus a pull-out couch and a twin sleeper chair in the living room, there was plenty of room for our crew. The boat transportation to our favorite park made getting there and back a breeze, and the full kitchen made it easy to keep the kids’ favorite snacks around. We also enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, fireplace, and lake views after our long days of running around. Dax and Arya were in the cabin next door, so the kids could run back and forth to see each other, too. But all of that paled in comparison to my favorite part of our accommodations.

As soon as we got into the cabin, Nova turned to me and suggested, “Go ahead and hop into the hot tub. I’ll get everyone settled before I join you in there.”

I probably should’ve felt guilty about leaving Nova to take care of four kids all by himself, but I wasn’t about to turn down that offer. Flashing him a grin, I brushed a quick kiss against his cheek before saying, “Behave for your daddy, kiddos.”

There was a chorus of “But Mommy” in four childish voices as I made a mad dash for the larger bedroom. By the time I came back out, after using the bathroom and changing into a hot pink bikini, Nova had already made the kids a snack and poured me a glass of wine. “Here you go, angel. I’ll see you out there as soon as I get everybody off to bed.”