Biker's Virgin

"There's really nothing else?"

"Nothing I can think of right now. No. Right now? Everything's perfect."

"I'm glad that you're happy," she said, smiling.

And, I was happy. My hip was bothering me but so what? I was finally in the pros. I got here and I had Ron with me. I never had to choose. Once the season was out, we were road tripping to Houston. I had it all. I was fucking happy. Did this even get better? I didn't know, and it didn't even matter. This was where the hell I had been trying to get all my life. I had done it. Fingers crossed, I'd be able to say that for a long time.

Epilogue

Veronica

Two Years Later

"Ron... Ron, baby, wake up."

"Hm?" I said, disoriented. I heard Roman laugh. I squinted, trying to remember where we were. He was standing in the aisle with my hand luggage and his. I frowned as it came back to me. We were on a plane.

A man shuffled past Roman with his own luggage, and I realized we had landed. I was probably holding them up. His fault, I thought. He shouldn't have gotten us the comfort seats. I hurried to my feet.

"Okay?" he asked, kissing me.

"Let's go," I said, taking my bag from him. He let me walk out ahead of him. I exited the plane, looking around the familiar small airport. I made a few trips back a year, usually during the holidays so we could spend them with family, but this was different. It wasn't Thanksgiving or Christmas, not even Fourth of July.

We were celebrating, though. Roman a

nd the Hurricanes had just won the Super Bowl, not their first, but his. That deserved a vacation.

We were staying for a week. Not that much time, so we had a packed schedule. After doing the obligatory rounds with family, we were going to rent a cabin in the Black Hills forest for a few days. Since neither of us had our places here anymore, we were staying at a hotel, which I wasn't going to lie, I was sort of looking forward to. I had done the bookings. All I needed was for there to be a tub. We had a ridiculous tub at our place back home. Jets, big enough to fit a whole family – it was great. It had also spoiled me rotten.

We grabbed our suitcases and went through to arrivals to get a ride. I had my phone out, ready to get a cab.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Roman asked me.

"We're not walking, are we?"

"No need," he said, pointing. I followed his finger, smiling when I saw Tiffany.

"I didn't know you called her," I said.

"She volunteered," he said. "This way we wouldn't have an excuse not to go see her."

Tiff had graduated and started a master’s program since we had been gone. She still lived with their dad. He wasn't in a hurry to see her leave, and she could save up for her own place that way. He had started seeing someone in the past year, too, which had shocked everyone because of how long he had stayed single after his wife, Tiff and Roman’s mom, passed. I hadn't had a chance to meet her yet, but maybe this would be the trip that I did.

I hugged Tiff first. We talked almost every day. Texts, phone calls – we were long distance, but she had made a few trips down to Miami since we'd been apart. She hugged Roman and walked us to the car. I sat in the back and Roman in the passenger side. I was still sort of tired, oddly, despite being knocked out for most of the plane ride here.

I watched the city pass outside the window. Things never seemed to change that much every time we would come back, which I secretly liked. It was like it was making sure it didn't leave us behind, become completely different and leave us floundering trying to adjust.

Tiffany was asking Roman how the flight was. "Let's just say first class was a good call," he said, looking back at me and smirking.

"You got us those seats so I wouldn't fall asleep? It's a seven-hour flight, what did you want me to do?"

"She passed out as soon as we were in the air. And didn't wake up till we had landed," he told her. I rolled my eyes.

"Next time you come down, get one of those seats," I said to Tiffany.

"Are you guys going to pay for it?" she teased.

Roman had offered, many times when Tiffany had been making trips to Miami to cover the cost of her ticket. She would never take it. At least she would stay at our house, though. House, not apartment. We moved out right when Roman's lease on the apartment was up to a place on the water. It was this big, a little too big for us, place with a pool and a yard. If you rolled out of bed at night and fell out, you'd end up in the ocean, that was how close to the water we were.