Jaxon (Heartlands Motorcycle Club Book 5)
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True to his word, Jaxon married me a week after that nonsense with The Outlaws was settled. It was a gorgeous little ceremony by Hollow Lake and a party afterward in our new backyard. It was Beckham’s job to make sure that the boys didn’t go overboard with the partying and with his watchful eye on them, it went as smoothly as could be.
We walk back to our house, hand in hand.
“It’s hard to believe that we’ll have to do this with our own child in about five years,” Jaxon says with a wide grin. He always has an unstoppable smile on his face when he talks about our unborn child.
My hand goes to my belly and I smile, thinking about it.
“Do you think it’s going to be a boy or a girl?” I ask.
“I don’t care,” he says as he stops and takes me in his big arms. “As long as it comes from you, I’ll be happy.”
He kisses me on the lips and I melt into his embrace, not caring that the neighbors could be watching us.
They should be used to it by now.
This hot biker never takes his hands off me.
And I couldn’t be happier.
Epilogue
Stella
Ten years later…
“How do I look?” I ask as I spin around in my new date-night outfit.
“Like you’re about to get ravaged,” Jaxon says as his hungry eyes darken. He throws down his phone and gets off the bed.
I giggle as he picks me up and throws me onto the mattress.
“Save it for later, big man,” I say as he climbs on top of me. Oh, what’s the point in arguing?
We start making out on the bed and just as I feel my husband’s hard cock pressing into my thigh, there’s someone trying to break into the room.
“Go away!” Jaxon barks as the door handle turns and turns and then finally opens.
It’s Matthew. Our latest addition who came four years ago.
“I want to go too,” he says as Jaxon falls to the mattress beside me with a huff.
“We’ll be back before you know it,” I tell my little guy as he climbs onto the bed. “And your cousin Nixie is coming to babysit.”
His face lights up at the mention of her name. Nixie is twenty years old now and the world’s best babysitter. She’s going to a university in Dallas, but is home for the summer and living with her friend in town. I still miss having her around, but I love watching her grow up into the smart capable woman that I always knew she would.
She’s made us so proud. Especially Jaxon and Beckham. Their faces still light up whenever she walks into the room.
The doorbell rings and Matthew takes off like a little lightning bolt, running down the hall as he squeals.
“This dress is torture,” Jaxon says once we’re alone again. He puts his palm on my knee and starts sliding his hand up my thigh, wanting to get to the dessert before we even have dinner.
“Hold that thought,” I say as I grab his wrist and hold it. “You know me. I never put out before a date.”
“The perils of dating a good girl.”
I lean over him, letting my hair fall into his face as I hover my lips over his. “And don’t you forget it, bad boy.”
Jaxon is groaning and adjusting the huge rod in his pants as we head downstairs. Our four kids are already climbing all over Nixie, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“Hey, Stella!” she says as Amber jumps on her head. “Hey, Uncle J.”
“Amber, be careful!”
“It’s okay,” Nixie says with a laugh. She rolls Amber onto the floor and starts tickling her until my six-year-old is laughing so hard I’m worried she’s going to pee all over our new carpet.
“Are you going to be okay with these monsters?” Jaxon asks as he pulls his leather cut off the chair and slips it on.
I can’t help but check him out in it. It’s always such a turn on knowing I’m under the wing of the baddest man in town.
“She’ll be fine,” I say as I grab his arm and start pulling him to the door. “If she has any trouble, she can call her new boyfriend.”
Nixie’s cheeks go red as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“What?!” Jaxon shouts. “Boyfriend? What boyfriend?!”
I pull him with all my might, but all that happens is my feet slide back to him. It’s like trying to move a skyscraper.
“It’s just this guy,” Nixie says, looking embarrassed. “We’ve been seeing each other.”
“How come I’m just finding out about it now?”
“Because I know you’d freak out.”
Jaxon looks incensed. “I’m not freaking out!”
Nixie looks at me for help and I nod. “You’re freaking out.”
“I’m totally cool with this,” he says as he straightens his cut and smoothes back his hair. “What’s his name? Where does he live? Does he have a criminal record?”
Nixie sighs. “Carter. Not telling. I don’t think so.”
Jaxon grunts. It’s clear that he doesn’t like this.
My heart goes out to the poor girl. It’s not easy having such a protective and territorial man for an uncle. Believe me, I know. I have one for a husband.
It may not be easy, but it sure is fun.
“Come on,” I say as I try to pull him again. This time he lets me. “We have reservations in half an hour.”
“All right,” he says as he gives Nixie a hard stare. “I want to meet this guy. I’m worried about this.”
“Worry about showing your pretty wife a good time on your date night. She deserves it.”
Jaxon’s eyes turn to me and I get a warm little shiver. “She certainly does,” he says with a growl. “And I’m going to show her the night of her life.”
I let out a scream as he scoops me up in his big arms and carries me out of the house.
“Car or bike?”
Does he even have to ask?
“Bike.”
He grins. “That’s my girl.”
A few minutes later, I’m on the back of his motorcycle, clinging to his big powerful frame. I can feel the engine vibrating between my legs as my fingertips dig into my husband’s hard sculpted abs.
I don’t know how I got so lucky with this guy, but I did.
I love riding with him. I love everything about him.
The past ten years have been amazing.
He revs the engine and we fly down the road with the warm breeze in our hair, feeling total freedom.
The next ten years will be even better…
As long as he keeps this bike.
Epilogue
Jaxon
Twenty-five years later…
I spot some grey in my Old Lady’s hair when she bends over in the sun and I don’t know why, but it turns me on like someone has flipped a switch inside me.
She giggles as I slide my arms around her and pull her up against my body. I’m still as big and strong as I was in my youth. I might have some grey in my beard now, but I’m still the tough alpha male Stella married.
“What has gotten into you?” she asks with a grin as I start kissing her neck. “We’re in the driveway. We have neighbors, you know?”
“Your hair,” I growl as I press my throbbing hard on against her. “I like it.”
“Oh, God,” she says as she tries to push me away. I’m not going anywhere. “I’m getting it dyed tomorrow. It’s horrible.”
“It’s sexy.”
“My roots are showing! Stop looking!”
“I’ll never stop looking at my girl,” I say as I kiss her hard on the mouth. She stops fighting me and turns to jelly against my body. This girl belongs in my arms.
“Stop,” she says in a moan. “The grandkids will be here any minute.”
My hands tighten on her curves. “Then we better make it fast.”
She’s giving me that stern look, but I know the longer I press my hard cock against her, the quicker that stern look dissolves into moans.
“You got thirty seconds,” she says as she glances at the road.
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sp; I pick her up and bring her into the garage as she starts rubbing her little hand along my broad shoulders. She hits the button as we pass it and the garage door starts closing, giving us the privacy we need.
Our grown-up kids will be here soon, but I don’t care. I need to be inside my princess.
I put her on my new bike and step back to admire her as she hikes up her dress and shows me that she’s not wearing any panties.
“Oh fuck, Stella,” I say with a sharp breath as I go to her.
It’s a rough wild quickie and we’re both panting and sweaty in the stifling garage when we hear a car pull up outside.
My eyes are locked on my gorgeous wife as she quickly fixes herself up. “How do I look?” she asks.
“Like you just got fucked.”
She swats my shoulder with a laugh and then heads for the door.
I lean on my bike and watch her ass moving in that sexy dress. She’s still a looker after all these years.
And she’s still mine.
I love this woman with every ounce of my soul and I always will.
She’s my girl. My Old Lady. My only one.
My Stella.
And I make damn sure that everybody knows it.
Because she belongs to me.
Ready for Beckham!
Grab him here:
Beckham
By Olivia T. Turner