They were far from done, but Saint decided he needed a few minutes to recover his breath.
“Ready for round two?” she asked, looking up at him. The love and tenderness in her eyes blew him away completely.
“Give me a minute,” he said, kissing her on the mouth. “I’m not that young anymore.”
“Tired so soon?” she teased. “Am I too much for you?”
“Like hell you are.” Saint rolled on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. “You better be ready, baby, because I’m going to run you ragged. I won’t stop until I put a baby in you.”
Her eyes widened slightly. Saint knew they hadn’t talked about children in-depth, but he knew she wanted to have a baby. Her ex hadn’t wanted kids. In his forties, Saint thought he was too old to be a father again, but he’d changed his mind. Why the fuck couldn’t he have everything?
“I might’ve been a piss-poor father to Bonnie, but a man can change,” he said.
“I believe you,” she said softly. “You’d make an awesome father, Saint.”
“This time, I won’t fuck up.”
Saint had raised Bonnie alone, at a time the MC was just growing and evolving. Things were different now. Saint and the MC were at the top of their game. Unlike Sadie, Olivia liked to be involved. She hadn’t embraced his lifestyle, not yet, but she was willing to dip her toe in the water and eventually learn to swim with him. That was what made her special.
“I know you won’t.” She said those words with zero hesitation.
“How are you so sure?”
“Because I’m here to call you on your bullshit. Isn’t that what a wife does?” she asked.
He could feel his cock thickening between his legs again. Saint pressed it against her pussy, making her wet her lips.
“Then get ready for our next ride, baby,” he said.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Olivia woke to an empty bed. She curled on her side, checking if Saint was in the bathroom. Her husband wasn’t. The light was off, and the door hung ajar. For a second, fear held her heart captive. What if the MC’s many enemies had decided to go after her husband and daughter while she was sleeping? Wait. Why wouldn’t they also take her in the process?
Remembering their house was practically a fortress, she pushed her irrational fears aside. Apart from Brett, there had only been one attempt on her life. Saint took care of that assailant and buried him in the cold ground next to Brett. She and her daughter were well protected. Saint would never let anything happen to her or Louisa.
Olivia climbed out of bed. She pulled on a shirt, one of Saint’s old t-shirts, and headed downstairs. Her father’s old house had been given a massive facelift over the past twelve months. She and Saint had torn down plenty of useless walls. They threw out or donated old furniture they wouldn’t use. Renovations were still in progress, even if Saint had roped practically the entire MC to help. The house had been given a different personality and Olivia no longer looked at the old place with dread. It had become home to her and her family. A place to create new memories.
She spotted her man sitting in the rocking chair. Saint was only wearing jeans and nothing else. Louisa was pressed close to his chest. Both father and daughter were sleeping. The image melted her heart completely. Saint was a light sleeper, so it was no surprise he opened his eyes and narrowed them. Olivia knew once he sensed a threat, he wouldn’t stop until it was eliminated. He relaxed at the sight of her.
It had been a busy year for the two of them, especially after Louisa was born. After Saint’s constant attacks on the Red Dragon MC, the enemy MC was nearly finished. Saint didn’t think they had the numbers to rise up against them again. Of course, Saint and the MC would always have a constant flow of enemies, but she was confident in her man’s leadership. Saint had been the MC President for more than a decade for a reason. He made the hard decisions no one else would.
Brett’s body had never been found by the local authorities or his family. The Fallen Saints MC knew what they were doing when it came to corpse disposal. Olivia had put Brett out of her mind a long time ago. Brett had stopped haunting her dreams. He belonged in the past and the past could no longer touch her. Olivia had shut the door closed to that chapter of her life.
She’d taken maternity leave after Louisa was born, but she was going back to work next week. Olivia wasn’t doing all the work. Both Saint and she took turns looking after Louisa. Seeing him step up and being the best dad he could be had amazed her.
“You’re awake,” he murmured.
Olivia gently took Louisa from his arms and gave him a kiss on the mouth. “It’s your turn to sleep.”
“I’ve had enough rest.”
“Are you going to the MC clubhouse soon?” she asked him, still speaking quietly. Saint still kept his old room and office there, but his free time he usually allocated to Olivia and Louisa. Louisa continued sleeping against her shoulder, unconcerned about her parents’ voices.
“Not yet. Devil suggested I take the day off today.”
That news surprised her. As much as Saint was a devoted father, he was also a workaholic. He needed to know what was going on in the MC at all times.
“He’s a wise man,” she said.
She still had three days before her last week of maternity leave was up. Olivia was both dreading and looking forward to working again. She had patients who missed her, although looking after Saint and Louisa would be her number one priority. Besides, Destiny and the other old ladies at the MC had volunteered to babysit on days she and Saint were busy. She’s also managed to get hold of a reliable permanent babysitter, Justine, Iron’s young niece who was taking a course in early childhood development at the local college.
“Do you have something planned for us?” she finally asked.
“Louisa’s fast asleep,” he said, winking at her.
Even now, he could easily make her laugh. Oh, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was thinking filthy thoughts. Despite being married over a year and having a baby, sex between them hadn’t fizzled. The passion between them only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. She’d never get sick of her man. She couldn’t wait to grow old with Saint.
Olivia set Louisa down in her day cot. The baby fussed a little, but she soon started sucking her thumb. Olivia had taken a sniff of her diapered butt, but it appeared Saint had changed her earlier. Well and good. She returned to her man. Olivia slipped into Saint’s lap, locking her arms around him. She snuck a kiss from him. Even now, the demanding press of his lips was enough to make her panties wet. Her nipples hardened under her shirt, and she didn’t miss his lustful gaze.
Saint slipped his hand under her shirt, squeezing her breast and making her moan.
“Fuck, baby. I love the sounds you make.”
“So, your plan is to make love to me all day long?” she asked, panting as he pulled his mouth away.
“That’s pretty much it. You complaining?” he asked.
She returned his smile. “Not at all.”
“Now tell me how much you missed my cock,” he said.
“Terribly. Fuck me, Saint. Make love to me,” she whispered. Her cheeks and neck heated slightly at the brazen admission. Saint only smiled at her indulgently.