She let out a laugh, releasing the emotion that she'd barely been able to contain as she'd struggled to keep from falling apart. "Deal. We fight it out."

He studied her eyes, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, and he sobered.

"The trip we just took, brat. It doesn't mean it's over."

Her mouth parted. "It's not?"

He shook his head. "They'll probably regroup. Hit us again in the future." The palms on either side of her face tightened slightly, and he asked, "This really the kind of life you want?"

Her hands slid up, closing around his wrists as she looked back at him with clear, open eyes. "I want to be anywhere you are. If trouble comes, we'll face it together."

He studied her, and then nodded. "We will, and we'll get through it. We can get through anything as long as we've got each other. Right, babe's?"

"Damn right," she agreed with narrowed eyes.

He grinned, and then burst out laughing. "You're gonna make a great ol' lady."

"I am, and don't you forget it."

He hefted her up in his arms, her legs coming around his waist. "Time to break in that twin bed in my room." He lifted his chin toward the clubhouse, referring to the tiny room he kept there.

She tilted her head to the side as if considering his suggestion. "Hmm, maybe, if you play your cards right, mister."

His palm came down with a hard smack on her ass. "Oh, I plan to play my cards very right."

Then she laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck as her ol' man carried her across the yard, his eyes never leaving hers.

EPILOGUE.

Ghost- I watched as Jessie paced the floor, rubbing her distended belly, our dog, Shadow, at her side. I'd gotten her the Collie mix as a pup, and he'd lived up to his name, never leaving her side.

I leaned against the doorjamb, timing her contractions. "Two minutes apart, babe."

"I'm not going."

"It's time, Jess. Can't wait any longer."

"I changed my mind."

I grinned. "Little late for that, brat."

"I'm not kidding, Ghost."

I took her in my arms and attempted to talk her down from her panic. "You know I love you, right?"

She nodded.

"And I'm going to love this baby. And you're going to make a wonderful mother," I whispered in her ear. "But none of that can happen if we don't let the little sucker out of there." I patted her stomach.

She tried to muffle a chuckle, but bent when another pain hit her. "Don't make me laugh, it hurts."

I held her through another contraction, my hand on her belly, feeling it harden as the muscles tightened. When if finally subsided, I asked, "You okay, now?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now let's go get my son born, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, Jessie."

"I love you, too, Ghost."

Five years later...

Jessie- I found Ghost out in the garage working on a bike.

"Your son is at it again."

He looked over at me. "How come when he's done something wrong, he's my son, and when he's being an angel, he's your son?"

"Ghost." My frustration bled through in my voice. I was at my wits end with that boy.

"What's he done this time?" He went back to tightening a bolt on his bike.

"He's peeing in Mrs. Mitchell's yard again."

Ghost looked at me with a doubting expression. "No way. He's forbidden to go over there anymore."

I pointed at the window that gave a view of the back yard. "Look!"

We'd moved to a cute house in a quiet family friendly subdivision not long after Ghost got the club he'd remodeled up and running. It was doing a great business, especially in special events.

Ghost rose to his feet, his eyes on me as he moved to the window and bent to peer out. I looked with him.

There was our son, standing on top of the highest part of the wooden backyard playset that Ghost and his brothers had built, peeing off the edge. The pee arced high up in the air, over the privacy fence, and straight into our neighbors yard. Our dog, Shadow, who'd promptly traded loyalties to my son the moment he was born, sat in the grass nearby, watching.

My eyes flicked back to my husband. He was snorting with laughter.

"Impressive."

"Ghost!"

"Come on, babe, that takes talent."

My hands landed on my hips as I glared at him.

"What? So the boy ain't shy about whipping out his dick. Takes after his old man."

He was grinning. Ear to ear, I kid you not. Then he pulled me to him.

"I seem to remember you not having a problem with that trait in me."

His hands landed on my hips, and he pulled me up against his crotch, letting me feel the erection that was building as his hands slid down and squeezed my ass. Insatiable. The man was insatiable.

I pushed against his chest, trying to keep a straight face. "Ghost, this is serious. You have to do something."

"I am doing something."

"I mean about your son."

"I'll talk to him, babe."

"You promise?"

"Promise. We'll have a little father-son chat about the 'when and where' of proper peeing etiquette. Now, shut up and kiss me."

What can I say? I loved my man. So I shut up and kissed him.

GHOST-.

I watched her strut away, and my eyes dropped to her ass. I quickly whipped out my cell and snapped a shot, zooming in on said ass. Then I looked down at the screen and grinned.

Two big greasy handprints stood out on her white shorts, perfectly framing that ass. I texted it to her. It didn't take long for my phone to ding with a reply.

My cute new shorts! You ruined them!

Looks good to me. Might make it my new screensaver.

Ghost! You're gonna pay for this.

I'll make it up to you later tonight.

Not funny.

Sorry I ruined your sexy-as-hell shorts, babe.

No you're not.

True. Still the best ass I've ever seen.

I waited a couple beats before getting a reply to that one.

You're forgiven.

I grinned. What can I say? That woman cannot stay mad at me. And I loved her for it. Unshakably. Undeniably. Unashamedly. Head-over-heels, last-a-lifetime, till-the-end-of-our-days, loved that woman. But that was a lot to type for a guy who was all thumbs. Guess I'll just have to show her later. And that was a thought that had me smiling as I typed a reply.

Love you, babe.

My phone dinged one last time.

Back atcha, babe.

I smiled.

My girl. My love. My life.

Then, shoving my cell back in my hip pocket, I headed out to the backyard to teach my son how to write his name with pee. Yeah, okay, it was gonna be a 'don't tell your mom' moment. But those were the best kind between a father and son.

The End.

PREVIEW.

OF.

BLOOD: An Evil Dead MC Story.

Blood lie chained to the filthy iron cot, his wounds burning like fire. The room was like an oven in the humid New Orleans' heat. He knew it had to be late afternoon by the angle of the sunlight coming through the slats of the louvered shutters that covered the windows. But that wasn't the only reason that sweat was pouring off him; his fever was spiking as the infection took hold.

He heard the lock on the door rattle, and then the door was opening. He looked toward the sound, trying to focus and saw a man shove a woman into the room ahead of him. He remembered the man, a sadistic son of a bitch. But they'd never brought a woman in before.

He tried hard to make sense of what he was seeing, but she was just a pale green blur. Were those hospital scrubs? He knew the fever was starting to mess with his mind. It had to be, because when she hesitantly approached him, her blessedly cool hand pressing to his forehead, he looked up into the face of an angel.

Was she coming to take him to heaven?.

A laugh bubbled up inside him. Heaven? More likely hell is where he'd be going.

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BLOOD: An Evil Dead MC Story.

Coming Spring 2016.

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