Cowboy Bikers MC #10 by Esther E. Schmidt

EPILOGUE

Four years later

– FENNA –

I’m done with the dishes and wipe my hands dry on the dishtowel, placing it on the counter as I lean in to watch my husband through the window. Exactly three years ago he asked me to marry him in the pasture he’s releasing the two Quarter horses in.

He simply dropped to one knee and popped the question when we were in the middle of retrieving the horses. The both of us are certified therapeutic instructors and have several groups scheduled to work with children who have a disability.

Redding just wrapped up one and we’re supposed to go to the club in about two hours. It’s why I’ve been in the kitchen making two pies to bring to the barbeque. I absolutely adore these Saturday night gatherings where it feels like a family dinner with all the men, the old ladies, and their children.

After all these years together Redding and I are about to take a next step; we’re going to try to get pregnant. We have come to a point in our business where everything is flowing smoothly. The breeding of miniature horses as well as training them to become therapy horses is very successful. We even have a waiting list for people who want one of our miniature horses.

Redding and I have our hands full with work around here, and we also help out at the Iron Hot Blood Ranch. The MC truly is a solid brotherhood, a family where everyone is there for one another when needed.

The kids of the members come over to our place and love helping out with the miniature horses. Sadie, Spiro and Tristine’s daughter, for instance. She’s been consumed with one of our mares ever since she could walk.

She’s still young but she’s informed her parents about the fact that one day she’s going to buy a foal and train her to be a therapy horse herself. She’s been such a great little helper.

Like I said, I’m grateful for the full support of the motorcycle club Redding is a part of. And ever since he pulled me into his life, they fully accepted me into their midst, becoming a part of this large family of friends as well.

“Hey, love,” Redding murmurs as he strolls into the house.

He plants a kiss on my lips and starts to wash his hands.

“Your class go okay?” I question, knowing it was great because I’ve watched most of the time.

Redding is amazing with any human being, or animal for that matter. He’s patient, understanding, kind, but also straight to the point and has a no-bullshit mentality. I feel as if I’m the luckiest woman on this planet to have him as my man.

“Went great, Lucy made great progress. She smiled today.”

I step away from the counter and turn to face him. “She did?” I gush.

“Yeah.” Redding grabs a cloth to wipe his hands dry. “It was priceless. Her mother had to wipe away a stray tear.” He leans in to brush another kiss on my lips. “It’s the whole reason we’re doing this kind of job, ‘eh? The gratitude for making a difference in someone’s day.”

Lucy has been depressed ever since she was in a car accident that left her with a broken back and no use of her legs. We have special saddles to make sure they are capable to sit on a horse’s back and enjoy riding.

“I love you,” I murmur, any other words are lodged in my throat because this is indeed the reason why I wanted to start a business involving therapy horses.

Being able to make my dream into a success with the man I love is the icing on the cake. His arm flashes forward and wraps around my waist to pull me flush against his body.

“Damn well love you more, woman,” he growls and slams his mouth over mine.

This kiss is nothing like the two softer ones he just gave me. This one consists of the hunger we always have toward one another. The fire of our connection has only grown over the years we’ve been together.

Of course, we have our ups and downs. The long days of work and added stress to get things done, add the household, the tasks of the MC ranch, social contacts, and so on…it leaves little time to just sit back and relax for just the two of us.

Though, I guess that’s what life is all about; living it to the fullest and making every moment special. If it’s just the two of us, time with our friends, the work we do, or the animals we take care of, it’s fulfillment in our hearts. We wouldn’t change one single thing.

Okay, maybe add to it, like I mentioned, we’re trying to get pregnant to start our own family. By the feel of the hardness rapidly growing between us, I’d say we’re going to try right now.

“Definitely love you more and more each day,” he rumbles against my lips. “You taste damn good.”

His hands are on my ass, lifting me up the counter. This man can make me think this whole world revolves around the two of us. Everything else falls away and there’s only his touch lighting up my body.

He grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. With one skillful hand he unsnaps my bra and peels it off, throwing it over his shoulder to let it land on the floor. His eyes dilate as he stares at my breasts, my nipples hardening underneath his heated gaze.

“Babe,” I impatiently groan. “A little more action, a little less pause.”

A soft rumble of laughter caresses my skin right before he leans in and captures my nipple with his mouth. My hands fly out to grab his head, feeling every tug and swirl with his tongue spiking pleasure between my legs.

His fingers start to fumble with the skirt I’m wearing, pushing it up to find the fabric of my panties. A grunt rips from his chest and simultaneously I hear the tearing of my panties as they give way to his brute force.

I let my head fall back in a gasp when I feel his thumb stroke my clit. Redding captures my other nipple with his mouth, giving it the same attention while he slides one of his fingers deep inside my pussy.

Another finger is added and he’s skillfully building my orgasm, giving pleasure while he’s relishing in the way his own body is vibrating with the desire to connect and explode. I can’t help myself when I move my hips to demand he give me more.

“That’s it, darlin’, you’re going to come all over my fingers? Yeah, you are, but I’m not going to let you.” His words don’t register until his fingers disappear from my pussy, just as his mouth vanishes from my nipple.

I’m about to complain in a very angry way–why the hell he’s stopping when I was about to come–but bite my lip when I feel his heated breath flowing over my swollen flesh. Moaning loud, I swallow my complaints and completely surrender to the bliss this man is creating.

Within a few licks I’m balancing the fine line of pleasure and when he takes my bundle of nerves between his teeth and sucks hard, I completely light up. Fireworks behind my eyes, white hot ecstasy flowing through my veins, lifting me onto a cloud to drift off into orgasmland.

I’m shaking and try to move away when he keeps lapping at my pussy; I’m overwhelmed and uber sensitive. He practically growls against my flesh and it causes goose bumps to spread all over my skin.

He finally pulls away, his short beard glistening with my pleasure as he steps back and unleashes his dick, his jeans landing around his ankles. Wrapping his fingers around the thick girth he slowly pumps up and down.

My throat runs dry to see him standing there. Shirt slightly open, showing a hint of his pecs with the tattoo I know is spread further up his body. Leather cut over those tight muscles, thick biceps, broad shoulders, ruggedly handsome face, and a brain I adore just as much as his character.

I hop off the counter and instantly drop to my knees. There’s a flash of surprise sliding across his face but it quickly fades when I wrap my lips around the thick head of his dick, sucking him gently inside my warm mouth.

His taste explodes on my tongue and it makes me crave more of him. Reaching out, I grab his ass and bob my head while his hands slide into my hair to help guide me as he starts to determine the pace.

One of my hands sneaks down between his legs to fondle his balls and right when I think he’s going to come in my mouth, that’s when he steps back. Again, I’m caught by surprise when he growls, hoists me off the floor and spins me around.

“Hands on the counter,” he orders and smacks my ass.

I yelp and quickly do as I’m told, knowing what’s to come when he grips my hip with one hand and feel how he slides his dick through the lips of my pussy the next moment. One surge forward and I’m filled to the brim.

Pushing back on his dick, he grabs my hips with both hands now and is pounding inside me like a madman on an orgasm mission. By the way my body is primed, I’m sure it won’t take long to get there.

“So fucking good, gripping me hard, hot, wet, greedy pussy. Thought you could rip the cum from me with your mouth, did you?” he rumbles in between rough pants as he keeps tunneling inside me. “No. Fucking. Way. I’m going to brand this pussy of mine with my cum, filling your womb. Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do. Right now. But you’re going to come for me again. Come around my cock.”

His words are like strokes to my clit, firing up my orgasm and I come undone as pleasure starts to shake through me.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Redding grunts as he pumps three more times before burying himself deep, holding me to him with a firm grip on my waist.

My heart is racing and I lean my head against the counter, totally spent. This. This right here shows how after years of being together we’re still connected in so many ways. He still manages to surprise me and makes me crave more as we take our next step in our relationship.

Looking back to where we once started…agreeing to a fake relationship that benefitted the both of us…it was never fake to begin with. Lust at first sight, love at first sight, sparks at first sight. What the hell ever; it was us at first sight and everything that came after was building a fort where we knew we were going to live for a lifetime.

“I don’t want to move,” Redding groans against my neck.

A giggle escapes me. “You’re squishing me against the counter so you really do have to move.

“We should take this to the bedroom then, catch our breath and go for another round,” he decides.

The oven timer rings and it makes me aware of the pie I was making.

“We’re going to the clubhouse remember?” I made pie.

A soft curse is voiced against my skin and the warmth against my back disappears and my pussy is suddenly empty as he steps back. I squeal loud when he grabs my waist and throws me over his shoulder.

“A quickie in the shower after we clean up will have to do then,” he simply says and starts to walk out of the kitchen.

I can barely turn off the oven just in time as I gladly let myself be dragged off for more pleasure this man douses my life with. There’s no telling what our future might bring but if it’s anything like the years we have behind us, I’d be thankful for each second of the day that’s added to our forever.