Radge by Esther E. Schmidt
EPILOGUE
Six years later
– MERIBETH –
“And then the bear comes,” Finn shrieks in horror as I stick my head into the bedroom and watch him dive underneath the covers.
His twin sister, Fina, rolls her eyes and whispers to Ramsey sitting beside her on the bed, “He’s such a scaredy pants.”
Finn throws his blanket off. “Am not.”
“Are too,” Fina quips.
“Hey now,” Ramsey rumbles. “I’m thinking story time is over and it’s time for you two to crawl underneath the covers for some shut-eye.”
“Finn can’t sleep, he gets bad dreams when he reads scary stories before bedtime.”
“Fina,” I sternly address her and fully step into the room. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“Sorry, Mommy,” she mutters and glances at Finn. “Sorry, Finn.”
Finn huffs and plunks down into his pillow, pulling up his blanket to nestle himself for comfort, and completely ignores his twin.
“Night, night, sweet pea,” Ramsey murmurs and places a kiss on Fina’s head after he has her tucked into bed.
“Night, night, Daddy,” she murmurs and yawns.
I stroll over to her bed and lean in to brush my fingers along her cheek. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”
“Night, night, Mommy.” Her eyes are already closed.
I place a kiss on her temple and whisper, “I love you.”
“Luv ya more,” she murmurs sleepily.
Strolling over to Finn, I lean in and brush a kiss on his forehead before I place my mouth right next to his ear.
“You’re my fearless little warrior and one day you’re going to take over from your father and be the kind of man he is.”
Pulling back, I stare down at my son and his eyes are filled with pride as he gives me a firm nod.
“Love you,” I tell him on a very faint whisper.
He brings his hand to his chest and draws a heart right over his own while he pours the love out of his eyes.
My throat clogs up and I stroke his head. Rising, I place another kiss on his forehead. “Sleep tight, little man.”
“Night, Mom.” He snuggles against his pillow and I tuck him in.
Strolling to the door, I place my hand on the light switch and glance one more time at our five-year-old sleeping twins before plunging the room into darkness. I keep the door slightly ajar and step into the hallway where my husband awaits.
The day we found out we were pregnant was when Ramsey told me we were going to make it official. He already calls me Wifey at every turn but even if he didn’t ask, or drop to one knee in front of me to put an engagement ring on my finger, he did ask my father for his blessing.
Two months later we had a massive wedding, one where a few other charters of the VII Knights MC were also present. With everything that happened the bond between my father and the MC has strengthened where it was once completely torn due to others.
The arranged marriage forced by Ramsey when he kidnapped me led to something I never dreamed possible; finding the man who is my ultimate life partner. Our bond was one that collided on impact but it has strengthened over time and after all these years the fire in our hearts is burning hotter than ever.
Ramsey’s arm wraps around my waist to pull me flush against his body. “I finally have you for myself.”
I let my mouth find his and tease his bottom lip to seek entrance and swirl my tongue against his. He groans and deepens the kiss. One of his hands slides into my hair and he fists it to guide my head.
He palms my ass, easily lifting me as I wrap my legs around his waist. My eyes are closed and I relish in his strength and the desire he lights up inside my veins. No matter how hard or rough a day is, it’s in these moments we hit pause in life and take pleasure from our bodies.
A connection that’s more than raw fucking because our hearts are tangled into the drive for more. I faintly hear the snick of a lock and expect to experience the feel of a mattress pressing against my back but my body is swirled around and the cool, hard wall hits me from behind when Ramsey pins me against it.
He grinds his hardness against my center and I let my head fall back, relishing in the tiny electrical sparks the friction ignites all over my body. I will never get enough of this man, the way he lights me up, wanting more each and every time is an infinitive desire. A loop everyone wants and craves and I’ve been lucky enough to find mine.
“More,” I groan when I rip my mouth from his.
“Greedy,” he rumbles and to my surprise he pushes my legs off his waist, forcing me to stand on my own legs as he steps away from my body.
I blink a few times to get through my lust filled haze and watch how Ramsey slowly shrugs out of his leather cut. In one smooth move he throws it onto a chair. Toeing off his boots, he reaches for his belt and lets it slide through the loops of his jeans.
“On the bed,” he orders, his voice guttural tinged with lust. “Get naked and on your hands and knees.”
Pushing myself away from the wall, I grab the hem of my dress and bunch it up in my fists before pulling it over my head. I let the fabric flow to the ground and keep our eyes locked when I reach behind me for the clasp of my bra. It lands on the ground right before my panties and then I’m moving toward the bed.
Obeying his order, I plant my ass in the air and lean my forearms on the mattress. The first few seconds ticking by nothing happens until I feel the pads of his fingers ghosting over my flesh. I’m filled with desire and yet feel so freaking empty and it’s the reason I push back in an effort to feel his fingers slide inside me.
A growl rips from his chest, his touch leaves and then there’s a smack and fire licking my skin. I gasp and realize he used his belt to give me the sweet burn of pleasure mixed with pain.
“Hands on your back.” Another order I love hearing from him.
Complete trust is something we both have, in and out of the bedroom.
My cheek hits the sheets when I offer him my wrists behind my back. The feel of leather sliding over my skin as he pulls the belt tight is giving my body a full shudder. The leather keeping my hands tied on my back is pulled through my ass cheeks.
Ramsey presses his belt slightly to the left to part my cheeks. My heart is hammering inside my chest, anticipation is building inside me, not knowing what’s coming but aware it’s going to be intense and blissful.
The air rushes out of my lungs when I feel his tongue sliding through my folds from behind me. I want to push back but stay frozen in this position. I’ve learned quickly to surrender to his bidding otherwise he’ll deprive me of his devilish tongue.
His thumbs open me up. “Such a pink and puffy pussy. You’ve been craving this all day, haven’t you?”
I moan, unable to form a word. And to be honest? My arousal speaks for itself when his finger easily slides in and out. He pumps a few more times and starts to bring it up to my ass, using it as lube to tease his way in. He curses and steps off the bed. One of his hands grips my neck and he leans in close to my ear.
“Stay,” he orders. “Do not move or I won’t let you come, and I will spank that sweet pussy to give you so much pleasure you’ll cry for relief and I still won’t give it to you. Understand?”
A full body shudder overtakes me and his light chuckle teases my ear. I stay in place and can’t see what he’s doing but when I hear the drawer, I can only guess what he’s grabbing. I can feel how he throws something on the bed but then it’s quiet for a few breaths until I faintly hear something that I think is his jeans hitting the floor.
The mattress dips and his hands are back on my ass. His touch affects me so much, it sends shivers down my spine. His lips brush a kiss on my ass and I close my eyes to relish in the emotions coursing through my veins.
Something hard prods my opening, sliding through my folds to get soaked with my juices as Ramsey starts to thrust the plug inside my pussy. That’s what he grabbed and I get more excited for what’s to come.
The feel of being filled both pussy and ass is exceptional and it doesn’t matter if a dildo is inside my pussy while Ramsey takes my ass or vice versa. My orgasms are always different, stronger, and intense as he takes his time to build me up and lets me shatter into a thousand pieces.
I instantly start to push back on the plug and this time I don’t get a reprimand but a hoarse voice telling me, “Take it…fuck…look at that…so damn hot seeing that tight ass sucking that plug right in.”
I risk a glance over my shoulder and the look he’s wearing while he’s staring at his hands working my body is utterly captivating. The lust and craving to have me are firing up my orgasm that was already simmering at the surface.
“Not yet,” he rumbles and slaps my ass when the plug is fully lodged inside me so it sends tremors to ignite more pleasure.
“Fuck,” I mutter into the sheets and I swear I hear his husky chuckle.
It earns me another smack on my ass cheek as he tightens the belt, reminding me he’s the one in full control.
“Save it for when I’m inside you,” he rumbles and makes no effort to get inside me.
I want to groan in frustration but through the years I’ve learned to be patient, knowing the pleasure will be a massive reward no matter what. This doesn’t mean I always submit to his desires because there’s nothing more fun than to challenge a man who thinks he is in full control.
Because when it comes to sex, I’ve learned that even if my hands are tied, I’m still the one who holds the power. Through words to taunt him into overdrive or with my body. For instant, I’ve disobeyed by orgasming when he told me not to, earning me more time of pleasure as if that’s punishment.
But right now, I’m caught up in the moment and hold back the pleasure as I feel the tip of his dick teasing my opening. The plug in my ass makes it a tighter fit as his hard, thick length starts to push inside. Shallow thrusts, teasing me while it’s more like torture.
Okay, screw holding back. Catching him by surprise, I slam back on his dick and impale myself with one smooth move. I scream in pleasure at the sweet bite of pain mixed with pleasure from being completely filled to the brim.
His growl rumbles through the air and he grips my hips in a punishing grip. One hand leaves and comes down hard on my ass cheek. Fire licks my skin as he resumes his grip and starts to fuck me so hard I’m starting to doubt if he’s ever taken me this hard before. My brain overrides that thought when an orgasm crashes through me without warning.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Ramsey curses and grabs me by the neck, pushing my cheek further into the mattress. “Don’t you fucking dare take me with you. I ain’t done with you yet.”
He keeps pounding my pussy, his strong body covering my back, my hands still bound between our bodies. He grunts in pleasure right beside my ear. I’m completely surrounded by his strength, by the bliss he forces upon me while he rips a second orgasm from my body as his dick starts to pulse and his semen enters my body, filling me with warmth. The same warmth he wraps around my heart.
It takes effort to catch my breath with my body completely drained. His lips brush my shoulder blade and his hand lifts away from my neck. He slowly trails down to where my wrists are held captive.
His dick is still inside me when he removes the belt and throws it on the ground. I move my arms to stretch them out in front of me, still staying in the same position when I feel his hands start to knead my ass. One of his fingers taps the plug and I’m back to feeling jolts of pleasure, making me squeeze my pussy.
“Love this ass and pussy,” he rumbles.
“And the woman attached to it,” I mutter.
Hot fire licks my flesh. Dammit, why do I love getting a spanking so freaking much? I moan and it earns me a husky chuckle.
“Yeah, I love the full package. Always have, always will. Does that satisfy your head or do I have to fuck your mouth to drive my point home?”
I moan at the feel of his length hardening inside me once again. He lazily thrusts in and out and the loss of him catches me by surprise when he suddenly pulls out and jumps off the bed.
He has his dick in hand, stroking and tugging when I glance at him–standing proud, eyes hot with desire, lust, and love–as he growls, “Get that hot mouth wrapped around my cock, Wifey.”
My mouth waters and I quickly scramble toward him. The moment my tongue swirls around his length–tasting our mixed juices–is when he growls and cups my face with his hands. He thrusts forward and fills my mouth until the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat.
He pulls back but slides right back just as rough. He starts to fuck my mouth, ignores my gag reflex and simply growls, “Swallow. Swallow me whole and take what I give you. Fuck. Yes. That’s it. Fuuuuck. Yes.”
My eyes water while my body is getting loaded with the same kind of pleasure his is brimming with. There’s something carnal to be possessed by this man. I can’t describe it otherwise. He can be sweet as sugar, endearing so you feel precious, but with this? There is no denying who I belong to and I relish in his dominance.
He leans forward. One of his hands slides to the back of my neck to keep me in place as he continues to pump inside my mouth. The other hand sneaks down my spine. The guttural groan filling the air is foreign to my own ears but I quickly realize it’s me making the sound as Ramsey tunnels the plug in and out of my ass.
“You gonna come for me?” Ramsey grunts. “Come while I shoot my cum down your throat and fuck your ass? Or should I pull out of your mouth and slide my cock into your tight ass, fingerfuck your pussy until you almost come around them and then shove them inside your mouth, order you to lick yourself clean as I dirty your ass up with my cum.”
I moan in bliss as pleasure overtakes me from his dirty words and promises. He pulls the plug out of my ass, adding to the bliss as he starts to orgasm inside my mouth, his cum jetting down my throat.
He shudders, crooning my name on a whispered plea. My heart is racing, full with different kinds of emotions when he pulls free of my mouth and drags me against him as we settle on the bed.
“Yeah, still as perfect as the last time I had your mouth.”
I can’t help but giggle. “That was yesterday or the day before.”
Our sex life is still as active as it was years ago. One of the perks of having a president as a husband is the endless supply of brothers we’re surrounded with. And prospects, don’t forget those. It’s like one big happy family who takes care of each other which means we can sneak away for a few minutes whenever we like.
There’s always someone around to watch the kids while I pull Ramsey into a room for a quick blow job or when he simply snatches me around the waist, throws me over his shoulder and orders a prospect to babysit as he takes me home for a quickie.
But it’s also the late nights together in bed, watching a movie or talking through what happened during the day. Ramsey also doesn’t hold back any flow of information and likes to hear my point of view when it comes to club business.
Sharing burdens also strengthens our connection and makes our bond last more than a lifetime. The havoc in which we were thrown together–along with the outcome–definitely proved we were perfectly matched.
For me it’s a promise for a solid future, one we both value for each other and our children. With the years behind us and the many years to come ahead of us, my life sometimes feels too good to be true.
A twisted fairy tale where the villain is my hero and the birds might not be singing all the time but the happy ending sure entails a neverendingly kiss and being in the loving arms of the one who holds my heart.
I close my eyes and release a happy breath in an afterglow as I give him the words, “I love you,” against his naked chest I’m using as a pillow.
The feel of his lips brushing the top of my head allows for a smile to tugs my lips and the words, “Fuckin’ love you too, woman,” tiredly muttered–but spoken with a load of affection–brightens my soul.
His words, his actions, our lives; my heart overflows on a daily basis. Experiencing loss in the past, you know deep down it never grants a future for anyone. It makes you value the good people you surround yourself with. Friends, family, brotherhood, my kids, and the love of my life.
Together. Always. Until our dying breath.
