Cowboy Bikers MC Lawmen by Esther E. Schmidt

EPILOGUE

Eight years later

– FRANKIE –

“It’s a mare,” Atticus says as he steps out of the stall.

We’re all glancing at the foal Baby just gave birth to when Marvin, our six-year-old son, says, “I’m going to name her Babe.”

Atticus’ lips twitch with laughter but he keeps a straight face and asks, “Is that so?”

“Uh huh. We’re going to train her for my future old lady.” Marvin grins, all teeth. Well, minus his central incisor since it fell out yesterday.

I choke on nothing and try to cover it up with a cough, thankful Atticus is the one he said it to so he can handle this one. Shit. Atticus is glancing at me and I know that look; he’s asking for help and advice.

Thinking fast I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “Maybe Babe will be too wild to ride in a few years from now, maybe your future old lady will need a calmer horse, or your future girl will be afraid of horses.”

Marvin’s eyes go thoughtful for a few breaths until he ferociously starts to shake his head. “No. Nope. Not a chance. Daddy hooked you with a horse and that’s my plan.” His eyes go to the foal and I swear I hear him mutter, “My old lady afraid of horses,” and he snorts right after.

Atticus chooses this moment to throw his head back and laughs a full belly laugh. This man. After all these years he still manages to captivate me with everything he does. Mere moments ago, he helped birth a horse, and now he’s standing there, muscled, inked, sexy as hell, laughing because his son wants a horse for his future old lady.

Though, it is charming for our son to do the exact same thing his father did, as his father before him. Even if Marvin is young and doesn’t even have his own horse yet because this was supposed to be his first one. He’s been riding on one of Atticus’ older horses who is perfect for Marvin’s age and size.

Atticus ruffles Marvin’s hair. “No worries, son. How about we train her for you to ride so you know exactly what type of horse she will be? You have plenty of years between now and meeting your one and only and you can enjoy riding and taking care of Babe in the meantime.”

Marvin shoots his father a grin. “Just like you did.”

My husband’s eyes meet mine when he says, “Just like I did.” He crouches down to his level and points at Baby while he fake whispers, “And see that? My horse is still here and so is my woman. We train them for our old lady but never really give them away…they stay with you for as long as life allows them to. That’s when you know what you have is special.” He looks back at me, puts his hand on his son’s shoulder and raises to his full height. “It’s exactly why I married you all those years ago because claiming you as my old lady wasn’t enough. I wanted the world to know how much I love you…and I won’t ever let you go.”

“Oookay. I get it, Dad. I’m going to tell everyone my horse is born!” Marvin squeaks cheerfully and rushes out of the stables, almost knocking Fisher’s old lady from her feet.

“Oh, hey, what’s the rush?” she asks with laughter in her voice when she sees the excitement on his face.

“My horse is here! I named her Babe because she is a total babe and will become my babe’s horse one day! She’s brown and has these white–” Marvin rattles and walks slowly toward the clubhouse with Fisher’s old lady listening to every word.

The smile sliding across my face is one that reaches my heart. Not just for my own and my son’s happiness but also due to Fisher’s old lady. The reminder of how Atticus and I got together all those years ago brings back the memories of the case and how Fisher lost his old lady once but luckily found someone to open his heart to.

Not to mention, the way he lost Nyla and the case we worked on. But it’s all behind us, the case was officially closed years ago and we caught the killers as well as many after that. We’ve worked on many cases since and even with the ups and downs we all have from time to time; life is most definitely worth every struggle and smile combined.

The sound of the stall door closing catches my attention and I look back to see Atticus strolling my way. “Ready to head home? I’m beat.”

“Sure. Let me text Fisher’s old lady to make sure she keeps an eye on Marvin and tell him we’re heading home.”

His arm sneaks around my waist and he pulls me close. “How about you text her to keep him there for half an hour so we can have some one-on-one time together?”

My fingers are already working and I shoot the text asking her just that before I tuck my phone back into my pocket and slide my arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss and murmur, “Done.”

A growl rips from his throat and he hoists me up and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal in delight and smack his ass but I’m stunned when he doesn’t walk out of the stables but heads for the back instead. The large piles of hay block us when he takes a left and then a sharp right.

He slowly lets me slide down his body when I question, “Did you really make a makeshift bed for this moment?” My eyes widen with a realization. “Or do others use this as–”

Atticus’ mouth crushes against mine in a hot and fast kiss.

Pulling back, he rumbles, “I was bored and hopeful a few hours ago when I was waiting on the foal.”

Softening against him, I’m relieved to hear this isn’t some secret space every biker drags a girl into for some hot and fast action. My mind starts to drift away when his fingers start to fumble with my jeans.

My nipples are hard, brushing against the fabric of my bra. My body is on fire and yet I want nothing more than to have my man in my mouth. The heat he always has in his gaze and the full control of his pleasure always turns me on.

I bat his hands away and break our kiss. Confusion spreads his face but it only lasts for two heartbeats as I sink to my knees in front of him. I start to reach for his belt but he’s way ahead of me when he quickly unbuckles and shoves his jeans down.

With one hand he cups my jaw and with the other he’s palming his hard length. Ever so slowly he brings the two together, my eyes falling shut as he slides himself between my lips. He might feel like he’s the one in control but the slight buckle of his knees gives me the awareness of just how much I affect him.

I place my hands on his ass and bring my head forward to take him deep. His fingers slide into my hair and he groans loud. I start a slow pace to bob my head up and down his dick while I tease the sensitive underside right behind the tip every now and then to change it up by hollowing my cheeks has him rasping his breath within the next few minutes.

“Fuck, woman. Keep it up and I’ll spray my cum right down your throat instead of coming inside your sweet pussy,” he groans.

He might be complaining or giving empty threats but I’m caught up in my own lust for him. Our connection is still as raw and explosive as it was when we first collided and I’m sure it will last us a lifetime.

Unlike this blow job because I can feel him thickening in my mouth and when I slide my hand to his balls to cup and roll them, he’s done for. The animalistic grunt followed by curses and my name whispered on a heavenly sigh behind it, along with his salty taste pulsing hot in my mouth, allows me to swallow down his pleasure.

My body is humming with my own desire and even if I didn’t erupt like he did, it still fills my heart and soul with satisfaction. Though, I might be considered horny as hell but I also know that doesn’t last long when I’m around my husband.

And I’m right when he pulls free from my mouth and leans over to yank his jeans up, along with me right after. I’m caught up in a hard and hot kiss, feeling his tongue plunging into my mouth where I’m sure he can taste himself but doesn’t give a flying fuck, and then I’m flying through the air.

Long enough to land on his shoulder as he rushes us out of the stable and he takes the both of us in long strides toward our cabin.

Laughter flows from my body and I can’t help but tell him, “I can walk, you know? It’s not like I’m going to run off when I know you’re going to make me feel good as soon as we’re home.”

This earns me a hard smack on my ass, making me yelp.

“Shush, woman. I know damn well you’re not going anywhere but I want to feel every delicious curve rubbing against my body until I can strip you naked and lick you all over when we’re behind a locked door.”

Okay, then. No objections there, right? And this right here. The heat of our connection, the solid relationship we built over the years, the life and work we combine, and will continue to build and grow in time has my heart overflowing with the kind of perfection I’m thankful for each day after the next.

“I love you so much,” is my one and only response.

He squeezes my ass and murmurs, “Love you more, baby. So. Fuckin’. Much. More,” he adds punctuating every word with a hot slap on my ass.

How’s that for balance? My mind offers and a goofy grin slides across my face right before he steps over the threshold. And when I hear the door slam shut and the snick of the lock? I know I’m one lucky girl about to get really freaking lucky with the promise of multiple orgasms in my very near future.

All of those and many more in all the years we have ahead of us. And I can’t wait to see what else life has in store for the brotherhood, the ranch, the cases that need to be solved, and our family that keeps growing, just as our love for one another.