was missing. “Where’s Dom?” He was the Silver Saint I was closest to—other than Link, obviously. I liked to spend time in the garage, and he worked on his bike out there a lot. I’d expected him to be one of the first through the door with Cat.
My childhood neighbor ignored my question as she made a beeline to the baby, but Scout stopped to kiss my cheek and answered, “You know how much he wanted to be here, pinkie. But he had some shit go down while you were in labor, and I’m not sure how quickly he’s going to be able to wrap it up.”
He’d been excited about Harrison’s birth, so it had to be something serious to keep him away from the hospital. “What happened?”
Scout gently chucked me under the chin and shook his head. “That’s his story to tell.”
Extra Epilogue
Link
Harlowe sauntered into my office looking smug, her sexy hips swaying enticingly, and tossed her vest onto the couch on the wall to the left of the door. Even after seven years together, it took nothing but thinking about her to get me hard.
When my gaze returned to her face, I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the look for, angel?” I asked suspiciously.
She blinked her eyes innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You lookin’ for a spanking, Harlowe?”
Her cheeks tinged with pink, and I had to stifle a grin. We both knew she loved it when I slapped her ass, but no matter how many times we’d fucked, or how dirty it got, she still blushed like a virgin. It was adorable and sexy as hell at the same time.
“Maybe later,” she said, her tone a little breathless.
I held out my hand for her to come to me, and she walked closer but stopped just outside my reach, making me frown.
“Get your pretty little ass over here, angel,” I commanded gruffly. I was hard as a fucking rock and...my thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I noticed what my wife was wearing. Tight jeans encased her gorgeous legs—I wasn’t real happy about how they molded her body, but at least it covered them. Her shirt was another story.
Her top covered her big tits, but only two tiny straps held it up, and the material barely covered her stomach with her small baby bump. What had me really fucking pissed was that I’d seen this top before, and I knew that the back was open, revealing her smooth, gorgeous skin to every motherfucker she walked by. Which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra—something I’d expressly forbidden.
“Thought I burned that sorry excuse for a shirt,” I said accusingly.
Harlowe smiled sweetly, trying to distract me, and it almost worked. I shook my head and crooked my finger at her, my expression clearly conveying my displeasure.
Unfortunately, while I sent every prospect and many of my brothers running in the opposite direction when I glared at them like this, my wife just laughed.
“You’re hot when you get all growly and possessive, but that’s not why I wore this,” she informed me, her smug expression returning. “Just a perk.” She winked, and I nearly jumped out of my seat to take her to the ground and bury my cock in her tight pussy. But first, she was going to get that spanking she’d earned.
“I decided it was time to pay you back for stealing my winnings over the years,” she announced as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared me down.
My brow furrowed in confusion.
“You’ve been traipsing off to get your tattoos without me, even though I very clearly won the right to pick them.”
Her exasperated tone made me smile. She was right; I’d been a sneaky son of a bitch, knowing that one of those times, she’d have a unicorn tattooed on my ass. After the first bet, when I’d had the angel wings and halo added to the tattoo on my back, she’d won twice more over the years. Of course, I’d won more often than that, but my prizes always involved Harlowe being naked.
Each time she’d won, her bet had been another tattoo, and I’d snuck off to have it done. I’d added a falling feather with Harrison’s name on it. Then she’d beat me again after Xander was born, so I’d done the same with his. Whether or not we had another bet, I’d be adding another little feather for our daughter, Scarlet, after she was born.
“And wearing shit like this is how you’re paying me back?” I asked