Choo-Choo (9 page)

Epilogue

Ink sat back on the couch and watched Angel as she took care of the bar in the clubhouse.  He loved watching her move.  Things had been so good between them since they’d really talked back in October.  Life had been great.

The party hadn’t started yet, but a few of the brothers were already hanging out waiting for their favorite pussy to arrive.  Ink was so glad he didn’t have to live that life.  The thought of sharing a woman with half the brothers turned his stomach.  He loved knowing his dick was the only one that had ever been in his woman. 

There was a power in that. 

He grinned to himself.  She had finally agreed to have another baby and she was almost four months along now.  He loved the way her body looked when she was carrying his child.  Her breasts were amazing.  He remembered how she had been the first time.  She had been so unsure he would want her, but eventually she had come around and some of the best sex of their marriage had been while she was pregnant with Caterina.  This time was no different.

Angel had a hell of a sex drive.  There were times he wasn’t sure he could keep up with her, but he really couldn’t complain.  She was loyal and she loved him.

What more could a man ask for?

They would have a new baby by fall.  He couldn’t think of a single thing that would make life better.

Ink looked up when the door opened.  Zipper walked in holding a big white envelope.  He spotted Ink and nodded before he made his way to sit beside him on the couch.

“Just the man I wanted to see.”  Zipper grinned.  “Well after I deliver this to Choo-Choo anyway.  Seen him?”

“Nah, he and Josie are out looking at houses or land or some shit.”  Ink answered, his eyes drawn back to Angel.

He knew she had once had a thing for the man, but that had been over before they met and she had never given in to his demands of sex.  Zipper had eventually moved out to the Denver Charter and Angel had been glad to see him go.  She hadn’t seen much of him over the years.  Ink wondered if any of the old chemistry would still exist between them.

She looked up and paled when she saw who he was talking to.  Zipper started talking as she took a step toward them shaking her head.

“Is it true?”

“What?”  He couldn’t figure out why Angel would look so stricken.

“Angel’s knocked up again?”  Zipper asked.

“Yeah.  About four months.  Why?”

“You slick fucker.  Waited long enough.  I’ve been dying for another go at her.  That’s one fan-fucking-tastic rule by the way.”

Ink frowned.  “What rule?”

“She can fuck all she wants when she’s knocked up.  No risk and she gets her kicks in too.  Still the same rules this time?  ‘Cause I’m not ashamed to say, that’s the best pussy I’ve ever been in.  You are one lucky son of a bitch, my brother.”

Zipper was oblivious to the tension that had settled around the room.  Ink didn’t even have to ask her, he could tell by the look on her face that Zipper was telling the truth.  All of the lies came crashing down around him.  She hadn’t been worried about him being unfaithful as much as she had been paying penance.

Ink felt his stomach roll.  He was going to be sick if he had to sit there another second.

“Same rules.  Have a good time brother.”  He said as he stood and walked to the door.

Jazz walked in just before he reached the door and he pulled her close and kissed her like he was starving for her.  Right on queue she wrapped around him and moaned as she returned his kiss.  He heard Angel call his name, but he couldn’t look back.  He pulled Jazz with him and walked toward his bike.  He needed to ride.

Her brown eyes widened for a split second before she decided to go for it.  She slid on Ink’s bike and wrapped her arms around him as he spun out of the parking lot. 

He glanced back once to see Angel standing in the glow of the outside lights.  She looked pale and she was crying, but he couldn’t care.  It had all been a lie.  Everything was one big fucking lie.