He acknowledges that with a grimace. Garfield is not a fan of long-term relationships. “Here’s the thing. I don’t like a cop, even a freshly minted cute one, being this close to club business. And…” he holds up his hand again when I frown. “There’s a whole lot of expensive construction equipment being delivered next week out at the new site. And after that, we’ll need someone on site at night to keep stupid motherfuckers from messing where they don’t belong. So I’m proposing that you and the missus move into an RV on the site. We’ll include a small house in the build so the two of you can fuck each other like bunnies all night as long as you stop for any intruders. That’s when it’s useful to have a cop on the premises.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he’s almost offering this as a wedding gift. “I’ll have to talk it over with Ariel, but I like the sound of it.”
Garfield scowls. “Got you by the balls already? I thought you were the one wearing the pants?”
I scowl right back at him. “Careful what you say, old man. You know fate pays extra special attention to Haven County. You don’t want her picking you as her next special project.”
Garfield is superstitious as fuck. But this time he surprises me. He picks up his beer and drains the can. “Too late,” he mutters under his breath.
I make my escape back upstairs. Ariel is sitting up waiting for me with wide eyes. “Everything okay?” she asks. “I was starting to get worried.”
I strip once again and roll onto the bed, pulling her into my arms. “No coming to the rescue, Candy Cane. We have the offer of an RV followed by a small house out at the new rescue center. You interested?”
She nods immediately. “Does that mean I get to play with the kittens whenever I want?”
I tickle her side. “Only after I’m done playing with you, Candy Cane. Then maybe fifteen minutes with the kittens before I get horny again.”
She giggles, but I prove my point by sliding into her with one firm thrust of my hips. “Did your pussy miss me, baby?”
Ariel rolls her eyes, but her pussy clamps down possessively all the same. “You’remybig bad biker, Howell James Beecham. And don’t you forget it.”
I don’t plan to. All further thoughts flee my brain as the sheer pleasure of fucking my wife takes over. I don’t see how this could ever get old. I make sure she cums at least three times before I unleash my cum in her. Filling her up so that she’ll still be dripping in the morning and remember that this is right where she belongs. In my arms.
EPILOGUE
Five years later
I love my job; I do. But I’m secretly a little jealous of how little paperwork exists in Howler’s life. Sometimes he even gets to bring kittens to work — when they need round-the-clock care and there’s nobody else to fill in. His boss, Marty, is a softy underneath the growls, so he is usually the one feeding them tiny bottles in the office.
But I’m never second-fiddle in Howler’s life, so I don’t complain. The minute he sees me, his eyes light up, every damn time. He drops everything and swoops me up.
Like now. I’m off work for the entire week of Christmas. It took all five years to work up enough seniority to get that, so I plan to enjoy it. Our little house on the grounds is decorated to the max. I don’t think you could fit one more ornament in here if you tried.
“You can let me down now,” I mumble into Howler’s mouth. He’s busy kissing me, and while I greatly enjoy that, there is food in my car that needs to be unloaded. Which I explain patiently.
“Go inside, Candy Cane. I’ll get the bags.” He pushes me gently towards the front door and turns to do exactly that. Five minutes later, and the perishables are safely stowed, and he has me up on the kitchen counter for more kisses.
“I don’t like it when you run errands after work,” he admits, his big hands firm on my hips. “I worry enough as it is.”
“I did text you,” I remind him.
“I know. I knew where you were, but I get withdrawal symptoms.” He smirks and presses his erection between my legs. I shiver and pull his head down again.
“Five years, Howler. Any regrets?”
His head shake is immediate and fierce. “Don’t be an idiot, Ariel. You’re the best damn thing to waltz into my life in flannel pajamas.” He smirks down at me.
“Hey!” I mock twist his ear. “That’s an awful lot of qualifiers. I still love you, though.” I push him back a little so I can hop down. My parents will be bringing all the gifts I stashed at their place shortly. While they’ve grown not to openly wince at the sight of all his tattoos, I don’t think we need to be caught making out in the kitchen.
“I’ll make it up to you later,” I promise as Howler pouts. “In fact, I was thinking we could go for a ride down the trail and you could make love to me on your new bike.”
That’s right, Tameiko finally died. His loyalty to that machine was impressive, but now he has something truly badass. Sadly, he will only take me with him on rural roads or trails. In turn, I got a promise not to ride in dangerous conditions. Which he mostly honors. I also have a tracker on him sewn into his club jacket so he can always be found. He doesn’t tell anyone else about it, but I think he was secretly pleased when I asked.
Howler’s eyes turn hot and dark. “I don’t want you getting cold.”
I shake my head. “I might have a little surprise for you there.” I blush slightly because, for me, this is daring. I took an old pair of flannel pajamas and carefully slit the crotch for just this scenario. “And we can bring a blanket,” I remind him. So what if this isn’t how cool biker dudes fuck? Nobody else can see and it’s working for us.
“You’re not wearing your uniform?”
