Broken Soul (Deviant Souls MC #3)

Epilogue

ODETTE

Liza, our youngest daughter, squeals in delight as she watches her father and older sister take off on a motorcycle, doing figure-eights in the parking lot of the Deviant Souls clubhouse. “When can I go? When can I go?” she asks excitedly.

“Not for a few more years,” I tell her. She pouts, her green eyes and frown matching her father’s pout perfectly. “Sydney didn’t take her first ride until she was ten.”

“But that’s like…” Liza trails off, doing the mental math. “At least twenty years from now.”

I laugh and scoop up my six-year-old. “More like four years,” I correct.

“Same thing,” she sighs dramatically.

Domino and Calista join us outside with their kids, Hadley and Brianna. Hadley is the same age as Liza, and I set her down so the two can play together.

“There’s dessert inside,” Calista tells me with a smile.

She’s so sweet. Over the years I’ve become close friends with her and Rowan, Jett’s wife. The three of us have kids around the same age and have found a common interest in trash TV, white wine, and spa days. Luckily, our husbands are in full support of our girls’ day on the first Saturday of each month and gladly watch the kiddos.

“Is your key lime pie among the options?” I ask.

“Of course. Just for you.”

I laugh and head inside, craving a slice of pie.

Diesel walks into the club a few minutes later, his eyes latching onto mine as he heads my way. “I see you found the whole reason for coming to the club cookout,” he teases.

“Want a bite?” I ask, holding out my fork for him.

“I’d rather get a taste this way,” he murmurs, cupping my chin and pressing his lips to mine. I open up for him, letting his kiss wash over me and drag me out to sea. I’m drowning in everything he’s offering, lost in his drugging kiss as I melt into his embrace.

When we break apart, I notice Diesel has some whipped cream on the corner of his mouth. I wipe it off with my thumb, and he wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand toward him so he can lick it off my digit.

“Okay, you two. There are kids here, you know. Your own, in fact,” Jett says, giving us a hard time.

“Mind your own damn business,” Diesel grunts.

I swat his chest while Jett laughs. Diesel simply wraps me up in his arms and holds me until Jett takes the hint and leaves us alone.

“What was that for?” I ask, referring to the steamy kiss he just gave me.

“I saw you standing there, all gorgeous and sexy and mine, and I needed to kiss you.”

“Needed to, huh?”

He nods. “It was essential for my survival. I might need another one soon.”

“Is that so?” I smile up at my husband, loving the way his green eyes light up whenever he’s looking at me. Some days, I still can’t believe he chose me to spend his life with.

I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going when my car broke down in front of his shop all those years ago. Diesel opened up his home and heart to me, and every year, month, and day is better than the last.

My husband leans down, brushing his nose against mine. “I love with my whole heart, princess,” he whispers.

“I love you more,” I reply. Before he can protest like I know he wants to, I lift myself up on my tiptoes and kiss him once more.

The argument dies on his lips as he slides his hands down my back and grabs my ass. I love how easily I can distract him. I plan on distracting him like this every day of our lives, and I have a feeling he’ll let me.

When we break apart, Diesel presses me against his chest, rocking us back and forth. I never thought I’d have this. Not just a man who loves and cherishes me and our kids, but a whole family of supportive people. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, right now, with my love.

THE END