Trusting Thorn (Miami Saints MC #5)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Oakland

Halloween

“Happy Halloween!” I call out, hip-checking the door closed behind me as I make my way into the living room.

Thorn looks up from where he’s sprawled on the couch with our little fluffy dog curled up on his chest.

Oh, my heart, that’s the sweetest sight.

“Happy Halloween, baby,” he rasps, his voice rough with sleep.

Moving over to the couch, I lean down to give him a quick kiss. “Where are the girls?”

As if on cue, the two of them come barreling down the hallway.

“Is it time to get ready, yet?” Mila asks, the first one in the living room.

Morgan follows close behind, looking just as eager. “Can we put on our costumes now?”

I laugh, my head nodding. “Yeah, it's time.”

As if it were choreographed, they both turn on their heels and dart back to their room. Shaking my head, I follow behind them with Thorn calling out, “Don't forget the scary makeup!”

Like I'd forget.

That's the best part.

The next hour is a whirlwind of getting the girls dressed, their makeup just right, and making a few last-minute adjustments. After applying the coat of black lipstick, I stand back to get a look at my handiwork and a smile breaks out across my face.

Mila looks so good in her Wednesday costume. I braided her hair into two pigtail braids and applied dark, smokey makeup. Add that to her striped stockings that go perfectly with her gothic dress and the girl is good to go.

“Perfection!” I kiss my fingertips.

“What about me?” Morgan laughs.

“I hope nobody says the B word three times,” I shiver.

“Beetlejuice!” Mila shouts and I quickly put a finger to my lips, trying not to smile.

Morgan is decked out in a striped jumpsuit, a white frizzy wig, and makeup that's damn good if I do say so myself.

“You look pretty too, Mommy!”

“Yeah, you are the prettiest princess, Oak.”

I look down at the skimpy outfit I'm wearing and frown. Harley insisted I get a costume of my own when we took the girls shopping for theirs.

“Thanks, girls.”

Pulling at the hem of my dress, I motion for the girls to head to the living room to show Thorn how good they look.

Hearing us coming, he lifts up from his spot on the couch and his eyes light up when he sees us.

“Well, would you look at that,” he says, grinning. “I’ve got Beetlejuice and Wednesday Adams right here in my living room."

The girls giggle as they twirl around, showing off their costumes.

“And you.” He eyes me up and down. “That's hot, babe.”

I feel my cheeks heat. “Thanks, honey.”

“You girls ready to go trick-or-treating?” Thorn asks, already reaching for his boots.

“Yes!” both girls scream, taking off to grab their buckets.

“I’ve got a treat for you later, woman. Come here.” Thorn’s arms wrap around me from behind and he grounds his hardness into my bottom.

“I can feel that.” I laugh.

“Later,” he promises, kissing my temple and stepping back as the girls reappear.

Together, we step out into the crisp October air and follow behind the girls as they race towards the first house with a porch light on.

Seeing the girls’ excitement, I can't help but smile.

“Happy?” Thorn asks, slipping his hand into mine and squeezing it.

I nod. “The happiest.”

The End.