A fun Jack & Lily epilogue … and thank you!

Hi everyone! As an introduction to this little scene, it was written over email one night while the other ladies of the Club and I were chatting. Ella had just shared some good news, Ruby had also some good news, but Mel (who wants me to write a story where Jack & Lily have kids) was struggling with a cold that night. So at one point, she sent an email saying: “Kati has to give us another update on Jack and Lily! I think a baby kitten showed up lost at their place lost.”

So this is what I wrote in response.

Jack

“What the fuck is that noise?” Lily grumbles beside me.

I know what it is. I’ve been listening to the damn mewling for ten minutes. I’m a fucking death machine so if anything gets near our house, I know it. A mouse couldn’t crawl around without me hearing it. So of course I’ve been awake, trying to decide whether to get up and silence the little fucker, because Lily’s sprawled across my chest and moving might wake her up.

But she’s up now anyway. And so’s my dick, but that’s not going to get any of her pussy yet. Gotta get another pussy first.

“I’ll take care of it,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her soft, silky blonde hair that’s shoulder length now. It spills over her gorgeous face in a curtain, but just last night I had it pulled back in my huge fist while I pounded her from behind. That’s my Lily. Soft and hard at once.

Me, I’m all hard. But I still slide out of bed with my enormous erection bobbing in the wind, because that thing outside is still mewling. At the end of the bed, Starbuck raises her big head, but with a single shake of mine I command the big mastiff to stay where she is—looking after our Lily.

Nothing else matters. Except shutting that goddamn kitten up.

***

Lily

He’s been gone fifteen fucking minutes. Which means he either got a message and he’s out killing someone, or he went all soft for a bit of pussy.

I’d bet it’s the second. But since betting with Jack got me in trouble before, tied up in this bed while he fucked me…I’m not opposed to placing another bet.

With Starbuck at my heels, I head into the kitchen and find Jack sitting at the table with a tiny tortoiseshell kitten cradled in his left arm. With his right hand, he’s trying to feed it half and half from a little spoon. And maybe my heart melts at the sight, but that kind of shit isn’t going to fly at three in the goddamn morning. So instead I simply cross my arms and stare at him.

A little flush rises under his cheeks, but he doesn’t say anything. Starbuck noses in, trying to investigate, and I see how he’s torn for a second between protecting the kitten from the giant dog that once ripped some skinhead’s dick off and his love for our little pooch baby. Finally he lets the dog sniff. The kitten bats Starbuck’s shiny nose with a tiny paw, and it’s all so fucking cute I can’t stand it.

“Shit,” I mutter and head for the junk drawer. Since Jack moved in, everything’s more organized around here, so it doesn’t take me long to find the eyedropper that came with some antibiotics I used a while back, after I beat a punk’s ass and busted a knuckle and got an infection (because my author can’t think of anything better.) After making sure it’s clean, I claim the chair next to Jack’s. “Hand that over.”

The furry thing doesn’t even fill his palm. He gives it to me, and I cradle it in my arm, get the eyedropper in there. Pretty soon the little thing is purring and kneading my arm with those useless little baby claws.

“Shut up,” I tell it. “I’m not falling in love with you.”

Though I’m guessing Jack already has. Because when I glance up, he’s got that look in his eyes. The one that say his whole fucking world is sitting right before him.

Or maybe that’s just me. Because then he says with a rasp in his voice, “You’d make a damn good mother, Lily.”

My chest tightens up like I’m some kind of stupid fuck, and emotion clogs my throat. Because I don’t know how I would be a good mother at all. But that look he’s giving me says he really believes it.

“Shut the fuck up,” I tell him. “I’m not falling in love with you, either.”

His eyes harden with determination. “I’m gonna knock you up.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” I gesture to the kitten. “We’ve already got fucking babies to raise. You think parents have time for sex? Didn’t you read Ruby Dixon’s last novella?”

“Fuck that.” He slides off the chair onto his knees, gripping my thighs in his big hands, and slowly pushes them apart. “You just keep feeding that pussy. And I’ll start eating this one.”

Well…shit. I’m not going to argue with that.

But I’m still not going to be a mother.

THE END.

Of course we get a real peek at their future in Stone’s epilogue, though Mel probably isn’t quite happy yet… But maybe that’ll be another time.

Thank you everyone for following along on this amazing ride! The Hellfire Riders were such fun to write, and I’m not completely done with them… though this particular series is at an end. I love them all too much not to revisit them a little, though. 😍

Kati