Annabelle showed up at the clubhouse a few hours later looking like sex on a stick. She had on a tight halter top that did the most wonderful things to her tits. Her shorts though, those were going to be the death of me. They were too fucking short and she looked absolutely edible in them.
The guys noticed her immediately and the room erupted in cheers. For a brief moment, I was afraid she was going to bolt, but she didn’t. She smiled and sauntered in like she owned the place, walking straight to me.
“Hey, doll face,” I said when she got near. I pulled her close for a very inappropriate kiss, her words, not mine. I didn’t give a fuck where we were or who was watching. If I wanted to kiss her like I was about to fuck her, I was going to do it.
“Daddy! Your kids are here!” Ember whisper-yelled at me.
I laughed. “You do realize we had sex to create you, right?”
She hunched over like she was going to be sick and groaned. “Oh, please, someone make him stop before I puke all over the place.”
Annabelle slapped her hand playfully against my chest. “Nix, behave yourself.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I would do anything for her and she knew it.
I placed my beer on the bar and whistled loudly through my fingers to get everyone’s attention. “I’m sure all of you know by now, but in case some of you missed it, this is my Annabelle.”
The room erupted in cheers again and the brothers immediately lined up to greet her and introduce themselves. She shared a warm hug with Badger and a tearful embrace with Patch while she thanked him for his help all those years ago. I wasn’t crazy about them touching her, but I managed to keep my possessive tendencies under control.
The party was in full swing and everyone was having a great time. The music was blaring. Annabelle and Ember were dancing on the makeshift dance floor with Reese, Harper, and some of the other girls. I was playing pool with Badger, Dash, and Duke in the common room while watching my sexy as hell Annabelle shake her ass.
“We win again,” Dash proudly announced.
“Yeah, it’d be a different story if I had a partner that wasn’t so damn distracted,” Badger teased.
“Hey, Phoenix,” Crystal purred into my ear, dragging her hand down my chest. “I bet I can hold your attention. Want to play with me and see?”
I flicked her hand away from my chest. “No, thanks. I’ve got a woman.”
She moved back in, seeming to get herself even closer to me. “Get rid of her,” she whispered in my ear while rubbing her fake tits on my arm. I was raising my hands to shove her away from me when a shrill screech came from Crystal as she was pulled away.
“You keep your motherfucking nasty ass whore hands off my man,” Annabelle yelled into Crystal’s face. She had a handful of her hair and was shaking her head with each word.
Crystal tried unsuccessfully to get out of my woman’s grip. She straightened herself as best she could and demanded, “Who the fuck are you, bitch?”
Annabelle smiled an evil smile. “The correct response was ‘I will’.” Annabelle then slapped her hand back and forth across her face while yelling, “He is mine, not yours. Don’t touch.”
“He isn’t yours. He has an Old Lady,” Crystal spat. Annabelle gasped and tossed Crystal to the floor, turning her furious eyes to me.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
“You have an Old Lady?” Annabelle screeched in a tone that had Chop whimpering.
Well, fuck me. I wanted to tell her in private, so I could explain, but that option was blown out the window by a whore’s breath.
“It’s you,” I said quietly.
She blinked, taken aback by my words. “Excuse me?”
“It’s you. Claimed you the day I received my patch. I knew back then I would never want anyone else but you. Plus, if you did ever come back to Croftridge, you would have the club’s protection, even if something happened to me,” I explained.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her tone much calmer.
“I wasn’t sure how you’d take it, especially with everything else going on. Figured you knew what it meant to be an Old Lady, particularly the president’s Old Lady since you’ve been hanging with the Knights.”
