Sooner, rather than later, Rowan Martell was going to be mine, and the entire club was going to bow down to her.
“Are you done?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Do you have things to do?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking her hand. “You.”
I pulled her toward the door, just as I heard a chuckle I recognised, and the bitch’s whiny voice piped up, ruining my plans.
“Look, Rolls finished her entire meal, cleaned the plate and all. Some things don’t change, after all.”
Rowan’s hand pulled from mine, and I felt her stiffen behind me. Turning to see Tee and Tori, both laughing behind the counter.
Fucking cunts.
I turned to Rowan, who was looking anywhere, but at them, her arms crossed over her stomach, shielding herself. I tugged at her hand and wheeled her into my arms, cupping the side of her face, and pulling her to me. My lips sealed over hers, tongue licking at her lips to gain entry before I deepened the kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her body molding to mine, eager to feel me.
Oh god, sweetheart, I will take you right here if you keep that up.
When I pulled away, her face was flushed, her eyes dark with desire and her lips swollen from my beard. Turning to the two bitches, both slackjawed because they knew I didn’t do public affection outside the clubhouse, I addressed them.
“Consider this your notice. You touch or hurt what’s mine, and nothing in this damn world will save you from my wrath.”
Pulling Rowan out the door with me, I got on the bike and helped her to get on behind me.
“You didn’t have to do that for me,” she said, softly.
“Yeah, babe, I did. No one hurts what’s mine.”
Rowan
I was just about to finish my shift when I saw Frankie and Chaos waltz in like it was the most casual thing in the world. I froze my ministrations of cleaning a glass and watched as he led her to the back of the clubhouse, a huge grin on her face, and the look I’d seen a thousand times.
Reaper came over then, taking my attention away from her for a moment.
“You okay?” he asked, putting his empty glass on the table.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I pointed toward Chaos and Frankie. I could already see the lust in her eyes. When Frankie fell, she fell hard, and the last time almost killed her.
“Why not?”
“Is he a one-woman kind of guy?” I queried, already knowing the answer.
Reaper sighed. “No, but he’s also not a dick. He would have told her that before he started anything.”
“We may start out okay with thinking we want the same thing but the more time we spend with guys, the more we get attached.It’s our biological nature. If we disconnect, it’s fine, we can do whatever we want, but that attachment forms with proximity. What I see there isn’t just a random fuck here and there, it’s…something.”
“I don’t get messed up with my guys’ sex life, kitten.”
“I’m not asking you to,” I replied. “I’m almost off the clock though, so I might take Frankie out.”
“Where?” he asked, immediately.
“I don’t know, maybe we’ll head into the city and get some drinks, a girl’s night out.”
“I’ll come with you,” he said instantly.
“You’re not a girl, Wyatt,” I smiled at him, loving how possessive he was being. Usually, I hated that shit but on Reaper, that was hot as fuck, and made me feel all kinds of girly.
