I gave her a second to catch her breath and then I slid my fingers out and drew my hand up to my mouth before sucking on my fingers, loving how her pupils dilated when she watched me tasting her juices on my fingers.
“We clear now?” I asked seriously.
She nodded.
“Good, because that’s the only time you get to say no to me, you hear? From here on out it’s yes, Jesse all the fucking way.”
She nodded again, but still looked hesitant. “I just meant, I wasn’t so sure about telling Gauge,” she stammered, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm, and goddamn, that look on her face made me want to bury myself deep inside her again. Right the fuck then, against the side of the fuckin’ clubhouse. Fuck, maybe I would.
“What?” I drawled out.
“I’m sure about us, it’s telling Gauge I’m not so sure about.”
Oh. Well, fuck. I almost laughed. Instead I smirked and wrapped my hand in her hair.
“You owe me one then, I guess,” I growled against her lips. I kissed her hard and quick and then I pulled away, taking her hand in mine, and together we walked around the side of the clubhouse.
The prospects from the night before were standing with the bikes. Fuckers looked tired, but they woke right the fuck up when they saw me and Laney holding hands. I glared at them until they looked away, and I took my woman inside my clubhouse.
Bikers and bitches were passed out all over—sitting on the floor huddled together, naked and passed out on the sofa. I looked around for Hardy or Gauge, and as if speaking of the devil, Gauge took that moment to stumble down the stairs of the clubhouse and into the main room, the woman he was with stumbling after him. He was drunk and tired, but it only took him a couple of seconds to see our hands entwined.
Gauge stopped walking, fucker even stopped swaying, as if the sight of me and his kid holding hands sobered him right the fuck up. The bitch he was with reached for him but he pushed her away, making her yelp. He glared over at me.
“Laney, get over here, now,” he snarled, his gaze still on me.
“She ain’t going to do that, brother. Claimed her as my own,” I said.
I won’t deny that a tremor ofholy shitcoursed through me as he stormed toward me, and I pushed Laney to one side to keep her safe, and then his hands were grabbing my cut and dragging me outside. Fucker caught me off balance, and I almost fell as he dragged me through the building and back into the morning air outside where the two prospects were now staring openly.
Laney was screaming at Gauge to get off me as Gauge threw me to the ground, his boot quickly following as it dug into my ribs and made me grunt in pain. Laney threw herself on the ground next to me.
“What have you done!? Stop it, Gauge!” she screamed up at him.
I pushed her away as Gauge curled his boot into my side once more, that one hurting twice as much as the first.
Laney dove up and started punching Gauge in the chest and arms, and I watched through the haze as he plowed another boot into my ribs. Brothers were coming out of the clubhouse by then, to see what the fuck was going on, and I was pretty sure Casa was placing bets on me dying—fucker that he was.
Gauge grabbed Laney by the arms as she clawed at his face, and he pushed her so hard that she fell back on her ass.
Fuck no, that shit wasn’t happening. I was more than prepared to take a beating for her, but he wasn’t laying a single fucking hand on her without facing my wrath. I snarled and dove up, because no one hurt my woman. I threw myself at him, knocking him onto his back and straddling the fucker while I pummeled my fists into his face. Blood exploded from his nose, and then he threw me off him so we were rolling in the dirt. At some point he caught me in the jaw and my teeth snapped together, making me see stars and blood explode as a tooth came loose.
It was a full-on fistfight as we beat the shit out of each other and our brothers formed a circle around us and cheered the fight on. Hardy pushed his way into the crowd, looking fucking furious when he saw it was Gauge and me.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he bellowed, making every one immediately shut the fuck up.
Gauge was holding me by the collar, his fist raised and ready to smash into my face for the sixth or seventh time, but he stopped and turned to look at Hardy. “Your boy claimed my girl, so I’m teaching him some fucking manners. Like how to ask before you go sticking your dick into pussy that ain’t yours!”
“Well, it’s mine now, so fuckin’ deal with it,” I bit out, spitting blood onto the ground.
Hardy looked from Gauge to me, and then he caught sight of Laney being held by Rose while she sobbed.
“This true, Jesse?” Hardy asked, his eyes narrowing on me.
I nodded and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground next to me. “Sure is. Claimed my woman and this fucker ain’t happy about it. Not that I give a shit, because it is what it is.”
Gauge turned to look at me again. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, Jesse! That’s my little girl!”
“No, that’s my fuckin’ old lady, brother,” I snarled out. “And I’m going to fuck her every which way for the rest of her life until she can’t walk straight and has a permanent smile on that beautiful fucking face of hers. We fucking clear now?” I raged.
