“Do not insult my man’s taste by suggesting he’d want anything to do with you. That would put you on the same level as me, and that would be impossible.”
Her mouth dropped before she bit down on her bottom lip and growled. When she swung at me, it caught me by surprise, but I was still able to avoid the punch, push her arm down, andpop her in her face. Mesha hit the floor, head bouncing off it in the process.
“Fuck!” Wicked grumbled from the sight of her being knocked out cold. He lowered himself and patted her face before pushing her eyelids back. Looking back at me, he shook his head. “I ain’t gon’ yell at you for defending yourself, but don’t do that shit no more. When I’m around you, you have absolutely no reason to fight.”
“She swung at me first,” I reminded him, as if it hadn’t just happened seconds ago in front of him.
“You should’ve let her hit the air and I would’ve handled her.”
My eyes rolled as I took a step back and huffed. “I get that you want to always protect me, Wicked, but?—”
“Be quiet,” he snapped quietly but with enough force to make me shut up. “I’ma handle your ass when we get home. For now, go sit in the car and wait for me while I get this girl up.”
“Ugh,” I groaned before stomping away.
“Fix ya attitude, or that’s gon’ make it worse for you,” he warned as I walked away, and for some reason, that made me smile.
“You sure about this?” Pops asked as I watched Jelai strut in my direction.
It was her first time at the clubhouse, but since she was already familiar with a few members, she fit in naturally. Pops was keeping his distance and watching more than anything. I knew he was waiting for me to formally introduce her as my gal, my ol’ lady, before he truly welcomed her in. That would happen this evening when I was sure Jelai was ready to hold that title. Being with me while she had my attention was one thing, but when the war was no longer an issue and our lives returned to normal, things would change. The club would have a high priority in my life—not above her, but it would require a lot of my time.
We spent our weekends riding out, and we had bike nights once or twice a month. Every quarter we had a charity or fundraiser event, and every year, we had a gala and festival that were both large productions. With Pops being the president, I’d have a lot of responsibility helping him out. I’d planned to talk to her about it when we got back to the clubhouse after our ride, and if she was sure she was down for this lifestyle, I’d claim her publicly and let her do the same to me.
“Yeah,” I answered simply. “I can’t be without her no more, Pops. I know that’s selfish, but we both know what’s at risk.”
Sighing, he squeezed my shoulder and patted my back. “Aight. You know I got you no matter what, and after you claim her, I got her too.”
She made her way over to us shyly, waving at Pops as I held my hand out for her. She curled against me perfectly as I wrapped my arm around her waist.
“Pops, this is Jelai. I think it’s past time the two of you officially meet.”
“Hi,” she spoke softly with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Pops took her hand into his and kissed it. “You as well. All these years, I’ve wondered about the woman who turned my son’s world upside down. It’s a pleasure to meet you, baby girl.”
She grinned bashfully as she looked at me.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I pulled my vest off and wrapped it around her shoulders. I didn’t have my official leather jacket with my patch yet, but giving her my prospect attire made it clear to every member and hangaround outside that she was mine, and I was hers. Jelai looked down at The Wilted Roses emblem on the vest. It was red, green, and gray against the black vest. Wilted roses were inside the circled words, and our slogan was underneath.
From Bloom to Bone.
That slogan was starting to have a deeper meaning now.
“Welcome to the family, baby girl,” Pops said, pulling her in for a hug as Sonny and Cole looked on, oohing and awing like some damn kids.
We all laughed before I helped her climb onto my bike.
It was time to ride.
“Damn,” I muttered, watching Jelai’s ass shake as she twerked in front of me. Lowering myself to her ear, I told her, “Tonight, I wanna watch you do that on my dick.”
Biting down on her bottom lip, she wrapped her arm around me and held me close. “It would be my pleasure.”
My hand slithered around her waist, dick growing as she made her cheeks clap against me. Palming her pussy, I moaned against her ear.
“You ready to go now?” I checked, making her laugh.
We’d been back at the clubhouse for about two hours now, which was long enough for me to show her around, introduce her to the members that hadn’t joined us when we were riding out, and feed her before we started drinking. Tonight was the first time I’d ever had a reason to be on the dancefloor, and having her grind against me had me wanting to take her upstairs to one of the bedrooms.
