“He grabbed his junk and told me I didn’t know what I was missing.” I laugh in a fit of giggles because it really was that ridiculous.
“He didn’t say that, did he?”
“Yeah, he freaking did. Asshole. Someone has to give that kid some etiquette lessons if he even thinks that line is gonna work.”
“Not gonna be you,” he mutters.
Logan is possessive.
I smile to myself. “Any other rules?”
“Didn’t say we had rules.”
“But you don’t want other men approaching me or looking at me.”
“Because you’re with me.”
“They just can’t know it.”
“They can know, in fact, it might be better they do,” he says, his voice like ice. “May have to teach Rip a lesson about respectin’ his elders, and a club sister.”
I like being called a club sister. Of course, it’s by association only, but it still warms my heart.
“He was just joking around.”
“He can joke around on the end of my fuckin’ fist collidin’ with his nose,” he grumbles.
I bite down on my lip. This is a fun conversation. “Wait, are you jealous?”
“Of that little shit?” he snorts. “Hardly.”
“Hmm, I don’t know, it sounds suspicious to me.”
“How about you don’t worry about what I’m gonna do to Rip for even speakin’ to you. He knows the rules.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” I muse. I am a bitch, I admit it, but I do like this little game we’re playing.
“Can when he’s dog shit. Shouldn’t be speakin’ like that, or touchin’ himself around you, or any female in the clubhouse.”
“Calm down, he was just trying his luck. What about you, all those sweet butts trying to hit on you whenever you show up.”
“Had my fair share, but that was a long time ago.”
I screw my nose up at the idea. “Too busy for complications like needy women?”
“Yes.”
I like him admitting that. One thing I’m definitely not is needy, and I don’t intend to ever be that way. I might have whined for Logan’s cock earlier, but that’s different. It was the heat of the moment.
“Plus, they do get around,” I add.
His chest rumbles with a chuckle. “Now who’s gettin’ jealous?”
“Jealousy is stupid for two people who aren’t a thing,” I point out. “Ridiclous even.”
I can’t wait to see what happens at the clubhouse next time I get accosted. We might even see some fists flying. Not that I want to instigate a fight, but Logan is contradictory. We’re nothing, yet he doesn’t like other men looking at me. Am I reading too much into this, or does that sound a little backwards?
Still, I don’t question it because this arrangement suits me just fine. We both get what we want, no strings attached. Plus, I get this big hulk of a man defending my honor if and when I need it.
