Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“I mean, you threatened to before. And that if his dick touched me you’d cut it off and feed it to him.” I pointed an accusing finger at Dom. “I distinctly remember that.”
“As long as he treats you right, his dick’ll be safe.”
“So what does all this mean? Him claiming me?”
“It means you’ll be my old lady. In the eyes of the club, we’d be married. Also means you’ll not only have my and Dom’s protection, but that of the entire club.” He shrugged. “Probably would anyway, but there are a few stubborn old goats who’d resist.” He shrugged. “Not that it would matter. Lemon would quash that shit the second it left someone’s mouth. But havin’ someone claim you makes it all simple.”
I leveled a hard gaze on Ringo. “I want one thing perfectly clear before we go any further.”
“What’s that?” Ringo raised an eyebrow as if to tell me to do my worst.
“If being your old lady is the same as being married, I will accept nothing less than fidelity. I absolutely will not tolerate being cheated on.”
“That’s part of it, baby girl.” Ringo gave me a nod of acknowledgment. “You’re mine. I’m yours.”
“You break that rule, Ringo, Dom won’t have to cut off your dick and feed it to you. I’ll shove it up your ass.”
Chapter Seven
Ringo
Yeah. I was totally fucked. This woman…
“Sweet Christ,” Dom muttered. “Get her shit and get outta here, Ringo. I absolutely will not let you dry hump my daughter in my fuckin’ quarters.” Then he pointed at Calista. “You. If he hurts you, or doesn’t make it good for you --”
“Right. Come see you.”
“Actually no. Not unless you want him dead. Go to Lemon. Especially with the latter ‘cause I do not want to know.”
That made Calista burst out laughing. “Point taken.”
“Now. Ringo. Take care of my girl. You don’t and you will answer to me.”
“On it, boss.” With a grin, I stood and crossed to Calista. “Why don’t you rummage through that box Lemon gave you and find some jeans and socks. Get your boots back on and we'll take my bike.” I smirked at Dom, knowing putting his daughter on the back of my bike was probably one more nail in my coffin, but he’d been the one to start this.
It didn't take her long to change. “Where we going?” We walked outside the clubhouse and she glanced over her shoulder like she was really having second thoughts about the whole leaving-with-me thing.
“On a ride around the compound. Thought you might like a little taste of what you’re in for.”
She stopped dead in her tracks. “This better not be some nefarious way to do something awful. Because you might hurt me, but unless you kill me, you have to sleep sometime. I will totally follow through on my promise to cut off your dick and shove it up your ass.”
That got a bark of laughter from me. “Nefarious? Nah. Anything I do to you might be sinful, but I promise you’ll enjoy it and beg me for more.” I tugged her onward. “I think you’ll enjoy the bike. Nothin’ like the wind in your hair and a powerful machine between your legs.” I gave her my best wicked grin.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, no, you didn’t!” But she was grinning and continued on with me without more protest.
I helped her on the bike, showing her where to put her feet. “Do not touch the pipes. They will burn you even through thick denim.”
She nodded, then I climbed aboard and reached down to start up my bike. The rattle of the pipes always got my blood pumping. Now, with a sexy woman on the back…
No. Scratch that. Not with a sexy woman. My sexy woman. She was thirteen years younger than me, the daughter of my SAA, and possibly a stronger woman than I was ever prepared for, but I wasn’t giving her up.
When she put her hands at my sides, gripping my cut, I gently took one hand and tugged her forward until both of her arms were wrapped around me. One hand was flat against my stomach, while the other one gripped her wrist so she was locked to me. She didn’t seem to know how she could touch me so she was tentative, but I pressed my hands over hers, letting her know she could touch me all she wanted. Then we took off.
The compound was completely fenced in on a crap-ton of land. With the sun just now coming up and the heat not so great, I thought she might like a tour around the various sections. Just so she could see the terrain.
We didn’t have a road through the place, exactly, but a wide, dirt path packed hard. While I couldn’t ride with a great deal of speed, it was a fairly smooth ride. Prospects walked the path two or three times a week to keep the weeds beat back and the trail maintained, especially after rain or in sections we’d had to build wooden trails over.