surprisingly called Angel, is enjoying some female companionship. I’m all for it, but what shocked me, is that he unzipped his pants and the woman immediately dropped to the floor, her face in his lap. Her head quickly begins to bob, and I catch glimpses of Angels tan veiny cock as she goes. I’m trying not to stare, but it’s hard not to when it’s right in front of you on display.
Ripper follows my stare, chuckling. “Angel prefers having an audience.”
My eyes widen as I meet his sparkling gaze, catching on to what he means. Of course, he thinks my reaction is hilarious. “Does this, uh, sort of thing happen often then?”
He shrugs. “Often enough. All the brothers have had their cock sucked in this room at some point.”
I gasp. “No one minds it? Please tell me that lemon scent is disinfectant and not anything else.”
He smirks, leaning in to press an amused kiss to my forehead. It’s sweet and has me relaxing again. “Here, the brothers are free from judgment. They may catch some shit from us, but we accept them for who they are.”
“That’s very admirable of you,” I offer, respecting them for their acceptance.
“Not really, Gem. These men are my brothers; we’re the family we choose. If I wasn’t going to accept them and have their backs, I wouldn’t be here.” He sends me a pointed glance, and I take the hint. If I want to stick around and be with him, I need to accept these guys too. I may not agree with everything or partake in what they do, but I need to let go of any judgments I may harbor. That will be hard…I won’t deny it. Coming from a somewhat conservative lifestyle, the MC is everything I didn’t grow up around. I guess it all boils down to how much I want to be with Ripper. He’s a packaged deal—the MC being his counterpart.
“I respect that, and I like to think I’m somewhat open-minded. I won’t judge, but it’ll take some getting used to.”
He nods. “I get it. Hell, maybe you’d like to join in sometime?” He casts me a wink, his white teeth on display with his signature grin. The man is all-natural charm, even though he comes off as a prick most the time. He’s one of those guys that no matter how hard you try to be annoyed with, you can’t.
I roll my eyes, throwing back a little bit of sass. “Don’t go holding your breath.”
Richardson appears more than interested, though, I think to myself, as I watch his attention glued to the free show in front of us all. We’ve been staying here at the clubhouse for two weeks now. My father swooped in and quickly departed, leaving me with minimal restrictions. It’s the first time for a lot of things for me. I’m trying not to go crazy with the loosened leash, as I love the feeling of freedom more than I ever expected and am dreading the moment he takes it away.
My bodyguard doesn’t seem to mind the freedom either. Each day he comes out of his room looking a bit more rugged. At first, it was the suits. That changed within a few days into jeans and a plain T-shirt. I notice he’s not even wearing tennis shoes any longer, but a pair of boots like the rest of the guys around here and a leather belt to match. This week he’s gone as far as to not shave each day and has a dusting of hair over his face. It’s a different look for him, but he seems to be enjoying it. It’s like knowing the usual Richardson and then also the undercover version. Most of the MC brothers ignore him, although I’ve caught him talking to Wrench several times. I’m glad he’s found someone here to interact with and isn’t miserably alone.
“Speaking of holding our breath, when can we go swimming?”
His brow wrinkles as he tilts his head to look me over. “It’s too cold for that shit.”
“I meant in an indoor pool.”
He shakes his head, driving his point in. “Babe, once it warms up, I’ll take you to some real swimming spots.”
“That sounds wonderful,” I reply, also noting that he said when it warms up. Does that mean he plans on keeping me around for a lot longer than a few weeks’ time? As much as I don’t want to leave, I figured my visit here was starting to run out. Ripper and