Keeping Her - Jordan Marie Page 0,41
led by the fake blonde in front of me.
“I’ve done quite a few things with Luke’s dick, but tying it in knots isn’t one of them. It works too damn good to try and damage,” I respond, my tone even.
“Shit, Red,” Luke mutters. He doesn’t laugh, but I can feel a silent chuckle move through his body.
“I’m Gina. My old man, Sledge, is one of the founding members here,” she replies, and there it is.
She’s drawing lines in the sand. I could care less. I’m not looking to sign up as a permanent fixture with the DC’s. It does make me wonder why she seems to be more than a little intimidated by me. I mean, she doesn’t know me. I’ve never spoken to her. Plus, Luke and I haven’t been together long enough for her to wonder what I am to him.
I don’t get it.
“I’m—”
“This is my old lady, Red,” Luke replies completely interrupting me. My body physically jolts, my back locking into place.
His old lady?
“You gave her your cut?” Gina asks, her eyes going wide. Mine don’t, I’m not about to betray my shock in front of this chick because she’s looking for signs of weakness. I know she is, even if I don’t understand the why.
“I did. Giving it to her tonight at the party.”
Oh fuck. There’s a party tonight?
“That’s a surprise,” Gina says, and her gaze rakes over me as if she finds me lacking.
I mean damn, I don’t look my best, but I look good.
I have my hair pulled back in what looks like a simple pony tail, but in reality, took time to tease and fluff, to make the curls appear as if they’re always manageable. I’m wearing a red turtleneck sweater, which might be a tad warm, but looks damn good on me and shows off my girls to their best advantage. I’m also wearing a black vest, which doesn’t scream biker. It screams fashion runway in Milan, and I had to save up for freaking months and months to buy it. I have on my best pair of faded jeans, they hug my ass and are worn in just the right places. I look hot, damn it, and probably better than trash-can Barbie has in her entire life.
I don’t know why she’s determined that her and I are meant to be enemies without even really talking, but whatever. I can roll with it.
“That’s my Luke,” I say—a little too sweetly. “He’s full of surprises,” I add and then I slap my hand against his chest. To the outside world it looks like a touch of familiarity, a close couple. Yet, I slap him a little too hard, because you don’t pull this shit on a woman. I don’t know if I’m more upset about the fact that he’d planned on giving me his cut tonight, or that there’s a party.
“Well, I guess congrats are in order, honey. You’ve managed to do what every woman here has tried to do for years,” Gina says, turning her attention back to me.
“What’s that?”
“Tie Grunt to their bed and keep his interest. The girls and I were starting to wonder if it was even possible.”
Luke lets out that snort of air again. To be fair, if he has to deal with women like this on a daily basis, I can see why he does little more than snort. Sometimes there are just no words.
Unless, of course, you are me.
“Oh that’s easy,” I tell her. “I never tried to tie him to my bed.”
“You don’t? Like to leave it all open? A girl after my own heart,” she says and Luke’s hand tightens on my shoulder, but I knew without feeling that or even looking that he wasn’t happy with me. I can just sense the change in him. It’s weird, like we’re connected and I should worry about that instead of putting Gina here in her place, but I’ve never been smart when dealing with people.
“Oh hell, once it’s mine, it’s mine, I’ll cut a bitch if she tries to touch it,” I tell her, my voice friendly enough, but my face leaving no doubt that I’m telling the truth.
“Then—”
“I just knew better than to try and tie Luke to any bed. He ties me to his,” I tell her. I look up at Luke like a besotted school girl—which sadly isn’t that hard to do. He’s looking down at me, his lips relaxed in a smile and his face happy. Damn it, even his eyes