friends leave a lot to be desired,” she tells him. I have no idea what list she’s talking about, stuck on something else she said.
“How do you know how big Saint’s dick is?” He was only out of my sight for ten minutes before I followed him out. The guy has been on edge since he got out of prison, so Priest and I have been keeping an eye on him. Now, though, seeing him watch this girl, I catch the flicker of interest and need in his eyes, which has been missing since he came home.
“Oh, please, look at him,” she says like I’m dumb. I stare at Saint, who looks at me, bemused.
“And?” I ask her impatiently.
“God would not create all of that yummy goodness and then give him a micro peen. She’s not that mean. Please tell me you’re not the smart one of the group?” she sasses before batting her eyes at me. I fight the lip twitch, I really do, but this girl is just begging to be spanked.
Saint laughs, making both Priest and me look at him in shock.
“She missed the part where she felt me up,” he says with a wink.
“I did no such thing,” she huffs.
“Wait, you think God is a woman? Can’t really say an MC is the right place for a feminist,” I muse aloud with a chuckle.
“Of course God is a woman and clearly she has an odd sense of humor. She created men, after all,” she points out.
I don’t believe in God, but I do believe in sparring, and this woman is too much fun to rile.
“Man was created first. Women were just an afterthought. Arm candy, if you like,” I add, knowing it will piss her off.
“Not an afterthought, a correction. I’m your upgrade. You’re like the Nokia 3210 of creations while I’m an iPhone,” she replies.
“Is she saying she is superior to me?” I question Priest, who is biting his lip.
“I have my sex organs all tucked up neatly inside me while you walk around with a dangly flap of skin between your legs. Please tell me which of us is more superior?”
I press my dick against her before growling, “Does that feel like a dangly flap of skin to you?”
“It will be if you keep rubbing it against me,” she growls back.
“Enough,” Priest interrupts. “Take her upstairs,” he tells me.
I pick her up and, ignoring her protests, carry her up to the boom room. I place her on her feet to unlock the door, which, of course, she takes as an excuse to skirt around me, but with Saint and Priest right behind us, she isn’t going anywhere.
“Welcome to your new home.” I smirk as Priest nudges her inside.
She backs up as the three of us prowl inside behind her. She doesn’t look scared or worried though, pissed, yes, but not frightened, and I’m curious to know why. She has no clue that we won’t hurt her. So what kind of woman walks into an MC, punches one of the presidents in the face, and gets brought upstairs to the bedroom by three strangers without freaking out?
“I have no idea how this is supposed to work, but this just doesn’t seem right. Isn’t making someone your old lady akin to marriage in the MC world or are my books wrong?” she questions as we all round on her. At this point, her knees are at the bed, so she has nowhere else to go but down.
“Why aren’t you afraid?” I ask her curiously.
She tilts her head. “Should I be afraid?”
“A smart woman would be,” I point out, moving close enough that if she took a deep breath, her chest would brush against mine.
“Well, like, I guess I’m like, just not that smart,” she says in a baby voice, twirling a strand of her dark hair.
“Who are you?” Priest asks, stepping up beside me.
“I’m Reign,” she answers, looking at us like we should know that. Saint steps up beside Priest as we all stare at her, waiting for her to continue.
“None of you know who I am, do you?” she finally says, taking in our expressions.
“Should we?” Priest asks.
“Derek said he would call you and tell you I was coming,” she replies.
I look at Priest and then Bates to see if the name rings a bell, but they seem as confused as me.
“We don’t know anyone called Derek,” I tell her, watching her frown.
“What? No, that’s not true. He said he had family here and that