wasn’t lying when I said she had been the only woman to get a rise out of me since leaving prison. It’s what made me keep my mouth shut and go with the flow when Priest laid claim to her.
I’ve never been into sleeping my way around the club. Being raised by a father with fucked-up morals and abandoned by my mother, a club whore who preferred bouncing from dick to dick than raising a kid, I wanted something different. I craved the stability of a solid relationship that most guys in cuts balk at.
While I was behind bars, I wasn’t thinking about connecting with anyone. Hell, the last girl I had a relationship with bailed the second I got arrested. No, for the first time in forever all I wanted was free uncomplicated pussy. Hell, all I dreamt about in prison was sliding into that unmistakable warm wet heat of a pussy as it clamped down tightly around me. I woke up regularly with my cock already in my hand ready to bust a nut.
I figured the second I was a free man, I’d make up for lost time. After all, I had a club full of bunnies at my disposal, all of them only too happy to hop on and off my cock at my command.
Unfortunately, my dick had other ideas.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get it up and keep it up for anyone until Reign sat beside me on that bench and started talking about micropenises or some shit.
“Come on, Reign, don’t be like that,” I cajole when she turns away. Gripping her chin, I turn her head so she has no choice but to look at me. “Can you try to see where they’re coming from?” I urge, even though I agree they overreacted—that’s just how they are, though.
“Can I see where they’re coming from? Fuck, no. Maybe if Bates had handled it differently I could have, but all this means is that the next time something like that comes up, I won’t say anything for fear of being manhandled and then what, Saint? You know I’m right. Think about how many women come in and out of those gates day in, day out, unchecked. What if it wasn’t about causing injury but planting evidence or something? A gun maybe or a knife that was used in a crime. You’ve already been sent down once because someone had a vendetta against you, how is this any different?” she asks, her whole body practically vibrating with tension.
It’s not any different and it’s something we’ll need to address with the sergeant at arms, who is in charge of the club’s protection, and the prospects operating the gates.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I apologize, offering her a small smile.
She sniffs, but she doesn’t say anything else, so I roll my body over hers and pin her to the bed.
“Come on, I didn’t really do anything—”
She cuts off my teasing, her eyes flashing to mine, her anger back in full force. “That’s kind of the point though, right? You just stood there with your thumb up your ass while Bates had his hands wrapped around my neck. Maybe I expected too much, but if you had been one of my brothers, Bates would be unconscious on the floor right now.” She glowers.
“The MC is a different way of life altogether, so don’t compare the two or you’ll only set yourself up for a fall. We don’t live within the same rules as you. We have our own code of conduct and, unfortunately for you, the two won’t always mix,” I warn her, knowing it will be an adjustment moving from the black and white world of cops to the murky gray world of an MC.
“Oh, cut the crap. They would knock you three on your asses because you put your hands on their sister and a woman. Not because they’re cops, but because they are good men,” she growls, making my dick twitch.
“That’s the thing, Reign, I told you we’re not good men.” I nip her lip.
“We have to think of the good of our whole club here and not what’s good for just us personally. You get that, right? That this is about more than just you? We’ve already gone out on a limb here to protect you and have someone keep an eye on your brothers. Especially because we haven’t even had a chance to discuss this stalker yet. You could bring a whole lot of trouble to