we walked into the big open area where everyone tended to hang out, more than a dozen people were waiting for us. I spotted a few familiar faces, including Dom over by the bar. I caught the flash of his shit-eating grin before he ducked his head when Link glanced in his direction.
“Listen up,” Scout yelled, drawing everyone’s attention his way. “Link has an announcement to make.”
Link nudged me forward a little, and curious gazes darted from his face to mine. Then Cat raced into the room and handed him a leather vest. I figured she’d gone back for the one I’d left behind, and I got even more confused. “I thought you said I didn’t need it?”
“I didn’t get that one from your room,” Cat whispered before moving to stand beside her man.
“I know you’ve all heard why Harlowe is here, and some of you have seen her around the clubhouse wearing either my or Larissa’s cut.” Link shook out the leather material Cat had handed him, and I finally understood what was happening when I saw the Property of Link patch stitched on the back. My eyes widened, and my heart raced in my chest. I still had a lot to learn about the MC lifestyle, but I knew what that patch meant. And I was one hundred percent on board with what Link was about to do. My smile was blinding as he continued, “They worked as temporary fill-ins while I was having this made for her.”
“You making her your old lady already?” one of the guys called out.
“Damn straight,” Link replied as he slid my arms through the holes and pulled the vest into place. “When a smart man finds the perfect woman, he nails that shit down so nobody else tries to steal her away from him. You guys trust me with your money, so you sure as fuck know I have plenty of brain cells left.”
“And the same is true for smart women and the perfect guy,” I added with a smile.
“Not so sure how many brain cells Harlowe has left if she thinks the old man is perfect,” Dom teased from the safety that came from being across the room. He lifted a bottle of beer into the air. “But I still think Link picked a damn good woman for his old lady. Congrats!”
Everyone echoed his good wishes, coming over to slap Link on the back and give me a hug. Or at least they tried, but it was difficult to get their arms around me when Link pulled my back against his chest and held me close.
“Now that you’ve publicly staked your claim on Harlowe, do you want to bring your old lady”—Scout sniggered at the term, presumably because of how much younger than Link I was—“to the shooting range to give her a lesson on how to handle a gun?”
Loving how it had turned Link on so much that we hadn’t even made it back to his room when he found out I was good with motorcycles, I nodded eagerly. I couldn’t wait to see how he reacted to me handling a gun like a pro.
8
Link
“Here, angel. This is a .22 pistol. It doesn’t have much kickback, making it a good gun for learning.” I handed her the weapon and showed her how to use the safety. Then I grabbed a box of ammo and my own, much more powerful, Smith and Wesson.
We walked outside and over to the area where tables were set up in relation to each target. The outdoor range was empty, so I thought it would make Harlowe a little more comfortable. Of course, Scout was being a pain in the ass and followed right behind us.
After setting everything down, I worked with Harlowe on her stance and instructions for aiming and firing. She picked it up fast, and I had a feeling she would be good enough to at least protect herself pretty quickly.
While I was standing behind her, guiding her arms, she wiggled her sexy little ass, rubbing it over my cock, which was already semi-hard from seeing my girl with a gun in her hand. “You’re gonna earn yourself a spanking if you don’t cut that out, Harlowe,” I growled.
Harlowe snickered and turned her head to whisper, “Not really a threat if it gets me even hotter, babe.”
“Fuck,” I grunted. It was tempting to drag her back to our room and make good on the threat, but I reminded myself of what I’d been