But then again, Rachel didn’t grow up in the club she doesn’t know the shit I’ve dealt with. Fuck, by the time she was coming around I was in my twenties and raising my son.
Running a hand over my face, I get up off the bed and check on both babies. As I glance down at them, I quietly chuckle at the way they’re both sprawled out, arms hanging to the side and heads tilted facing each other.
Shaking my head, I glance at the closed door, contemplating if I should leave her be or go in there and explain. What’s there to explain, though? It’s like she said, she’s not my ol’ lady. I don’t owe her shit. I could easily go out of this room and find a clubwhore or two to get them to do just what I did with her earlier.
Yeah right, none of those bitches would feel as good. Not with their stretched-out pussies and fake as shit moans and groans. Like a man can’t tell the difference.
But listening to Rachel moan into my mouth when she’d come around my dick earlier, yeah, that was fuckin’ real. She’s real and gorgeous as fuck. With her long brown curls and tattoos, I can see her walking around with her head held high like a reigning queen, not giving a shit about what anyone thinks about her. Yet the way she looked defeated, I know she doesn’t think that about herself.
Glancing away from the door, I check the time. It’s barely eight in the morning.
Rachel was right earlier when she said I had shit to get done. I’ve always got something to get done. Not only do we now have her shit going on, but we’re still looking into that cult Boss had come to me about. On top of all that, there’s shit we gotta deal with here. Then there’s keeping up to date with all the other charters. Though my club and Hammer’s have been going to Twister’s charter a lot, it doesn’t mean I haven’t had to send brothers to some of the others. Blow’s got his own drama going on with another club trying to rein in on their territory, bringing in an unknown drug. It’s one thing to smoke pot but another with the harder shit. I don’t put up with it in my clubs and neither do the other charter Prezs. We keep it out of our territories and the pigs leave us the fuck alone.
“Fuck this shit,” I mutter under my breath as I stride over to the bathroom door. She’s fuckin’ with my head and we’re going to clear the air right now. Then I’m gonna fuck her against the shower wall.
I put my hand on the handle to turn it, only to find it locked. Rachel seems to think a locked door will keep a man like me from getting what I want. I grin as I grab my jackknife that I use for picking locks. Kenny had gifted this to me as a Christmas gift and said it was cool since it looked like a Swiss Army knife. Flicking out the pick I need, I easily unlock the door.
I toss the jackknife back on my dresser and open the door. Steam immediately escapes the bathroom.
Stepping inside, I close the door behind me, not worrying about locking it. It’s not like anyone is goin’ to barge in. And I’ll hear the twins if they wake up crying.
I don’t think Rachel heard me come into the room. If she did, I’d think she’d have said something by now, so I take a minute to watch her. I’m sure she’s still hurting from what she endured at the hands of that asshat.
My cock hardens as I focus on her hands as she runs them over her chest and cups her tits. As one of her hands moves further down her stomach toward her pussy, I jerk my sweats off. I’m not about to let her touch what belongs to me. I’ll be the only one to fuckin’ touch her pussy.
Opening the glass door to the shower, I step in directly behind her, ensuring my front pressed into her back.
She doesn’t say a word as I reach around her and move my hands to where hers were. “This is mine to touch, Doll. You don’t get to pleasure yourself unless I say so,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
“Nothing about me is yours, Stoney,” Rachel says in protest, yet the moan that follows tells me differently.
Flicking a finger across her nipples, I’m shocked to find hoops through them. Fuck, if I’d know that earlier, I’d have definitely given them attention. And if I’m not mistaken, I felt . . . I slide my hand between her legs to confirm. Yep, I knew I felt it earlier. My Doll has her clit pierced as well. Gliding my fingers past the little ring, I find her pussy all but dripping wet.
“I’d beg to differ, Doll. Your body is telling me just how much you belong to me,” I say as I sink my fingers into her at the same time I pinch her nipple with my other hand.
“Just because my body reacts doesn’t mean a damn thing,” she moans and leans further into me.
“Think what you want, baby, but the next time you touch yourself, I’ll put you over my knee and turn your ass a nice shade of red,” I growl as I remove my fingers from her pussy.
Turning Rachel so her front is flush against mine, I palm the side of her face. “I’m not a man to fuck with, Doll. I don’t play games. I don’t lie, and I can’t stand a fuckin’ liar. When I say something, I damn well mean it, and I’m telling you now, Rachel, you’re mine. Get used to it because you’re not going
