“Fuckin’ hell, Bitsy. Talkin’ about you being bait isn’t something I’m willing to do. But have to say the thought of you with a gun in your hand is hot as fuck. Do you even know how to use a gun?” Grinning, I nod my head.
“Yep, I do. In fact, your sister and Rachel made a point of dragging me out of my room and to the shooting range to teach me. Evidently, I’m an excellent shot,” I say confidently. What I don’t say is how I’d envisioned the bullseye as the faces of the men who hurt me. From my father to Jackal and the nameless people on the streets who’d tried.
“Damn, tomorrow we’re going to the range. I wanna see what you have,” Chains declares, his hands moving up my legs to grip my waist.
Without any barriers between us, Chains’ dick is pressed against my core.
“Darren,” I moan, as Chains guides my movements over his shaft.
“You like that Sloane, my dick sliding between your pussy lips, rubbing against your clit. You’re fuckin’ soaking me already,” he rasps, right before he stops me. “Wait. I wanna do something, baby.” Sliding me off of him, I start to protest when he gets out of the bed.
I follow him with my gaze as he walks over to the closet and opens the door slightly. “I’m not fuckin’ you again until you have this,” he says, turning back to me after closing the closet with something clutched in his hand.
My breath catches when I realize exactly what Chains is holding.
“Stand up, Sloane,” he commands.
Slowly, I crawl to the edge of the bed. My gaze stays locked with his, the entire time, as my heart pounds against my chest.
“Darren,” I murmur when I’m standing directly in front of him.
“Bitsy, I claimed you as mine and I’m never letting you go,” he growls as he puts the cut on my naked body.
Glancing down, tears well in my eyes. By him putting this on me means everything to me. He didn’t just hand it to me. No, Chains showed me the importance of this by sliding it onto my body the first time himself.
“I love you,” I whisper, reaching up on my tiptoes as I wrap my arms over his shoulders.
“Love you too, Sloane,” he rasps, tilting his head down to meet me in the middle. Kissing me lightly, Chains lifts me up into his arms. His dick presses at my entrance when I wrap my legs around his waist. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you the rest of the night with you wearing my cut, baby.”
“Hmmm, I like that idea,” I giggle and sink down on to him.
“Good,” he groans while laying me on the bed and rolling us until I’m on top of him. “Ride me, Sloane.”
Smiling down at him, I begin to do as he commands. I ride him nice and slow teasing him, wanting to prolong our pleasure.
Feeling lighter than I ever have, I don’t want it to end.
But you know what they say.
Nothing lasts forever.
Chapter Seventeen
Chains
“Bitsy, did you fill out the application for school yet?” I ask Tiny during breakfast as I stare at her. I can’t seem to take my gaze off of her. Seeing her in my property cut does something to me. Last night I fucked her every way possible while she wore it over her naked tits.
Fuck. I’d even had her pose for me in the middle of the bed this morning in nothing but her cut and panties so I could take a picture.
It’s now the background on my phone.
“I did,” she says, quietly glancing around the table. Seeing that my brothers were paying attention, she lowers her head in embarrassment.
“Tiny, don’t be ashamed of wanting to go to school.” Axel says, from a few chairs down.
“Yeah, there’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Breaker grins.
“Shit, if it makes you feel better, I’ll apply and do it with you,” Speed states from the other end of the table. He’s one of our newest brothers but he’s damn good at covering our backs when needed. We don’t call him Speed for nothing. The man is constantly going and has a lead foot.
“Thank you,” Tiny says, but the blush still tints her cheeks.
“Baby, look at me,” I command as I reach over to hold her hand. “You have nothing to be nervous about nor ashamed of. You’re smart and you can do this. When it comes time for school, remember you have all of our support.”
“Damn right,” Tyres grunts from where he’s sitting on the other side of me. “Tiny, you’re not just Prez’s ol’ lady. You’re family to us. The moment you walked into the clubhouse with Shadow you became like a little sister to all of us. Well, except your ol’ man here,” he grins.
As I open my mouth to respond, the front door to the clubhouse is thrown open and one of our prospects, Shock, rushes into the room.
“Prez, there’s a box at the gate you need to see,” he says in a rush.
Tensing, I stand up. “Why didn’t you just bring the box up here?” I demand.
“Couldn’t lift it by myself,” Shock responds.
Nodding, I look down at Tiny. “Stay in here, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll just go start cleaning up breakfast,” she says, quietly.
“Have the strays do it. You have enough other stuff on your plate to do,” I suggest, knowing she’d planned to do inventory of the bar today.
Nodding, she stands up and I lean down to give her a quick kiss before heading out the door.
Making my way to the gate, I take in the size of the box with narrowed eyes.
“What the fuck?” Breaker snarls as he walks next to me.
“I’m not liking this,” Tyres
