Page 44 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

I had to tell her. If I didn’t, and she found out, then she’d hate me for keeping secrets.

“I can’t promise that, Shasta.”

“Why not?”

“Because Ratt left the club, along with Jackyl and Floyd, and they’re now part of the Crows.”

“But how is that possible? The Crows are all dead.”

“Apparently, someone didn’t die.”

A look of genuine fear devastated her eyes. “Hoax?”

“We don’t know, but that’s why I have to return. I need to see this through and protect my club.”

She worried her lip with her teeth, and I gently tugged it away. “If that’s too much for you, I understand, and if you want to stay, I won’t blame you one bit for it. It’ll devastate me, but I won’t hate you for it.”

Another tear tracked down her face. “I only feel safe with you, Reese.”

She rested her head against my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. “And I vow to protect you as long as I can, Shasta. Even if that means leaving you here.”

She took my hand, lacing our fingers together. “You’re worth the risk, Snyder. I don’t want to lose you again. I’ve been so lost without you.”

Her words mirrored my own, words that I’ve been repeating over and over again since she left me at the hospital. I’ve thought of that day ever since. How she ran out of that room and didn’t look back. How my life was nothing without her.

“Okay,” she whispered, breaking the silence in the room. “I’ll come back to Austin with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but only on one condition?”

“What’s that?”

She led me to the bed, patting the mattress next to her until we were both eye level. “That we don’t live in the clubhouse. I want my own place, somewhere away from the sweet butts and the rest of the club. If we’re going to go back, I will only do it if we don’t stay there. There are just too many triggering memories, and I wouldn’t feel safe living there again.”

She had no idea that I already had a special place just for us. After seeing Clash’s secret loft, and hearing about Sandman’s secret property, I wanted a place of my own. Somewhere I could raise a family and not have to worry about it interfering with my club.

“Done.”

The smile that lit up her face warmed my heart, and it quickly turned animalistic as she removed the shirt covering her chest, exposing herself to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, knowing exactly what her devious plans were.

“Tempting you,” she said with a little snicker. “I haven’t had a man in over five months.”

I found that hard to believe with the massive dude in the hospital lobby, chasing after her.

“There were points where I found myself emotionally cheating on you, doing whatever I could to forget and placate these feelings I have for you. But he wasn’t you. Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Reese.”

My hands traveled over her exposed skin, toying with the cups of her bra that were leaving the mounds of her breasts exposed.

“Make love to me, Reese. Show me what it’s like to truly be loved by an Outlaw.”

My hand worked its way into her hair, and I slowly lowered her down onto the bed, removing my shirt so that we were skin against skin.

“That’s probably the easiest thing you’ve ever asked of me, baby.” My hand moved down her front, until it disappeared behind her panties, toying with that part of her I knew drove her wild.

She gasped as my finger started to circle her clit, and the cutest little moans escaped her lips.

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