Page 20 of A Love So Hard

“Play your cards right, and we might just start trying tonight,” I offered with a wink.

She slapped me playfully on the chest and laughed at the invitation. Sure, I’d said it as a joke, but fuck if a small part of me hadn’t meant every word though. If I could tie this woman to me for life right now, I’d do it. Not that I’d want to do it without her consenting, but damn, there was this strong urge building somewhere deep inside of me to make sure she never had a reason to leave me again like she had when we were both younger.

“Now where are you taking me tonight?” She with a droll tone that sing-songed through her beautiful voice. To bad for her; the ridiculous, robotic, yet playful effect it was supposed to have was lost on me because she couldn’t hide that sweet southern draw I loved so much. “No, wait! Let me guess,” her eyes widened playfully as she thumped her index finger against her chin. “We’re going to a whore house. Probably not the best little one since we’re not in Texas, but I bet…”

That was it. I reached over and started tickling her right there on her doorstep. “You have jokes?” I called out over her squeals. “Yeah, just for that I think that’s exactly where I’ll take you. Starting our family can wait until after I have a whore warm you up for me.”

“Oh,” her eyes twinkled with delight. “You better make sure he isn’t as big as you so I won’t want to go back!”

A deep base growl emanated from the recesses of my body as I smacked her ass. “No other men! I was talking about a woman and if she’s packing more than me we have a major problem.”

“I’ll say,” she added, laughing at me as she tossed up two fingers held closely together. “Poor Double-D should have been given a tinier name.”

“That’s enough sassy shit from you, Miss Lucy.” I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder so the top half of her body was dangling over my backside while my arms wrapped securely around her thighs to hold her in place.

Laughing, she called out her reply. “That’s okay, I like the view over here.” Then the minx that had been hiding in the woman I thought was a little angel slapped my ass. She got both cheeks at the same time too. Oh yeah, she was going to be in trouble later. For now, I just had to get her sweet ass on the back of my bike. It had been far too long since she’d been there.

I took my woman to dinner and then before I could get her to a movie, like we were supposed to do on our previous date, she stopped me.

“I don’t want to see a movie, CJ.”

Nerves started knocking inside of me making my stomach queasy. Not that I would ever admit that out loud to anyone. “Did you have something else in mind?”

She nodded her head and smiled at me. “I want to get to know you better,” she admitted.

“Okay, we can do that. You want to walk or go sit down by the beach or something?”

She shook her head. “I want you to take me to your place,” she admitted.

“I live at the clubhouse,” I explained.

“Yeah, and I’ve only ever been there the one time. I want to see where you live, how you live. I need to be able to wrap my head around your lifestyle completely. Better to get that out of the way now, don’t you think?”

She wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t stop the nerves from eating away at my insides. “What if you don’t like what you see?”

She shrugged her delicate shoulders. Admittedly, I only noticed the movement because it made her tits bounce just so. “Then I guess we learn to deal with that.”

“Come on, beautiful, let’s get you to the clubhouse then.”

She hopped on the back of my bike behind me and wasted no time wrapping her arms around my middle once more. She tucked her chin up on my shoulder, momentarily knocking our helmets together, and I caught her grin in the side mirror before she spoke again. “Aside from the giant head feeling these things give me, I love riding with you,” she spoke softly into my ear before I managed to start my bike. It was a good thing, because I loved the feel of her on the back of my bike too. I reached back and squeezed her thigh, letting her know I felt the same right before I took off.

“What do we have here?” Merc’s question had just a hint of a drunken lisp to it. He also had his arm slung around one of the club whores which wasn’t going to help my case when Lucy realized my best friend and club brother was married and had a kid with his wife already.

I glared at my best friend. “Merc,” I started hesitantly. He just gave me a sloppy, loose grin and turned his attention back to Lucy.

“Hi, I think we met before,” Lucy told him. She was fidgeting a little, clearly not sure how to properly greet someone in the clubhouse. I could see her hand twitching, and knew she was wondering if she should offer a handshake or not since one of his hands was wrapped around a beer while the other was tracing the lace portion of the whore’s bra that was hanging outside of her tank top.

“That we did, sweetheart. Lucy, right?”

She nodded her head and smiled at him. I was still scowling, because this asshole was about to bring down a bunch of questions that were going to get really uncomfortable. Lucy smiled even bigger and then turned to the whore. “You must be his wife, it’s nice to meet you.” She did offer her hand this time since the whore wasn’t holding on to anything with the hand that wasn’t clutched around Merc’s waist. The whore giggled. Shit. I hadn’t realized Lucy already knew Merc was married.

Merc must have realized the position he’d just put us both in as he pushed the woman away from him. “She’s not my woman,” he spat out.

“I was good enough to blow you in the bathroom just a few minutes ago though,” the bitch cooed. I felt Lucy stiffen up beside me and there was no missing the worry in her eyes as she gave me a quick, sidelong glance. I just shook my head ever so slightly, hoping she’d catch the hint not to ask questions here in public. She let out a sigh and looked away from me, but I caught the nod of her head. I also didn’t miss the disappointment I saw in her eyes before she turned them away.

“I’m showing Lucy around the clubhouse,” I informed my brother.

“Probably for the best so she can see what she’s signing up for,” he muttered, knowing he’d been busted doing shit he shouldn’t be doing. It didn’t matter though. He turned back to the whore who had called him out on the blowjob. “You can get the fuck out!” He growled at her.

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