Page 22 of Prez's Property

And then, he bathed me in the shower, gently washing my hair for me before soaping my entire body down. He didn’t even push for sex, though I knew he wanted it considering his cock was bobbing between us, desperate to be inside me.

Instead, Elijah focused on taking care of me, and it was really fucking nice.

Tanner set a plate of greasy fries in front of me with two bottles of water. “Fries?” I questioned. It was time for breakfast, not lunch.

“Trust me – they’re hangover miracles,” she assured me. “You got pretty fucking wasted last night.”

I groaned. My head was still pounding, but the guys had drawn the curtains in the clubhouse, shrouding it in darkness besides a lamp here or there turned on so no one walked into any tables.

“Remind me to never drink this much again,” I mumbled.

Elijah laughed softly beside me, a cup of coffee in his hands. “Eat, doll.”

I frowned at the fries. “I’m not sure if I can hold this down,” I confessed.

His hand splayed over my bare thigh, and he gently squeezed it. “Just try.”

With a heavy sigh, I grabbed a fry and popped it in my mouth, chewing slowly. My stomach was still churning, but I didn’t feel like vomiting, so I guess that was a plus.

Dawson took a seat on the other side of me, nodding once at Tanner. She flushed and rushed into the kitchen. Elijah chuckled. “Still can’t pin her down?” Elijah asked him before he took a sip of his coffee.

“Woman is as stubborn as they fucking come,” Dawson complained.

“Stop sticking your dick in every hole available in this clubhouse, and you might make some leeway with her,” I mumbled, feeling particularly grouchy. Besides, it wasn’t fair to call Tanner stubborn when he wouldn’t be straight up with her.

Dawson grunted at me. “Not fucking just one woman until she gives me exclusivity as well.”

I shrugged and grabbed another fry. “Her job is to spread her legs when asked. You want exclusivity with her? You,” I said, pointing the fry at him, wincing when pain shot through my skull, “have to make that happen.”

Dawson stayed silent. I shoved the fry in my mouth and dropped my head to my hand, closing my eyes as I chewed. Elijah silently rubbed my back. Tanner popped out of the kitchen with a plate of eggs and toast for Dawson and a cup of coffee. She set both items in front of him. Then, before she could walk away, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her down to his lap, covering her lips with his.

I grinned at them before I closed my eyes again, finishing up my plate of fries.

Maybe one day they’d have what Elijah and I shared together.

28

Tanner was on a fucking rampage, and I was the one she was venting to since I knew how she felt.

Dawson had staked a claim on her in front of every member of the club before he strode into the chapel for church a few minutes ago.

She scrubbed at a ring on the table beside the one I was wiping down. Anger burned in her eyes. “Can you believe the fucking audacity of that asshole?” she sneered.

I sighed. “These men work in mysterious ways,” I reminded her. “Hell, Elijah staked a claim on me, and he was fucking married.” That shit still made me a bit bitter.

Tanner huffed. “Fucking men. Like, he wants me all to himself, but is he going to keep his dick out of every other bitch here that wants to fuck him?”

I didn’t have an answer for her because unfortunately, not even old ladies had any say-so in what their men did. Even I just had to have faith that Elijah wouldn’t fuck around on me.

Though, considering how much my man loved to be between my thighs, I doubted I’d ever have that issue.

I sighed. “Just got to go along with it, Tanner,” I softly reminded her. “It’s that or leave the club.” I reminded her. Her face screwed up in distaste. For whatever reason, she wasn’t keen on leaving this club, and I knew it had nothing to do with Dawson.

Poor woman was hiding from something.

I moved on to the next table as Tanner pondered my words. I sprayed bleach on it and was wiping it down when the chapel doors opened. I looked up, watching as the men filed out, my man the last one to emerge from the room.

He narrowed his eyes at me when he saw that I was cleaning. I frowned and set down the cloth and spray bottle in my hand, my heart thumping wildly in my chest as he stormed in my direction. “The fuck are you doing, Olivia?” he demanded.

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