Page 66 of Rebel

Eventually, after three hours of mind-blowing sex, we finally decided to take a break and head down to the party.

I decided that this was the perfect time to pull out the property cut, because it was no longer a sexy game I wanted to play with the woman I was falling hard and fast for. Lacey had passed the threshold of being my one a while back. The property cut was now a way of putting all my club brothers on notice that she was officially mine and a way of alerting everyone who saw her in the community, that she was under the protection of me and my club.

I held it up for her to see after we got out of the shower and she was drying off. The sight of it made her face light up.

“Finally,” she said with a smile. “I feel like you’ve been teasing me with your property cut for ages.”

“Sorry about that,” I told her. “I can promise you that I’m dead serious about you wearing my cut right now. I want everybody in the whole damn world to know you’re mine.”

With a proud look on her face, she snagged it out of my hand and wrapped it around her naked chest. Lifting her breasts into place, she snapped the front closed. Seeing her stark naked in my cut, fired up my lust all over again. My eyes lifted to hers and I told her straight, “You better guard that pussy if you don’t want me face-down on it again.”

She laughed and grabbed her panties. “We need to at least put in an appearance downstairs, especially after all the old ladies went to so much trouble to make your homecoming special.”

I watched her pull on her jeans after those pretty pink panties, totally enamored with everything from her curves, to the lilting laughter in her voice, to the way she looked at me. Her eyes ate up my body as I dressed. Keeping my hands off her body was more difficult than I imagined it would be. I distracted myself by telling her, “I doubt anyone would notice if I didn’t put in an appearance. They probably had the club officers in mind when they planned the homecoming. I’m just the spare that got swept up in the festivities, and I like it that way. It means I can come and go as I please without a care in the world.”

She eyed me as I slid my cut on. “I think you’re very wrong about that. The club girls are all distraught over losing out on the best cock in the clubhouse.”

My eyebrows shot up because that was the last thing I ever expected her to say. I just shook my head dismissively, “Who the fuck cares what they think?”

She just shrugged and came to cuddle under my arm, “I think you make more of an impression on people than you realize. Let’s go downstairs, have a drink or two and relax.”

“You can drink if you like,” I told her. “I’m too keyed up to dump alcohol on top of that.”

With my woman on my arm, I felt like the king of the world. I held off on the drinking in case Lacey wanted more sex later, but sitting around with my club brothers and shooting the shit with Lacey sitting on my lap was the most relaxed I’ve ever been in ages. Laying around my cell, sleeping on and off from sunup to sundown had made me anxious and left me wanting something to do to stay awake.

When my club brothers began to thin out, I glanced down at Lacey and asked, “Would you like to take a ride on the back of my bike. We could ride along the coastline and relax at one of the scenic overlooks. I know a couple of places with amazing views and one that’s a little out of the way. It’s impossible to see from the highway.”

Her hands flew up to clasp together and she nodded. “I love being on the back of your bike. I never thought I’d take to something like motorcycles, but they’re definitely growing on me.”

I bent down and gave her a kiss before whispering, “It’s almost like you were made to be mine.”

She jumped up onto her toes and kissed my cheek. “What do you mean by almost? I love you and of course I was meant to be yours.”

“You say that now,” I told her good-naturedly. “When I’m old and grumpy, you’ll be singing a different tune.”

She shrugged and her reply caught me off guard. “You’re already grumpy but I still fell head over heels in love with you. I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

“I’m not grumpy,” I shot back, then gave her a grin. “Okay, maybe sometimes I can be a bit tetchy. I’m surprised you managed to put up with me all this time.”

She cupped my face in her hands and said, “One day you’re gonna realize that true love can’t be bought, sold, forced, or coerced. It comes when you least expect it and explodes your life in the best way possible. You, Benjamin Ross, are an acquired taste and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

She pulled me down for another kiss, and I came willingly because she left me speechless. No woman had ever accepted me for being me before. We walked out of the clubhouse hand in hand, and I led her to my bike. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us while I was in lockup.”

She climbed onto the back of my bike and smiled up at me. “Did it have anything to do with putting me in your property cut?”

I nodded, “Yeah, that went better than I expected.”

Seeing her sitting on my bike, wearing my cut did things to me, made my cock hard and my chest ache with love for her.

“I’ve been thinking of you too,” she confessed.

“Oh yeah, about what?” I asked, hoping it was something good.

She reached out to run her finger over the handlebar of my bike, there was something in the teasing way she stroked it that made my cock stiffen. “I’ve been thinking that I want to see more of you, especially at night.”

My heart jumped in my chest, and I immediately responded with the first words that popped into my head. “If you’re asking to move in, my answer is hell-fucking-yes! I’d love to have you at my place full-time. That’s actually part of what I was thinking about when I was forced to cool my heels in jail for three long days. Only it was less like vague thoughts and more like fantasies.”

Her eyes lit up. “I’m glad we’re on the same page about that. My dad seems to be doing better now and the two of them are going through some kind of second honeymoon phase. Havingme in the house is getting awkward. It was only supposed to be temporary anyway, until I found my own place.”

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