Page 16 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

Now that I have the idea in my head, I can’t stop myself. “Come with me.”

She leans back, surprised. “Come with you where?”

Before I can talk myself out of it, I blurt out, “The club.”

Her eyes widen, and she doesn’t even try to hide the surprise. “You want me to come with you to your club?”

I stand up and pull my shirt over my head and finish putting on my socks and shoes. “Yeah. I have someone I want you to meet.”

She snarls her nose up. “Who, exactly?”

“Pres.”

She keeps staring at me. “Why do you want me to meet him?”

I reach for her and pull her up against me. “Because if we’re going to see each other, I need to introduce you to Pres.”

She blurts out, “See each other?” She points to the bed. “I thought that was a one-time thing.”

I put my hands on each side of her face and hold her so she’ll finally look at me. “One time was not enough.”

She lifts her chin in defiance. “And what? I’ll be your booty call? I won’t be a club cherry.”

I laugh because what she’s saying is ridiculous. “Honey, do you know what club cherries are?”

She looks almost disgusted. “I’m guessing they sleep with you guys when you want them to… I really don’t know what they do, but I’m not interested in sleeping with your club.”

There’s no hiding the possessiveness from my voice. “Princess, first of all, I’m not sharing you with anyone. Second of all, the cherries are part of the club. Yeah, they take care of some of the guys because they want to. They’re not forced to be there.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Okay, so what is this then?”

Hell, I’m not ready to put a name on it. Maybe it’s because if I do, I’m afraid she’s going to realize that she doesn’t want me because the truth is she can do way better than what I have to offer her.

To buy some time, I pull her flush against my body, locking my hands at her waist. “Do me this favor. Go with me to the club, meet a few people, and if you decide it’s not what you want—that I’m not what you want—then I’ll take you to your dorm and let you walk away.”

I’m lying to her. I can’t let her go, not now, but she’s not the type of woman to appreciate me telling her what she can and can’t do.

She seems to think about it and shrugs. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it? You’re okay with going to meet the president of the Exiled Guardians? You’re not scared?”

She laughs this time. “Why would I be scared?” She puts her hand at my waist. “I mean, you’re going with me, right?”

I nod, and she shrugs again. “Well, I’ll be fine, then. Should we go? I have class in the morning.”

As I get ready, I think about what Gunner said earlier. Maybe Lexi can handle herself with the cherries.

10

LEXI

Maybe I should be more nervous than I am. I kept waiting for the nerves to set in on the way over to the clubhouse, but after the last few hours with Ben, I’m completely focused on that and not what’s about to happen.

“You okay?” Ben asks. He glances at me sideways, and I’m curious at the gentle way he keeps handling me. I loved riding on the back of his bike with him, but I’m happy that he decided to drive his truck tonight. This way we can talk at least.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I turn in my seat to face him. “You seem worried about this. You think I’m going to embarrass you?”

He’s grim. “No, I’m not worried about that at all.”

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