Page 56 of Property of Saint

“Grab the crutch.” As she takes hold of it, I sweep her up into my arms. Pausing to look at Bullseye, I tell him, “We’ve got things to discuss.”

“Sure, you do.” He smirks.

I rush her up to my room and instruct her, “Get naked.”

Instead, she turns around to face me, reaching up to cup her hands around my face. “He almost had me fooled, Saint. He’s quite the actor. If I hadn’t wanted to stay with you, I might have believed what I wanted to hear and taken him at face value. But I’ve decided my future is here. With you.”

I know my brothers would say she’s still playing me, and that I must be crazy to take her words at face value. I’m all in, and I hope she is too. “You want to be my bad girl?”

“Oh, so bad,” she sighs out.

Her breathy reply has got my cock at full mast. “Then get your fuckin’ clothes off,” I growl, quickly divesting myself of mine.

Once again, our coupling is mind-blowing, for a moment I feel like I’ve blown a fuse in my brain, and I struggle to even out my breathing.Fucking hell. I didn’t even know what sex was until I met her.

Even stranger, after we’ve both found our release, I pull her into my arms, enjoying the feeling of her sated body against mine. My nose nuzzles her hair, loving that she smells like me, having used my body wash in the shower.

She, too, seems to relish in our after-sex cuddling, pushing into me like a needy cat rubbing against its owner. I couldn’t even tell you how much time has passed with us innocently enjoying each other until she murmurs, “I need clothes.”

“I prefer you naked.”

“In front of your brothers?” Her brow rises. “Would that help my case?”

She’s got me there. She’s mine and mine only, and no fucker is ever going to see all she’s got to offer, well, more than some already have. “Want me to see if the bunnies can scare something up for you?”

“Ew.” Her face twists. “If that’s the option, I’ll continue wearing your clothes.”

Truthfully, I don’t want her wearing shit that will show my brothers her great tits and fabulous ass. I can’t take her shopping, but… “Hold that thought,” I tell her, as I jump out of bed, and pull on my jeans and tee. “Just wait there.”

I hadn’t left any of my electronics in the room because, well, she’s a Fed. So, I now go to retrieve my laptop and return. “There’s a pickup locker in town. Order anything you want,” I tell her as I pull up a popular site, “And your clothing problem will be solved tomorrow.”

“I just need stuff for a few days,” she sadly admits, making bile rise in my throat. She’ll need a lifetime’s supply if I’ve got anything to do with it. “And if you can pay, I’ll give you what I owe from my poker winnings.”

She’s mine, I’ve claimed her, even though it hasn’t been sanctioned by my club. I’ll be damned if I’m taking money from her. But I know it’s a matter of pride, so I don’t press it. She’ll learn in time that what’s mine is hers. And I’m hardly hurting for cash.

At first, I don’t bother getting involved, but then I get invested in what she’s looking at buying. “Not those,” I state, seeing the plain white underwear she’s considering. “Those.” I let my finger point to something else.

“Thongs?” Her eyes rise. “I don’t think so. Unless you get some for yourself and see how you feel wearing a string up your ass.”

Point taken, I laugh, then pick out some high leg type, but they’re in lace, gratified when she clicks on them. Then I make her buy matching bras, my cock already lengthening as I see myself tearing the underwear off her.

I have never before in my life had any interest in women’s clothing, except as far as they tempt me to see the bodyunderneath. It’s a surprise that I find myself continuing to watch her, without getting bored, and even offering suggestions as she clicks on a couple of pairs of leggings, and jeans, and a few tops. As for footwear, I try to get her interested in boots that would do for riding, interpreting her sad glance toward me, that she doubts she’ll be here long enough for me to take her anywhere. But I override her, putting a practical pair into her shopping cart before I also accept her choice of sandals to wear around the club.

When the cart’s finally full enough for her, even though I’d like her to add more, my gut twists, knowing the reason for the reticence. I take the laptop from her, clickbuy now, enter my card details, and choose the location for the locker in town. Job done. Finished. And my cock’s up for round two. Luckily, so is her pussy.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.

The thought goes through my head as I yet again pump my seed into her, if she isn’t pregnant by now, I’ll be surprised. The thought excites, rather than terrifies me.

It’s early afternoon before we venture downstairs.

Brothers have returned from the short ride out this morning. It was nothing to do with club business, but a chance for Rattler to carry out his ploy to get Pippa to betray herself. Most have returned to their usual tasks, but a couple are in the clubroom, including Woody, who looks lost, and is staring into his beer.

“What’s wrong with him?” Pippa asks quietly.

“He was Gris… Skunk’s sponsor.”

Breathing out a long sigh, she makes a request, “Can you give me a few moments with him?”

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