Page 103 of Property of Stone
“Gonna handle it.”
He wasgonna handle it. Proof that prospects didn’t have a choice when a patched member ordered them to do something.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Stone explained that they had to comply if they wanted to keep their prospect cut. If they didn’t, then they lost the opportunity to patch in and they were told to hit the road. But they were limited to those two choices.
It was the same with sweet butts.
It had quickly become clear to Taryn that the Kings lived in their own world. They lived by their MC rules. To them, the club’s rules were more important than any federal or state laws. Either a patched or prospective member abided by them or…else.
She really didn’t want to know what that “or else” meant. She could safely assume it wasn’t a handshake and a parting gift. Especially after what she had witnessed with Gooch.
In fact, she hadn’t seen that prospect since that day. In fact, she should?—
“Don’t fuckin’ ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to.”
She assumed what happened to him was “club business” and not hers.
Yikes. In less than two weeks she had learned way more about motorcycle clubs than she ever wanted to know and she had only scratched the surface.
“Did you figure out what percentage the club will be taking for this exclusive white-glove service?”
His eyebrows shot almost to his hairline. “Want them to wear gloves?”
“Well, of course. These are well-off clients and…” Her laughter burst from her when she couldn’t hold it back any longer. “I’m only messing with you.”
Stone didn’t even crack a smile. In fact, he looked distracted.
The heat reflected in his eyes made her pussyclench.
He stepped closer and caged her in by placing his hands on the counter on both sides of her. He leaned in until his mouth was a hairsbreadth from her ear and whispered, “Like what I did to you last night?”
She pulled in a shuddered breath. The man had a knack of turning her from a solid to a liquid in only seconds.
She certainly had enjoyed his actions last night. She had no complaints when it came to sex with Stone, despite him being rough around the edges. Really, more than only the edges. The man was rough all the way to his core and he made no apologies about that.
Okay, she had one complaint. He wanted sex constantly. If it wasn’t for the kids, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to walk. Or she’d be doing a bow-legged shuffle like a seventy-five-year-old cowboy. The man was insatiable.
But then, if it wasn’t for the kids, she wouldn’t be in her current living situation. She wouldn’t have needed to move in with him and would not have had sex with him in the first place.
Again, before Stone, she’d known squat about bikers. By their appearance alone she would’ve assumed their skills between the sheets would be lacking. Even selfish.
It could be that Stone was an anomaly since he never left her wanting more. He always made sure she had at least two orgasms and was well-satisfied afterward.
Such a contrast to her past lovers. A couple had been good, a couple okay, and then she had a couple of selfish ones.
She originally thought Vic was decent. Until Stone. The biker blew her ex out of the water.
That also meant she would now use him as her gauge for future sexual partners. That could be good or it could be bad if no one else ever lived up to him.
But she wasn’t telling him any of that.
Right now, with his proximity, her nipples were puckered and aching and her breath had become shallow.
She was surprised to find that she couldn’t wait until tonight and their “private time behind the locked door.”
His warm breath tickled her ear. “Kids are out there, so gonna keep my hands to myself. But later, all bets will be off and I’m gonna be very hands-on.”
Right.Even though they’d been sharing a bed for a week now, they were simply “roommates” to the kids and nothing more. That meant no intimacy or physical contact when their children were around.
