Page 5 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

“You think she’d accept an invitation from me?”

“Of course she would. Goodbye,” she said, closing the door as Ricky left. “What the fuck was that all about?” she asked, whirling around with her arms folded.

She always looked so stern and proper when she gave him the serious face.

“What? I was looking out for you.”

“You were looking out for me? You were being a total asshole.” She glared at him, and then stormed past him.

Pea drank more of his coffee, and watched as she cleaned Ricky’s cup and packed away the crackers. He watched her ass as she moved around the kitchen. The jeans she wore molded to every single curve, and he wanted them off her.

It had been a long day, and he’d struggled to focus on anything but his need for this woman. He watched as she bent down to wipe a stain from the floor. She always kept everything so nice and tidy.

This was his wife. The woman he’d married because she’d needed the help. She’d offered him what no one else ever had, a freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted. There had been no claim until they had agreed just before his Prez’s wedding to be exclusive. Still, she hadn’t been with a man for long before then. Mel hadn’t wanted any other man after Councilman Wallace, and the only person she’d been with for nearly a year and a half was Pea.

For him it was a huge step, but it was one he was finding quite easy to do, which was strange.

“You do know that he’s a monster, right?”

She chuckled. “I know. He’s such a monster. I had coffee with him, Pea. Nothing else.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything. He’s dangerous. He’s part of the Lorenzo family, Mel. He’s done a whole lot of stuff, and I don’t want him near you.” He moved up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

She went to speak and then sighed. “It’s fine. I get that he’s a bad man, and has done dangerous things.” She rubbed her brow, and turned in his arms. “He was just being nice. A gentleman. You’ve got nothing to fear from him. I promise.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to head up and have a shower.”

Pea watched her go, and he wasn’t happy. Big Ricky was in town because of the Lorenzo family, and he didn’t like it. Saint assured him no bad blood was happening, and Big Ricky being here was just a formality. Lorenzo had a lot of enemies. Big Ricky, he wasn’t here for no reason. Something was going to happen. Something big.

Pulling out his cell phone, Pea dialed Rage. He didn’t want to interrupt Saint seeing as they hadn’t long gotten back from their vacation.

“What’s up?” Rage asked. He heard the sounds of crying in the distance. Leonardo, Penny and Rage’s son, had been sick for the past couple of days.

“Big Ricky was at my wife’s house,” he said.

“Is she fucking him?”

“No.” He gritted his teeth, not liking the wave of jealousy that washed through him. He and Mel were not cheaters. Their marriage up until a few months ago had been an open one. He’d loved it. The freedom had been great. He could fuck any woman he wanted, knowing Mel wouldn’t care.

Now of course, it was different. The thought of another man tasting his woman, it didn’t sit well with him. He was amazed how he’d changed. Going from fucking anything with a cunt to wanting to be home with his woman.

“I don’t see what the problem is. Big Ricky is here because he is showing friendship with regards to the Lorenzo family, Pea. I know you don’t like him being here, but there’s not a lot you can do about it.”

“You don’t think a shit storm’s not going to come banging at our door?” Pea asked.

“Who is stupid enough to take on Saints and Sinners MC and the Lorenzo family? Chill out, Pea. Stop worrying so much.” With that, Rage hung up.

Shaking his head, he made his way upstairs to the bathroom. Mel was covered in bubbles, her hair piled on top of her head.

She looked pale and tired.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to start being the jealous husband? I don’t think I can handle that right now.” She closed her eyes. “I told you I wouldn’t cheat on you. We’ve made this change.”

“I’m not … it’s not about that, babe. Please, don’t for a second think that is it. It’s not. I don’t like him. This has nothing to do with me or you.” He moved so that he was kneeling at the edge of the bath, resting his arms long the ledge, and placing his chin there. “He’s … I don’t like him. I don’t like him in this town or near the club. I think he’s dangerous.”

“And no one else is listening?”

“No one thinks he poses any threat. That for some reason we are a threat along with them.”

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