Page 21 of Giving It to the Biker

“You’re being a pig again. How do you know I’ve not fucked everything I’ve seen with a dick?”

“You’d have started on the club.”

“Not necessarily.”

“Have you been with lots of other men?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then stop trying to pretend that you have. You and I both know that you haven’t.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, moaning as she leaned back against him, and her pussy seemed to flutter around him. “That feels good.”

“I’ve got to go and see Melissa soon.”

He tensed up, not liking the thought of her being alone with Pea.

“Why?”

“She’s my sister, and even though she has a crazy life, it doesn’t mean I should hate her.”

“True. Why don’t you come to the club tomorrow night? We’re going to be putting a prospect through his paces.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means we’re going to have some food, some drinks, and there’s going to be a fight.”

“A fight?”

“We need to know the boys can hold their own in a fight. What’s the point of having a club if some of the men can’t fight back?”

“I see.”

“You’re my woman. You can wear my leather jacket. Melissa will be there with Pea. You can talk to her then.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll be there fighting, and if you want at the end of the night, I’ll live one of your fantasies.”

“You don’t know any of my fantasies.”

“Tell me one, and it’s yours.”

She glanced back at him, smiling. “Deal.”

****

Penny placed the cookies down on the bar inside the clubhouse. She was standing next to Saint, who was staring back at her. Rage had been adamant that she was to wear his leather cut, and she didn’t like it.

“It looks good on you,” Saint said, nodding at the jacket.

She tugged the edge of the jacket closed then open. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I like it or not.”

“I like it. Rage has been trying to get that jacket on you for years.”

“He’s never told me.”

“You never gave him any indication that you wanted him.”

“I still don’t know if I want him.”

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