Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Instead of asking Ben, I ask Pres, “What does ‘his’ mean?”
Pres’ grim look finally lightens, and he smiles. “It means that you’re loyal to him.”
“So his girlfriend?” I ask, still not fully understanding.
There’s a laugh from a guy that is sitting in the corner, but with one look from Pres, he stops. Pres just shakes his head. “It’s more than that. It means no one else in the club is allowed to touch you, you’re loyal to him, and you’re protected by the club.”
I look at Ben, and he’s looking straight ahead. He doesn’t do all this emotional stuff, and it’s a little frustrating, so I direct my question to Pres. “And is he supposed to be loyal to me?”
Pres laughs. “Honey, that’s the first time I’ve been asked that. It’s not required—”
Ben cuts him off and is now looking at me. “Yeah, it means I’m faithful and loyal to you.”
We stare at each other, and I lick my lower lip. This time when I answer, I’m looking at Ben. “Yeah, I want to be his ol’ lady.”
Ben’s eyes darken, and he squeezes my hand.
Pres goes over a few rules, telling me things Ben has already told me and that I won’t be privy to what happens within the club. I should probably pay better attention because before I know it, I’m being ushered out into the main room, and this time it’s quiet as Pres walks into the room with us. Everyone is looking our way, and Pres starts to talk. “Hey, everyone, this is Lexi Payne, and she’s Boss’ ol’ lady. Treat her with respect. She’s now protected by the club.”
There’s a few hoots and hollers, and when I find Alice in the crowd, thankfully she’s smiling at me. As everyone gets back to what they were doing, Ben pulls me toward the front doors. I stop before I get to his truck. “Do you think you should have told me about that before we went in there?”
Ben lifts his shoulders, not showing any regrets. “No. I mean, I guess I could’ve, but it doesn’t matter. You were going to be my ol’ lady regardless.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Why? I mean, you just had sex with me. You didn’t have to do that.”
He laughs and runs his hand through his beard. “You don’t think so? It’s funny, because I didn’t think there was any other way.”
I should just let it go, but that’s not who I am. “How so?”
“Because I want to be with you, but the only way I can let myself is if I know you have the club in your corner. If something happens to me, they’ll take care of you now.”
“What do you mean if something happens to you?”
He blows out a breath. “Princess, in my eyes, what we do is right, but it doesn’t make it safe.”
For probably the third time tonight, I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. But thinking about Ben and how he makes me feel, I know this is right. My brother is not going to be happy. Hell, our worlds are so different I wonder how we’re going to fit in with each other, but I know we can make it work.
I put my hands at his waist. “You know, if you wanted to ask me to be your girlfriend, you could have just done that. You didn’t have to announce it in front of your whole club.”
He turns me around so my back is pressed against his truck, and he leans against me. His hard manhood presses into my belly, and he cages me in against his truck with his arms. “That’s the way it works; that’s how they know you’re one of us.”
I bring my arms up and loop my hands around his neck. With a smile on my face, I tilt my head to look up at him. “I dunno, it seems like a lot of work just for you to get laid.”
He growls and leans down until we're eye to eye. “You’re more than pussy to me, Lexi. I know this is moving fast for you, but you sealed your fate when you came into my shop asking for another man to put his mark on you.”
I pat my hand on his chest to try and soothe him. “Hey, I’m just joking.”
But he shakes his head. “Ask me how many ol’ ladies I’ve had.”
I physically react with a jerk. “Do I want to know the answer to that?”
He shakes his head. “You don’t get it, do you? One. That’s how many times I’ve went to my club and told the Pres that I had a woman I want to be my ol’ lady.” He points a finger to my chest, right over my heart. “One time, just you.”
The weight of it all settles over me, and it hits me then how much this really means. To me, I thought it was some kind of joke or something, but I’m quickly learning I was wrong. I snuggle against him. “So I feel like we should celebrate this or something, but I have class in the morning.”