“What’s that?”
“I’m askin’ you to be exclusive.”
I frowned. “Were we not before?”
“That was relating to sex. Now I’m askin’ you to be mine for as long as it works.” He pulled out a beautiful silver pendant and handed it to me. “All the old ladies wear these.”
I studied it and smiled. The hinged oval was intricately carved with the Dogs of Fire logo on the front and I opened it to find it empty, but with room for pictures. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a tracking device.”
I gasped. “What?”
“If you get into trouble, just press these together and it will send a signal to my phone and whoever’s in the guard tower that you need help. It will also tell us exactly where you are.”
I frowned up at him. “Am I going to need it?”
“I hope to fuck not, but it’s something Liv came up with a few years ago, so every old lady wears one.” He unhooked the chain and secured it around my neck. “It got her out of a sticky situation a while back and it makes us all feel a little better.”
“I feel like I’ve been pinned.”
He chuckled. “Are you saying yes, then?”
“Of course, I’m saying yes,” I said, looping my arms around his neck. “I’m keeping you.”
Stroking my cheek, he leaned down to kiss me. “I like that, baby.”
“Are you tired?”
“Nope, you?”
I slid my hands to the waistband of his jeans. “Nope.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Me? Oh, I’m gonna suck you off here in my kitchen. Are you good with that?” I unbuttoned his fly, pushing the denim down his legs, boxer briefs and all. His already hard dick sprang free and I kneeled before him, running my tongue along the length.
He let out a quiet hiss, sliding his hands into my hair as I took him deep in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
I pulled back enough to spit into the palm of my hands, then went back to working his dick with both my mouth and hands. It didn’t take long before his hips started to move, and I no longer had to do any of the work.
He fucked my mouth, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until I heard his quiet warning of an impending orgasm. I gripped his thigh with one hand, the other holding his dick to my mouth.
“Jesus, fuck,” he hissed as he exploded, his dick pulsing as his cum slid down the back of my throat.
I continued to suck gently until his body relaxed, then I released him, licking his tip as I made a show of wiping my mouth.
Shadow laughed, pulling his jeans up, then kissing me as he lifted me. “Your turn,” he said, and carried me to my bedroom.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Posey
A LITTLE OVER a week later, Shadow had invited me to another club family night. Sharon was still staying with Shiloh and Otter, so I’d convinced her to join us. She was getting around much better on her little scooter and we had a lock on a lovely apartment close by. It was one Sterling had renovated, so he was able to negotiate a deal on the rent. An investigation was still going on, so Sharon had to wait a bit longer for her apartment and its contents to be released.
I had just slid an earring into my ear when my phone buzzed on my dresser. Glancing at the screen, I saw it was Jane. “Hey, baby cakes, how are you?”
“Ready to kick my asshole husband to the curb.”
I rolled my eyes. “What did he do now?”
“He bought a boat.”
I gasped. “What?”
“He bought a mother fucking boat.”
“With what money?”
“The money that was in our joint savings account.”
I frowned. “The ‘buy a house one day’ fund?”
“That’s the one.”
“Oh my god,” I breathed out. “What the hell are you going to do with a boat?”
“I’m going to shove it up his ass is what I’m going to do, then I’m going to divorce him.”
My insides did a little jig. God, she needed to get rid of the dickhead. “How about you come with me tonight? Get your drink on.”
“What are we doing?”
“We’re going to a club family night.”
“Are you going with Shadow?”
“He had to work, so I’m meeting him there.”
Shadow had been working with Doom and Sterling all day, building fences or something in an historic neighborhood.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll meet you at your place in thirty.”
I grinned. “Okay, honey, I’ll wait for you.”
Once Jane arrived, we gathered Sharon up and helped her into my car.
“I’m not sure how comfortable I feel with all these bikers,” Sharon said. “I’m an old woman, not some hoochie biker mama. These men don’t want some geriatric hanging around.”
Jane laughed. “You’re hoochie in your own way.”
“That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Sharon joked.
I grinned and we helped Sharon onto the porch and then she was able to maneuver her way from there.
We were greeted by a few folks as we made our way deeper into the building. The place was packed, but I heard Jane groan just as I caught sight of Shadow with his arms around one of the prettiest women I’d ever seen.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hissed, and Jane grabbed my arm.
“Don’t kill him,” she warned.
Shadow caught my eye and smiled, then frowned and I scowled at him, turning on my heel and making a run for the exit. Before I could get more than the few steps, however, I found myself lifted and thrown over his shoulder, and suddenly going the opposite way of the exit.
“Put me down!” I squealed.
“Shut it.” He smacked my bottom and kept moving toward the stairs.
“You fucking asshole!” I hissed, trying to squirm out of his hold, but he held me tight. “Let me down.”
He carried me through a doorway, then dropped me gently on the bed. I knifed off the mattress and tried to rush past him, but he wrapped an arm around my waist and slammed the door before I could leave.
“You cannot keep me hostage,” I sneered.
He crossed his arms and smirked. “Let it out, Posey.”
“No. You’re not worth the breath.”
“What do you think you saw, baby?”
“Don’t call me baby, you lying, cheating piece of shit.”
“I’ve never lied to you, and I’m also not a cheater,” he said calmly. “Wanna try again?”
I scowled. “You’re the one who had your arms wrapped around some whore! How about you try again.”
He slid his phone out of his pocket and his fingers slid over the screen before he handed it to me.
“What’s this?” I demanded.
“Look at it, Posey.”
I huffed as I glanced down at the phone. Shadow and the aforementioned whore were in boxing gloves and shorts, hands up like they were ready to fight each other and the caption read: ‘Sibling Rivalry.’
I suddenly felt sick and felt my face heat. “Um…”