Chelle wasn’t sure what to think about that information. She would definitely do more research on MCs as soon as she got a chance.
“Now, that’s more fuckin’ shit than I shoulda told you. But I get you hadta hear it. It settle your mind?”
Did it? Chelle wasn’t certain. Maybe if she didn’t know Angel and Crystal. But she knew them since they wore pigtails, and not for the reason Angel wore pigtails today.
“Chelle.” He pushed off the door, stepped close to cup her cheek, making her look up at him. “They didn’t wanna be here, they wouldn’t be. Like you. You’re here ‘cause you wanna be. Or did ‘til you got some shockers. They know what they’re gettin’ into before they get into it. And, remember, the doors swing both fuckin’ ways.”
He had spoken very slowly, like he normally did when he wanted to get every word correct. Because on this point every word was important and he wanted Chelle to understand.
She did and she didn’t.
While she never would judge a woman’s sexual wants or needs, she had a hard time wrapping her head around why a woman would just service a bunch of men whenever they wanted it. Unless...
“They don’t get paid, right?” If so, that would be prostitution, which was illegal in Pennsylvania.
“Nope. Again, they’re doin’ it ‘cause they wanna, Chelle. That’s it.”
He now sounded like he was done talking about this. But Chelle wasn’t done. Not yet.
“I assume you’ve taken advantage of their... willingness?”
“Ain’t gonna lie—”
She quickly shook her head and raised a hand between them to stop him. “That’s all you had to say.”
His dark brows pinned together. “That gonna be a problem ‘tween us?”
“Have you... Since we...” She swallowed, trying to loosen her tight throat, thinking about why Crystal and Angel were there in the clubhouse and what that meant for Shade.
And those were only two women of an unknown number. Chelle could only guess there were more. With the way things were going today, she might even meet the rest when she least expected it.
Even though they weren’t dating, or even serious, the thought of Shade being with those available women bothered her. While it shouldn’t, the truth was, it did. So much so, it caused a burn in her gut.
She hadn’t felt this type of jealously since...
Never.
What she was feeling was the same way the day had been going, strange and unexpected.
Tucking a thumb under her chin, Shade lifted her face again and held her gaze. “Listen, beautiful, gonna get one thing straight, then we’re done talkin’ about it. Yeah?”
She wasn’t sure she could agree with that, so she didn’t.
He continued, anyway, without it. “Not into that. They don’t do shit for me.”
Really? They were young and nubile. Perky and willing. Chelle assumed most guys would be panting after that. Especially when those girls were at their beck and call. “Why?”
“Prefer a woman like you.”
“Older.”
“Nothin’ to do with age.” He tapped her temple gently. “Has to do with up here.” He pressed his hand to her heart. “Here.” He dropped his hand to squeeze her hip. “Here.” He slipped his hand down, cupping her pussy over her jeans. “And here.”
She pressed her hand over his, keeping him there. “Why there?”
“’Cause that’s mine. No one else’s. Know you didn’t fuck any of my brothers the night before. An hour before. Hell, fifteen minutes before. You save that for me.”
Her breath had hitched, her nipples had pebbled and her pussy had twinged at his rough claim.
“Unless I’m wrong?”
“You’re not wrong,” she whispered.
“That also means for the time that’s mine...” He removed her hand from the V of her legs and moved it to his. “This is yours. No one else’s. When you’re ready to move on, I’ll move on. Not before. Yeah?”
This time she agreed. She wasn’t young, nubile or even perky but she was willing. And his declaration that he was solely hers as long as she wanted him made lava flow through her, only at a much quicker pace. “Yes.”
He tilted his head and stared down at her. But his dark eyes had gone hot and his cock now hard under her palm. “Done with this tour?”
“I think I’ve seen enough for now.”
He grinned. “Yeah. Everyone’s seen enough once they’ve seen Dutch’s dick.”
“I’ll have to find a new garage. I’m not sure I can face him again after that.”
Shade snorted softly. “No lie, you spend enough time ‘round here, you’ll see his dick more than his face.”
“Wonderful,” she said dryly.
“Not so much for us.”
“I mean, for an older guy, Dutch is kind of hot. If you’re into his type.”
Shade’s eyebrows rose. “You into his type?”
“Not particularly.” A rough and gruff Santa-type might not be for her but she was sure plenty of other women were into it.
“Watchin’ that get you wet?”
Heat shot into her cheeks.
He grinned, dropped his head and, “Yeah, watchin’ that got you hot,” whispered over her parted lips.
“Ain’t gonna lie,” she echoed him, making the corner of his eyes crinkle. “A little, until I realized who they were.” She side-eyed his neatly made bed. “We don’t have time, do we?”
“Not time to fuck, but—”
Before he could get the rest out, she dropped to her knees and did something she’d been wanting to do since the night in the Subaru. She figured it was only fair since he had given her great head, she’d return the favor.
He certainly didn’t turn that favor down.
Chapter Sixteen
Right outside of town, Shade gave the signal that indicated to his brothers behind him he was breaking formation. When someone veered off, they usually closed up rank to keep the pack tight.
As soon as he hooked a left to head to the west end of town, hollers and horns were heard behind them in an obnoxious send-off.
Fuckers.
Chelle propped her chin-strap on his shoulder and, with her face shield raised, yelled, “Is that normal?”
“No.” Today was Bust Shade’s Balls Day.
“Where are we going?”
He caught her question before the wind whipped it away. Instead of answering, he reached back, squeezed her thigh and decided to leave his hand where it belonged, now that they weren’t in view of his brothers.
He hadn’t told her about his plan, but figured, after the quickie blowjob in his room earlier, she wouldn’t be opposed to it.
That had been the first time he had her mouth on him and he hoped like fuck it wasn’t the last. Dutch had said Crystal sucked him like a pro, but Shade disagreed.
Chelle was so much fucking better.
He had slipped her glasses from her face, tucked them into the neckline of his shirt and, gripping her ponytail with one hand and the side of her face with the other, he forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch her give his dick a spit-shine.