“What’s stopping you?” The question slips from my mouth before I can stop it. Other questions pop in my head, but I bite my tongue to keep from asking them.
“Nothing’s stopping me from fuckin’ you, baby, but the two of us are about to have a damn serious conversation. One where neither of us gets out of this bed. We talk it out, then fuck each other’s brains out. I had to go almost a month without having you after getting such a small taste,” Stoney murmurs, sliding his hands from my hips to cup my breasts in his hands.
“Stoney,” I moan.
“What did I tell you?” he demands, pinching my nipples.
“What didn’t you tell me?” I counter.
“Doll,” he growls.
“Stoney,” I murmur.
“Fuckin’ hell, woman, answer the damn question,” he orders.
“I don’t remember,” I lie as I roll my hips.
“Insufferable woman, don’t lie to me,” he says as he thrusts his dick inside me.
Moaning, I throw my head back and roll my hips again and again bringing myself closer to orgasm. Right as I feel myself about to hit peak Stoney throws me off him rolling us back over, pinning me to the bed.
I open my mouth to protest when he stops me. “No fuckin’ way, baby. You’re not getting out of answering my fuckin’ question by riding my cock so damn good I could watch your tits bounce all day. Now, what the hell did I tell you to call me when it was just the two of us?” he demands.
“Ugh, fine, Scott . . . you told me to call you Scott. Now, fuck me again please,” I yell, not liking the fact I’d been so close to orgasm when he stopped me.
“I’ll oblige soon enough, Doll. We’re gonna talk now,” he says.
“You’re not just a jerk-faced pig, but an asshole jerk-faced pig,” I huff, looking away from him.
“Don’t start trying to be cuter than you already are, baby. Now, sit up so we can get our talk out of the way, then I’ll fuck you senseless and you can get that orgasm you wanted.” He smirks as he releases my arm and sits back on his knees. Scooting backward, I sit up with my back pressed against the headboard.
Stoney’s eyes run up and down my body before he jerks up off the bed and moves around the bedroom. My gaze follows him as he goes over to a dresser, jerks a pair of shorts out, and puts them on before closing that one and opening another to grab a shirt.
Without closing the drawer, Stoney stalks back over to the bed and tosses the shirt at me. “I can’t do this with your tits staring at me,” he grumbles as he adjusts himself.
“Tell me how you really feel,” I say in annoyance as I grab the shirt and yank it over my head. I don’t even want to have this conversation right now. He made his opinion loud and clear several times. His whores have as well. I cringe at the in-depth image Cherry Pie drew for me of Stoney, her, and whoever this Boss woman is.
“I’ll do just that, Rachel,” Stoney proclaims as he sits on the bed facing me. “I’m not good at this shit, so I’m goin’ to do my best to explain it for you to understand me. When it comes to women, I don’t trust them, none of them besides the ones I allow myself to. Marie, Horse’s mom, she’s a real bitch who left us because she decided partying was more important than raising her son. I swore then and there, I’d never take an ol’ lady or anyone on who wasn’t a clubwhore or some random pussy.”
Stoney holds his hand up when I start to open my mouth. “Let me finish this, Doll,” he says.
“When you mentioned Boss earlier, yeah, it pissed me the fuck off but not for the reasons you think. She’s the Prez of the Iron Vex MC and we’d agreed on an alliance. While we may still have that alliance, she and I, we’ve never gotten along, never will. Yeah, we fucked, but it was a hate fuck, nothing more.
“At first, I didn’t have a very high opinion of Boss. She’s a woman in a man’s world trying to show she has more balls than everyone else. But at the same time, I wanted to commend her for her strength in being able to handle what she does. She and I fucked twice, that was it. Both times were nothing more.” The way he stares directly into my eyes, I know in my gut he’s telling the truth. I still think he had to have felt something for her, but that may just be me being jealous because this man is my fantasy man. The one I’ve always wanted.
“Now you, Doll, you’re completely different. When I claimed you as property, I meant it to be the same as ol’ lady but I’ve always swore I’d never have one. Trust doesn’t come easy and during the past several weeks while I was at Twister and Horse’s charter, my mind kept coming back to you and I couldn’t think of anything else. I want you as my ol’ lady. I want you in my life.
“But you doing stupid shit, like you did leaving the protection of the clubhouse, when I’m not here to protect you stops,” he growls the last words.
Speechless, I let his words sink in as my heart pounds against my chest. Licking my lips, I take a deep breath. “I get you have issues with women, and I’ll agree with you, some women can be vindictive, manipulating, conniving bitches. My own mom was one, so I get it,” I murmured.
“Yeah, Rachel, your mom was one of the biggest bitches any of us here met,” he grumbles. “What I’m trying to say is you are what I want in my life. I watched my son all but crumble this past month yet at the same time stood strong for his ol’ lady in a time that was stressful for the both of them. As I saw the two of them deal with all that, I swore it would be the end for them. Never thought almost losing their son would bring them even closer. I’ve seen men break under that kind of pressure. Same as women. But the women always seemed to want to blame everything on the men.”
“Wait, what are you talking about they almost lost their son?” I ask in confusion.
“Shit, you don’t know, do you,” he says stiffly. “It’s the reason I left the way I did. Hades’ sister, Ally, and Kenny were attacked. Kenny ended up hurt really bad and had to have an emergency c-section. Caden was born way too fuckin’ early, but he’s a fighter and he fought. Came home right before Shadow called, telling me you’d escaped.”
“Oh my God, I wish I’d known. I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
“No one told you,” he asks.
Glancing away from him, I say, “No, because I’m only your property.”
Chapter Twenty
Stoney
Rachel’s words gut me. I don’t need to hear any more to know exactly why she didn’t want to answer any of my calls and dodged me. I can’t even be pissed at my brothers— they were just doing what they’d do if it were any other brother who claimed someone as property.
Motherfucker, I’m a dumbass.
Still though, some of the other shit shouldn’t have happened. That’s another thing I don’t need nor want her to tell me about. The clubwhores will learn when we go to the clubhouse later where their place really is, and that’s beneath Rachel. She’s goin’ to be what she was always meant to be— my ol’ lady, my woman, and the fuckin’ queen over those bitches. They don’t like it, they can get the fuck out.