Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
After several more brothers met the same fate, he ordered a stash of “Property of” vests and kept them stored at the clubhouse. A few of the old ladies could sew, so they could add the new woman’s name to the front and put the brother’s name patch on the back. At times, having a vest on hand had turned out to be vitally important.
“What was all that about?”
I shut down my computer and stood, then helped Lorelei to her feet. “I’ll tell you while I make us some dinner.”
“You can cook?” she asked, aghast.
I mock frowned. “Are you stereotyping me, woman?”
Lorelei laughed. “I guess I’m guilty. It’s just, you know, big bad sexy biker, with the bachelor pad and bat cave—”
I held up a finger. “Secret Sanctuary, “I corrected with a grin and a wink.
“Okay,” she giggled. “Anyway, it just doesn't seem like cooking would be on that skill list.”
“You think I’m sexy, huh?”
Lorelei laughed and poked my shoulder. “You heard me.”
I growled and scooped her into my arms, running up the stairs and into the kitchen, with Lorelei giggling the whole way.
While we ate our dinner of pasta with sautéed vegetables and garlic bread, I told her a little about my conversation with Mac. Although, most of it was club business, so I couldn’t tell her much. And I sure as shit didn’t mention the property patch. She was nowhere ready for that step yet.
After we were done eating, I guided her back to our bedroom. Then I tossed another shirt at her before jerking my chin toward the en suite bathroom. “Go ahead and change, baby. Shower if you want to. I put your toothbrush in there earlier. Tomorrow, we can order you some clothes. Although I don’t mind seeing you in my shit all the time.” Seeing her wearing my clothes with my property patch branding her would be even better.
Lorelei’s green eyes sparkled, and her cheeks bloomed with pink. “Okay.”
“Gonna do a check of the locks and security system.”
She smiled sweetly before going into the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn on.
I groaned at the thought of her naked body under the cascading water. Before I could give in to the temptation to join her, I checked the house and grabbed an ice-cold water from the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what would be more useful—to drink it or just put the frosty bottle right up against my dick.
Lorelei was already snuggled up in bed when I returned, so I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers. I figured it was best that I not sleep naked like I usually did while I was trying to give her time before I fucked her. Then I took my own icy shower.
When I was done, I downed the bottle of water and groaned when I glanced down to see that my big, long cock was still hard as a rock and trying to escape my underwear.
I crawled into bed and pulled Lorelei into my arms. “Merry Christmas, firecracker,” I said softly. “I wish I had a present for you.”
“You could be my Christmas present.” She said it so quietly that I almost missed it.
Shoving my face into her neck, I growled, “Gonna be the death of me.”
She giggled, and I gave her a squeeze. “Sleep, baby. Tomorrow, I’ll take you for a ride on my bike.”
“Really?” Lorelei’s head flew up and whacked against my forehead. “Ouch!”
“Shit!”
“I’m so sorry!” she gasped, but I just burst into laughter.
This woman…she was like nothing I could have imagined for myself. But there was no doubt she was mine.
“Ready?”
I laughed when I spotted Lorelei standing at the entrance to the office I kept on the main floor. She was practically vibrating with excitement, clasping her hands, and shuffling from foot to foot.
“Yeah, baby. Give me five minutes, and we can go.” She’d mentioned our ride this morning, and I told her I wanted to wait until afternoon when the weather was warmer.
I was also concerned about what she should wear. Normally, I’d have her in thick jeans or leather to protect her, but she certainly wouldn’t fit in anything of mine. It would be more of a hindrance with all the extra fabric. Shortly before lunch, I received a text from Cash, telling me to check the front door.
A box with clothes, toiletries, and other random items was on the porch. At first, I thought maybe one of the old ladies had put it together for her. Then I spotted the purse and instinctively knew that Cash had grabbed Lorelei’s stuff when they left and brought it with them.
I pulled my phone from the pocket of my jeans and sent him a message.
Owe you, brother.
Yes, you do.
I laughed and typed a quick response.
Fuck off.
I intend to.
Shaking my head and chuckling, I shoved my phone into my back pocket and lifted the box into my arms.