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M idnight was right. The party feels different with him at my side. Instead of the leering looks I got the first time, I’m looked at with respect.

It’s gotten a bit chilly, so Midnight gave me his jacket to keep me warm. He has been attentive and affectionate all day. I thought we were trying to play it cool with the girls, but he doesn’t seem to care if they know about us.

It’s thrilling to have such a dominant man giving me all of his attention. I never thought I would like the way he orders me around, but it turns me on. Almost as much as it does when he tells me that I’m a good girl.

“Do you want another drink?” Midnight whispers into my ear.

“Yes, please,” I tell him.

He leans down and kisses my head as he stands. Reaper stands too, going with him. I watch as they weave their way through the crowded yard.

I have been so caught up in him and the conversation we were having with Reaper and Natalie that I didn’t realize how many people showed up. Nor did I notice how sexual everyone around me is being.

“You get used to it,” Natalie tells me.

“You see this a lot?” I ask.

“Every time they have a party, which is several days a week. It’s part of club life.”

I bite my lip watching as one of the less-dressed women dances between two men.

“It doesn’t concern you having Reaper around all of this?”

“Not at all. Reaper is committed to me. He loves me, and I choose to have faith in that. Could he betray me one day? Sure, but he also could prove to be the man I know him to be. So why waste my time being worried about a few sweetbutts?”

“That’s what you call them?” I ask.

“The club calls them that. They really aren’t that bad. Have you met Tara?” When I nod, she continues. “She used to be one until Wrath made her his old lady. I used to try and help them, but I guess being the head old lady, they don’t enjoy my interference. So now I sit back and offer assistance if they ask. We used to do joint girls’ nights, but only the long-timers come to that. Many of these women will be here to get what they need, whether it be money, shelter, or a stopping place for the night, and then they will move on, never to be seen again.”

I was almost one of them.

“That’s…” I trail off.

“I know. I couldn’t wrap my head around it either, but I finally came to terms with it. It’s their body, and they can do what they want with it. I set up health care and workshops for them if they want that sort of thing. Now I can only stand back and let them make their own choices.”

“Admirable. Does Midnight ever…” I don’t know how to phrase it.

“He’s not a saint. In the past he has indulged, but not for a long time. Since months before you. At least, not that I saw.”

“Thanks,” I whisper.

“Being an old lady isn’t always easy, but trust your man. I’ve known them for a while now, and they are good men. Once they commit, they won’t ever stray.”

“I’m not his old lady. I’m just the nanny he is trying to make into girlfriend material.” I admit my biggest insecurity.

What if that’s all this is? His need to bang the nanny.

“Honey, you are wearing his jacket, and he calls you Flower. He might not have made it official yet, but you’re his old lady.”

“Flower is a nickname, and he let me wear his jacket the night we met so I could ride on the back of his bike.”

She spits out the drink she took and starts coughing.

“Are you okay?” I lean forward.

She nods. “You were on his bike?”

“Yes. Why?”

She shakes her head. “Yeah, you should start asking him more questions. Specifically about what the seat on the back of his bike means or the fact that he gave you a road name already.”

Before I can say anything else, Midnight steps out of the back door, Reaper by his side. Only someone pulls on his arm, getting him to stop. When I notice who it is, I see red.

“That bitch,” I whisper.

“Who is that?” Natalie asks.

“My ex-roommate.”

“Well, are you going to let her paw at your man?” Natalie raises a brow.

Was I?

Hell no.

“I’ll be back.” I wrap his jacket around myself more securely.

“Go get him, girl,” Natalie tells me.

I nod at Reaper as I pass him, which causes him to smile. Then I march right up to Midnight, wrapping his arm around me as I stare at Candy.

She looks worse than the last time I saw her. Hell, she looks like she might be high on something. Tonight she is dressed in some see-through lace bra and panty set, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Midnight looks down at me, pulling me into his side.

“Ew, you’re still around?” Candy hisses at me.

“You owe me money. I want it back, and you will give it to me,” I tell her.

“Really? What are you going to do about it if I don’t? They don’t give a fuck about pussy here.”

Midnight growls, but I smack his chest. This is my problem to deal with.

“You either give me my money back, or I will get you banned from here.”

I don’t know if I can do that or not, but Midnight doesn’t correct me.

“Really? You think you have that kind of power?”

I shrug. “I am wearing his jacket. Maybe we should ask him if I have that in my power?” I look up at Midnight, and he’s glaring at Candy.

“I need everyone’s attention!” he shouts out.

Everyone stops what they are doing to look at him

“This woman in front of me stole from my woman. She is no longer welcome in this club.”

Two sentences, and the whole clubs’ vibe changes, everyone glaring at Candy.

“Whatever. Like I need this place anyway.” She turns to leave, but Midnight reaches out, grabbing her.

“You will give her the money you owe her or you will feel the full wrath of this club,” he tells her.

I almost feel bad for her as the fear shows on her face. Then I remember how she left me homeless and realize she did this to herself.

When she scurries away, Midnight pulls me into his arms. “Do you still want that drink? I dropped them when I was dealing with her.”

I shake my head, the adrenaline catching up to me. “I want you.”

His eyes flare. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Take me somewhere private.”

“As you wish.” He picks me up, carrying me inside.

We ignore the hooting and hollering as he takes me down the hall. He pins me against the wall next to a door as he pulls out a key, opening the door. Once inside, he sets me on the bed, turning to shut and lock the door.

“This is your last chance, Flower. Are you sure you are ready for this?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, my pussy already feeling wet at his tone.

“Then strip and get on the bed on your hands and knees. I want your hands gripping the backboard. Don’t you dare move.”

I swallow hard. “Yes, sir.”

I would do anything he said if he would keep looking at me like that.

Lainey is perfect for me.

She is a spitfire when she needs to be. Watching her handle Candy was a turn-on. I’ve seen bits and pieces of her being the strong woman I know she can be when it comes to the girls, but that wasn’t what tonight was.

She was territorial.

Over me.

She didn’t have to piss all over me to show the other woman I was hers. No, she just needed a few words and an attitude to get the point across. It doesn’t hurt that she has me as backup.

When she threatened to ban the girl, I wanted to smirk. My innocent little flower banning someone from my clubhouse? It was cute. If it were any other woman, they would have been told to pound sand, but it was her. She might have meant it as an empty threat, but I made it come true.

No one fucks with my girl and gets away with it.

I meant what I said to the slut too. She better have my girl’s money and quick. Otherwise she won’t like the consequences.

I watch her on her knees waiting for my next instruction. She looks so beautiful naked and ready for whatever I want to give her.

I tried so hard to resist her, but I couldn’t. We were inevitable. Something in the universe was cruel enough to put her in my path. She deserves someone better. Someone younger even.

It doesn’t matter now. She’s mine. No one will ever love her the way I do.

I undress slowly, loving the way her body is vibrating with need. She’s anticipating my next move, and I smirk at that.

My beautiful flower.

Crawling onto the bed, I flip to my back, pulling myself between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she gasps as I push her legs wider so that they frame my face.

“Eating my dessert. Be a good girl and don’t let go.”

She nods, looking down at me.

Loving her eyes on me, I purposely go slow, sticking my tongue out and licking her clit. She jumps a little at the sensation. I do it again, picking up the speed a little. She tries to grind down onto my face, but I grip her hips before biting her thigh, and she hisses.

“Stay still,” I order her.

“Yes, sir,” she mutters.

I start licking her again, stopping once again when she moves. I do this over and over until her legs are shaking.

“Please, Michael. I can’t. I need to come,” she begs me.

“You haven’t been good. All you need to do is stay still,” I tell her, teasing her clit with my teeth.

“Michael,” she moans out.

She’s on the edge. I won’t let her fall over it, though.

“Be a good girl now, and I will make you come.”

“I can’t control my reactions. Please.”

I know she hurts from the delayed pleasure. Her body is wound tight. It would only take a little pressure to set her off, but I don’t want her to come on my face. Not tonight.

I need her to come on my cock.

“How do you feel about kids?” I ask her suddenly.

She looks down at me, an incredulous look on her face. “Really? You want to talk about kids now?” she asks.

“Yep. Do you want them?”

“We already have them,” she growls.

God, if that statement doesn’t light my soul up. To know that she considers those girls as much hers as they are mine. She’s the mom they deserve.

“I’m talking about more.” I pull my body out from under her.

She whines, so I smack her ass in response. She still doesn’t move, and I love that she hasn’t. It means that in the bedroom, she is willing to let me lead. She trusts me as much as I trust her.

“One day, sure,” she mumbles.

“Good.”

Gripping her hips, I flip her over onto her back. Then I settle between her legs. I rub my cock along her seam, lubricating it with her arousal. She tries to hump my cock, but I hold her still as I line up at her entrance.

“Look at me,” I bark.

Her eyes lock on mine.

“You don’t close those eyes, Flower. I’m going to make you feel good, but only if you look at me.”

“I will,” she promises.

Slowly, I press into her. It’s a tight squeeze, and it has me freezing for a moment.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask.

“What?” She looks a bit dazed. “No.”

“You’re so tight,” I tell her, pushing a little more.

“It’s been a long time. Haven’t been with a lot,” she manages to huff out between breaths.

“Does it hurt?” I ask her.

“Only in the best way,” she responds without hesitation.

Pulling out, I push a little further in, and she takes it like a champ. As I push against her, she pushes against me to help with the resistance. When I’m finally all the way in, I stop, but not for her sake.

I’m so fucking close that this might be over before it starts.

“Goddamn, Lainey. You fit like a fucking glove.”

She clenches around me, making me see stars for a moment.

“Please, Michael. I need you to fuck me now.”

It’s the one demand I’ll allow her. This one time, I will let her tell me what to do, but only because the need in her voice matches the need in my soul.

I need to brand her from the inside. Mark every single part of her so there is no question who she belongs to.

Fuck, I hope she lets me tattoo her. I want my property of mark on her body. Maybe I’ll put it right above this pretty pussy.

Then again, I might murder someone if they ever saw it.

Slowly pulling back, I start a steady pace of thrusting. I hike her legs up over my arms so I can hit her deeper. It doesn’t take long for her voice to hit another octave as she screams out my name.

I feel her clench against me, her body giving into the orgasm I have been denying. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she passes out from the pleasure being given. I find my own release, coating her insides. The idea that they might take hold and give us another child has me wanting to fuck her again.

God, I didn’t think I had a breeding kink, but with her I do. I want to see her pregnant with my kid. Then when she is done, I want to do it all over again. We can have a house full of kids. Nothing would make me happier.

Her body is limp underneath me. I kiss her lips, then her cheeks. Her pussy clenches once more, making me hiss. It feels so good.

“Flower, baby. I need to know you are okay,” I whisper against her ear.

“Good. Need sleep,” she mutters after a moment.

I chuckle, moving to her side. Lifting her leg, I slip back inside her heat. My dick is softening, but just the feel of her warmth has it stiffening back up.

That’s how we fall asleep. My woman in my arms and my cock in her pussy.

The way I hope it will be for the rest of our lives.