Page 35 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Chapter Twenty-One

Taryn really needed to invest in some good video editing software. The four videos she’d shot while prepping food in The Castle’s kitchen were far from perfect.

The bloopers ended up being out of control. Add in the copious amount of cursing from the bikers in the background and hardly any of the raw footage had turned out usable. At least she hadn’t been doing another “live” and the videos would be fine once cleaned up and certain words bleeped out.

She had a long list of recipes she wanted to make and record. However, right now she was concentrating on two weeks’ worth of dinners for one of her long-time clients. She’d freeze the packaged home-cooked meals overnight and have them delivered to his residence tomorrow.

As she portioned the food into containers, a deep, “What’s all that?” right behind her made her startle.

Stone somehow snuck up on her. She needed to be more aware of her surroundings. While she trusted Stone for the most part, she wasn’t sure about the rest of his brothers yet .

The only reason she was getting to know them at all was because they were stalking her in the cafeteria hoping she’d offer them anything extra.

Of course, she didn’t mind sharing anything leftover since the club was covering the cost of the ingredients. What benefited her also benefited them.

She tried to put aside enough every day for their own dinner, if it wasn’t all hoovered down by the Kings brotherhood in under thirty seconds flat.

She glanced over her shoulder at the sexy biker not scrounging for food.

“It’s part of the meal prep side business.

The other day, I sent out an email to all my current clients and told them I’d be branching out.

I got a lot more interest than I expected.

” Hopefully, that part of the business would grow organically strictly due to word of mouth, which was the best kind of advertising since it was free. “I need to deliver these tomorrow.”

His head jerked back and his jaw popped. “Talked about that shit.”

Oh, brother. Here we go! Vic hadn’t even been released yet and Stone already had her on lockdown. “Well, then I have fourteen frozen meals to be delivered to a client tomorrow. Who do you want to do that?”

She also needed to go to the restaurant supply store down in Harrisburg to buy to-go containers in bulk. It wouldn’t look professional to deliver them in cheap, upcycled cold cut containers.

She really needed customized labels for the containers, too. So much to do!

“Told you, gonna get one of the prospects.”

“Do you have any who sport a semi clean-cut look or do they all look like obvious bikers?” Men most of her clients wouldn’t answer the door for if they stood on their front stoop.

“You see anyone lookin’ like they can get away with wearin’ fuckin’ polo shirts?”

“No, but…” Damn , a simple uniform would be great. He kept coming up with good ideas, whether he meant to or not.

Off-brand polo shirts weren’t super expensive and they could wear them with jeans, especially since the prospect would only be delivering the meals, not serving them.

“Thanks for that idea. I’ll have some polo shirts made up with my logo. I’ll just need to know which prospect will be assigned to me so I can find out his size.”

Stone only stared at her.

She shrugged. “If you don’t want me delivering the meals, then whoever is will be representing my business. Talked about that shit ,” she echoed in a gruff voice.

At his deep chuckle, an electrical current shot all the way from the center of her chest to the tips of her toes. Of course it also lit up one particular area on her.

She couldn’t understand why a biker with a man-bun turned her on so much. Maybe she should simply admit she wasn’t the best judge of character.

A good excuse for why she married Vic.

When was she going to learn? Her body answered for her: apparently, not today.

“Will see if any of em’s willin’ to do it.”

“Can you do that like…soon?”

“Yeah.”

“And if no one volunteers?”

“Gonna handle it.”

He was gonna handle it . Proof that prospects didn’t have a choice when a patched member ordered them to do something .

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Stone explained that they had to comply if they wanted to keep their prospect cut. If they didn’t, then they lost the opportunity to patch in and they were told to hit the road. But they were limited to those two choices.

It was the same with sweet butts.

It had quickly become clear to Taryn that the Kings lived in their own world. They lived by their MC rules. To them, the club’s rules were more important than any federal or state laws. Either a patched or prospective member abided by them or…else.

She really didn’t want to know what that “or else” meant. She could safely assume it wasn’t a handshake and a parting gift. Especially after what she had witnessed with Gooch.

In fact, she hadn’t seen that prospect since that day. In fact, she should?—

“Don’t fuckin’ ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to.”

She assumed what happened to him was “club business” and not hers.

Yikes . In less than two weeks she had learned way more about motorcycle clubs than she ever wanted to know and she had only scratched the surface.

“Did you figure out what percentage the club will be taking for this exclusive white-glove service?”

His eyebrows shot almost to his hairline. “Want them to wear gloves?”

“Well, of course. These are well-off clients and…” Her laughter burst from her when she couldn’t hold it back any longer. “I’m only messing with you.”

Stone didn’t even crack a smile. In fact, he looked distracted.

The heat reflected in his eyes made her pussy clench.

He stepped closer and caged her in by placing his hands on the counter on both sides of her. He leaned in until his mouth was a hairsbreadth from her ear and whispered, “Like what I did to you last night?”

She pulled in a shuddered breath. The man had a knack of turning her from a solid to a liquid in only seconds.

She certainly had enjoyed his actions last night. She had no complaints when it came to sex with Stone, despite him being rough around the edges. Really, more than only the edges. The man was rough all the way to his core and he made no apologies about that.

Okay, she had one complaint. He wanted sex constantly. If it wasn’t for the kids, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to walk. Or she’d be doing a bow-legged shuffle like a seventy-five-year-old cowboy. The man was insatiable.

But then, if it wasn’t for the kids, she wouldn’t be in her current living situation. She wouldn’t have needed to move in with him and would not have had sex with him in the first place.

Again, before Stone, she’d known squat about bikers. By their appearance alone she would’ve assumed their skills between the sheets would be lacking. Even selfish.

It could be that Stone was an anomaly since he never left her wanting more. He always made sure she had at least two orgasms and was well-satisfied afterward.

Such a contrast to her past lovers. A couple had been good, a couple okay, and then she had a couple of selfish ones.

She originally thought Vic was decent. Until Stone. The biker blew her ex out of the water.

That also meant she would now use him as her gauge for future sexual partners. That could be good or it could be bad if no one else ever lived up to him.

But she wasn’t telling him any of that .

Right now, with his proximity, her nipples were puckered and aching and her breath had become shallow.

She was surprised to find that she couldn’t wait until tonight and their “private time behind the locked door.”

His warm breath tickled her ear. “Kids are out there, so gonna keep my hands to myself. But later, all bets will be off and I’m gonna be very hands-on.”

Right. Even though they’d been sharing a bed for a week now, they were simply “roommates” to the kids and nothing more. That meant no intimacy or physical contact when their children were around.

It was a good compromise and made her feel better about her decision to share his bed.

It turned out, the conversation with the kids a week ago hadn’t been much of anything. Neither cared that they were sleeping in the same bed. They thought Stone and Taryn were simply laying their heads down next to each other every night.

Of course, the biggest issue that came up was from Sunny complaining about sharing her room with a six-year-old boy. She was not happy about having a “baby” sleeping in her room.

Stone flat out told her to “suck it up.”

No surprise, that only made his daughter more cranky about the situation. Which, in turn, made him more cranky.

Luckily, Wren considered sharing Sunny’s room more of a fun adventure since he’d always wanted a sibling.

Taryn tried to stay out of that whole conversation that morning since she felt bad that Sunny wasn’t happy about the situation. But with only two bedrooms in the house, their options were limited.

Good thing the living situation wouldn’t last forever.

“Whatcha doin’ Sunday? ”

“I thought about taking the day off. I could use a break.” The last two weeks had been a whirlwind with moving out of her house, putting it up for sale, moving in with Stone, and having to pivot with her business.

“Agreed. You been kickin’ ass. Got the perfect break for you.”

“What’s that?” She expected him to say that they would spend the day in bed. Even though, in reality, that would be impossible with the kids around.

“Goin’ for a run. Want you to come with.”

Her brow dropped low. “You run? Do you even own a pair of sneakers?”

He shot her a look which clearly said, what-the-fuck? “Not that kinda run. On my sled.”

“Why?”

“Why the fuck not? It’s somethin’ the club does on a regular basis when the weather’s good.”

“Will it be the whole club?”

“For the most part. No prospects or sweet butts. But any patched members available.”