Brain(97)

Most didn’t know the whole story, thank goodness, but Gen had warned me the club — men and women — were going to be ultra-curious about me.

We’d moved out of the house in Marietta and into a Chattanooga apartment Gen had found for us with a three month lease. We were in the process of negotiating to buy the horse farm, but the owners weren’t comfortable dealing with a corporation. They wanted a person to buy their farm, someone who’d love it as they had, and the idea a faceless corporation wanted to deal with them through their Realtor and lawyer, without even showing up to negotiate, didn’t sit well with them. Since the horse farm also came with a large house, and wasn’t far from the other RTMC homes, we’d opted to move into it — which meant we were in the apartment until we finished negotiations and closed.

Since the couple had put the land and buildings on the market, if I offered their full price, they’d have no choice but to accept the offer. I hadn’t, yet, but would if it came to it.

“I was reminded of a few things today — MC things — that I should explain to you before tonight.” Brain looked a little worried, and I slid down his body and led him to the kitchen.

“Okay, warn away.”

I was making lasagna to take to the party, with tons of ground sausage, because I’d discovered it made Brain happy and I hoped it impressed the other MC guys, too. He got a beer, sat at the island, and watched me layer everything together.

“There are girls who hang around the clubhouse. They kind of… belong… to the club. Like club property, I guess. They come of their own accord, hoping to eventually latch onto one of us, not realizing the way to our heart isn’t always through our cocks.”

I lifted my eyebrows, but didn’t say anything, and he continued. “I had to break it to one of the girls today that I have a girlfriend, and won’t be calling her into the control room for quickies anymore.”

I kept working as I tried to figure out why he needed me to hear this. He didn’t say anything as he waited for my response, and I finally said, “If you’re worried I’ll be jealous because I’m gonna meet girls you’ve fucked, you should know me better than that by now. You’re mine, now. They haven’t had any part of you I haven’t, and I seriously doubt any of them can keep up with you during a brainstorming session.”

He chuckled. “No, you’re the only person alive who’s ever kept up with my random thought processes.” His face went serious as he said, “But, I’ve been places on them I haven’t…” He stopped, looked down, and my heart dropped to my feet as I understood what he was saying.

“You’ve fucked their ass, gotten rough with their mouth, probably had them in positions I can’t handle yet.”

He didn’t look up, kept staring at his hands, and I forced myself to keep working, when I wanted to curl up in a ball and sit in the corner, nursing my emotional wounds.

Instead, I concentrated on my breathing, wiggled my toes, and reminded myself I’m alive and Ivankov is dead. Part of me was pissed at Brain for bringing this up, the other part grateful he’d had the balls to get it out into the open.

“Before my time in the tender care of the Russians, I enjoyed anal sex. I’m game for starting to work towards it again. In fact, if you get me drunk enough tonight, we might make it all the way on our first try.”

He looked at me a few seconds, debating, and finally said, “We haven’t taken the drunken route to get you past anything else.”

I shrugged. “No, but I think it’ll be okay for this. With your sense of smell, you’ll be able to know how I’m doing, even more than me, probably. You can just make your cock skinny if I can’t handle you, right?”

He nodded. “There’s kind of a hierarchy with the women. The skanks — club property — are at the bottom, and Gen is at the top. You’ll be coming in as her friend, and the VP’s ol’ lady, so you’ll kind of shoot right to the top. Some of the women are going to resent you for it, but most will brown nose you, especially at first.” He watched me work a little more and added, “The guys voted you can have your taser, pepper spray, and knife. Some of the women are wolves, but I can’t tell you which.”

“Is there a way for me to figure it out?”

“Not that I’m aware of. I can tell by smell, but humans are nose blind.”

“Yeah, but I’m a smart human. I’ll figure it out. You sure I’ll be okay in jeans and riding boots?”

He gave me a cocky smile and said, “Oh yeah. Can’t wait to ride up with you on the back of my bike.”