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We sat on the “new” couch and ate our dinner at midnight, watching whatever Dare chose on the TV. I took our plates to the kitchen and returned to find Dare in the ratty chair that had been my first furniture.
“We talkin’ about the club and party?” He jerked me into the chair.
This night felt like a thousand hours, so much had happened.
Yeah, I wanted answers, but I’d be going.
“Uh, MJ took me to lunch before the shop opened.” I spoke quietly, not sure if this was a good thing.
He smiled wide. “You told me. Did she ask you to cook with her?” He relaxed back into the chair.
Yeah, and gave me the third degree.
“Well, in our conversation, my lack of club knowledge was glaring, so she answered most of my questions.” I bit my lip, trying to figure out how much to say.
Dare kissed me, biting the same lip I had. He had a thing about my lip and I liked it.
“More questions?”
“Um, I don’t mean to piss you off, but I need to ask, um...”
“Spit it out, Red.” He scowled at me.
“If I go, will I be with you—that night—or a sheep?” I glanced away.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I peeked up through my lashes, worried I went too far.
“If I invite you to the club, you’re with me.”
And the words made my heart sing. I liked being with him.
“When there’s lots of drunk bikers, it’s a good question. You could be manhandled, if I’m away from you. Sometimes I will be.” He spoke with calm, but I wasn’t calm about being handled by anyone.
“Say, ‘I’m Dare’s property tonight,’ and they’ll leave.”
“Your property?” I’d heard the term before. “Explain property?”
“Property has rights based on the biker. So no one else can play with you, it’s a specific claim. Like Zayn. He’s Jericho’s property because Jericho’s his sponsor, and ultimately his first boss, but we can all tell him what to do unless it crosses purposes with Jericho.”
“So can others tell me what to do?”
“No, a woman is the exclusive property of the biker who owns her. I don’t share.”
Relief released my growing tension. I didn’t ever plan to be shared. Maybe I should be insulted and full of anger at the chauvinistic way the club worked, but my brain repeated I’m Dare’s property. Those words excited me. I wanted to be his property, and hearing him agree, well, it was sweet perfection. Even if he only meant for the night.
I drew his face to mine for a kiss and another and then one more before I remembered we were talking. I released him. “I’d love to go to the club with you. I think I have the basics down.”
He smirked and captured my lips in a tender kiss, stroking my hair the whole time. It overwhelmed me and tears threatened, but I didn’t let them fall. Instead, I pretended he was my home and my heart, a part of me forever. The man who loved me one day would kiss me like this.
The kiss ended more softly than it started. I sat there with my forehead resting on his, soaking in the joy of this perfect moment. I took a mental picture to remember. Minutes passed with us sitting together before he carried me to bed. This time we went slow, exploring every part of each other until we were too exhausted to continue. I curled into him as he spooned me, his hand circling over my stomach, and my heavy lids shut.
* * *
“Fuck” muttered over and over woke me up. Daylight shone through the curtains.
“Problem?” I asked, eyes closed.
“Sorry, I fell asleep last night, and didn’t wake up.” He cursed again and stood.
“You leaving?” I yawned and turned to see what worried him.
“I guess.” He sat back down. “Uh, I’ve never done this, slept the night with someone.”
A slow shiver of pleasure moved through me at his words. I was the first.
“No wonder you’re freaked.” I flopped back on the bed, too tired to get worked up. “Three options: get dressed and do the walk of shame, go back to sleep or fuck me.”
He stared at me a second before a laugh burst from him. “I pick option three.”
“Thank God.”
He rolled over and kissed my breasts. “I didn’t get near enough of your tits last night. You drove me wild.”
“Lucky you, they’re ready for you.” I wanted him to touch them, taste them.
He bit harder and I moaned.
“You like it rough? What a bad girl.” He set to work reforming me.
* * *
Three days had passed since he’d woken up freaked out in my bed. The party was tomorrow and Dare hadn’t given me any details. Maybe I didn’t need to know anything.