I wrap one arm around her waist and put the other hand to her throat, pushing her head back on my shoulder.
“And I’m yours.”
I devour the moan on her lips as I pump into her. Too chicken to hear what she would have said to such a claim.
But she has to know. She must know that being my old lady makes me her man. Something I won’t give up on.
Ever.
Chapter 26—Bailey
“Idon’t know how you ladies do it. My feet hurt just watching you,” Ruby says as she takes off her shoes.
“Well, it helps that we don’t dance in six-inch stiletto thigh-high boots,” Jules says, tipping her Diet Coke at the club president’s daughter before drinking it.
“Whyareyou wearing those, anyway? A certain man you trying to impress?” Maddy chimes in with an eyebrow waggle.
I fight my smile at her antics, especially with the way Ruby rolls her eyes.
“Of course it’s for a man. I wouldn’t put myself through this torture just for anyone,” she replies with a grunt as she pulls one foot free with a sigh of relief.
“Oooo, who is it? Which brother do you have your hopes on?” Izzy asks quickly.
“Please. None of these boys can handle me,” she states with enough confidence I’m almost envious of her self-image.
“Well, that and your dad would probably just skin them alive and then put their body on display as a deterrent for the others,” Cheyanne speaks up, to which the rest of the table nods.
I just shake my head, so confused on how this is my life now. One minute I just had my misfit friends, a career I like, and a bedside table of trust issues that meant every man I dated was lacking.
Jump to now, and not only do I get to keep my misfit friends, but I get to hang out with some of them even more. I’m going to the gym routinely, not to train but to maintain—and to see my man work out. He’s a dream to watch, and I enjoy knowing that he only has eyes for me, especially when I get all sweaty from a workout. I didn’t realize I needed more time with my friends till I started seeing Jordan and Meekail more, and especially Jules. I missed her.
Before her head injury, we hung out all the time, but once she fell and had her world changed, I was no longer a big part of her life. Which is fine, because she got with Flint, and the love they have is something you write romance novels about. Or at the very least, a rom-com novella based on the way her lack of filter works and keeps us all guessing as to what she’ll say next.
But as I sit in the clubhouse, after we pushed two tables together since the old lady crew has grown, I can’t help but count my blessings. I just had an amazing performance withM, didn’t fall once, and I got to have my man watch me all night as I shook my thing. Then I came here and now get to spend the rest of the night unwinding and being part of something I never thought I would be.
I met most of these ladies through Jules, but now I think I can call them my friends as well. Maybe not besties, but I could definitely go to them if I have problems. While Ruby has been in the club the longest, since her dad’s the president, Maddy is just as formidable. She was the first old lady to the club since Law’s wife passed away, and she definitely lives up to the Mama Bear name. Meeting Bulldog’s woman again was a bit intimidating after the conversation we had with him a few weeks back, as I expected her to want to talk about it. Izzy is super sweet, if not quiet compared to the rest. She’s not shy, but she seems to only talk if she has something valuable to add. And don’t even get me started on Cheyanne. If I thought Jules had no filter, she’s nothing compared to Cheyenne. Although her reason is lacking in social skills and not a brain injury. It makes sense that she can be as graphic as possible when talking, compared to just saying “your dad will kill them” like a normal person would say.
But who wants normal?
I don’t.
“Where’s your roommate Natalie at? Thought you said you were going to bring her next time we had a show?” Jules says with a tilt of her head.
Ruby shrugs. “No clue. She bailed on me after lunch. We were all set to come together, but then we stopped at some coffee shop near campus, and she went all berserk on some guy.”
“Like a fight?” Maddy asks.
“Nah, like how it was when we all met up that first time for coffee with Jules, before she became Flint’s Kitten.”
“Oh yeah, I remember that,” Maddy says with a nod.
But it isn’t enough for me.
“What happened?” What can I say? I’m nosy as hell.
“Well, then she went after some Asian woman, but no one heard what she said. This time, it was some big bald guy, and she kept asking ifhesent him.”
“He who?” Jules asks with a confused face, matching the rest of us.
