She dismounted her bike and unclipped her hair. Walking over to her, I extended my hand to her and remarked, “Let’s get you inside and put a better shirt on you.”
She looked down at her ‘Property of Willow’ shirt and shrugged as she allowed me to lead her inside. The music wasn’t too loud as we walked in, and I noticed Roughstock and Cheyenne were sitting with Jagger and Jackie in their usual spot.
“Let me introduce you to my President and his ol’ lady,” I said, and she cut her eyes across the room before looking back at me. I could see she was unsure, so I added, “They’re going to love you.”
As we walked around the tables, some with people sitting at them and others empty, she softly asked, “Won’t they think this is too quick?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Not for me. They call me unpredictable.”
As we approached, Cheyenne turned and smiled at Willow as she spoke. “Willow, I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“Hi,” Willow returned and gripped my hand tighter.
“Willow baby, this is Roughstock, the Sinners President, and you’ve met Cheyenne.” I pointed to Jagger and continued, “That’s Jagger and his ol’ lady, Jackie.”
“It’s nice to meet you officially, Willow. Welcome to the Sinners Revenge,” Roughstock replied.
“Thank you,” she said and looked around the room. “Is my brother here?”
“Ghost?” Roughstock asked, and she nodded. “He said the Phantom Renegades would be here around six. He wanted to see one of the races but told me to tell you to have fun.”
“Really?” Willow asked.
I pulled a chair out, wanting her to get to know my club and family, and she took the seat as I pulled a chair up beside her.
“Your brother said you’ve been around the club most of your life but didn’t grow up in the life, so we promised to keep an eye on you.” He noticed our connected hands and remarked, “But something tells me you’ve got someone to do that.”
Not wanting there to be any confusion, I kissed the back of Willow’s hand before explaining. “Willow and I have decided to get hitched, and she’s agreed to become my ol’ lady. If there’s a problem with that, speak now.”
Jackie’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands. “Hell yeah. That’s awesome.”
Jagger lifted his beer to me in a silent toast, and Cheyenne smiled huge as she stood and gave Willow a hug. Roughstock looked at me and asked, “Do we need to call the leather smith?”
“Damn straight, we do,” I answered.
He shook his head and chuckled. “I think that’s fucking great, and we welcome you to the Sinners Revenge, Willow.”
“Thanks,” she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
I stood, and she followed me as I said, “We’ve got to run upstairs for a minute, but can you order us a drink?” I looked at her, and she shrugged. “A beer for me, and a rum and Coke for her.”
As we walked away, she asked, “How did you remember?”
When we walked through the doorway and the prospect guarding our rooms stepped aside, I explained, “There isn’t anything about that night I don’t remember, darlin’.”
I unlocked the door to my room and opened it for her, watching her juicy ass sway as she entered. She had always been it for me, and now that she was within my reach, I’d do whatever I had to do to keep her happy. Pushing the door closed behind me, I noticed she was looking around the room with her arms crossed.
Walking up to her, I touched her shoulder, and she looked at me. “What’s wrong, darlin’?” I asked, but she seemed reluctant to answer. When I saw her eyes go back to the bed, I knew what she was thinking and I was going to dispel any misconceptions right now.
Turning so I was facing her, I spoke from the heart. “I haven’t been a saint since the last time I saw you, but I’ve never brought a club girl—or any girl, for that matter—to this room. I don’t want you to think you’re walking in the footsteps of anyone ‘cause, Willow, you are one of a kind.”
“How . . .” I kissed her softly before replying.
“I’ve been around the ol’ ladies enough to know a woman doesn’t want to think she isn’t special, or that she’s the next in a long line. Have I messed around? Yes. But I assume you have also.” She nodded and uncrossed her arms. “But what happened in the past doesn’t have anything to do with the here and now. You and I are finally going to get our chance, and I promise, I’ll try not to screw things up.”
She wrapped her arms over my shoulders and kissed me back before saying, “My only deal breakers are cheating in any form and abuse. I won’t accept either and will leave if they occur.”
“I’d never lay hands on a woman, and the thought of touching anyone but you makes me a little queasy,” I answered, which seemed to make her happy. “Let me get you a new shirt and we can go downstairs and have a drink.”
