“What program?”
She smiled. “Business.”
He nodded, looking her not so discreetly up and down. “What’s your name?”
“Callie.”
“Cute. How’d you like me to show you around campus?”
“Sorry, I don’t think my boyfriend would like that,” she said. Why would she be interested in a pretty college boy when she had a real man, hard and deadly?
“You have a boyfriend?”
By his tone, she could tell he thought it was a brush-off. Before she could ensure him by turning around to point at Brick patiently waiting in the lobby, he was there. He must have seen the other man getting too close and personal.
She felt the heat of his body behind her.
The guy took one step back. “Hi, I’m Brian.”
“Fuck off.” Brick’s hand came possessively around her stomach, holding her tight to his body. When the college boy rushed off down the hall, he leaned down and kissed behind her ear.
“I wonder if he thought you were my father,” she teased.
She supposed it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, considering the age gap between them. “Watch your mouth, baby girl. Or mine won’t be between your legs tonight.”
Callie almost melted to the ground, her thoughts in the gutter. Brick was so good with his tongue. She twisted in his arms, resting her palms on his chest. His hands encircled her loosely around the hips. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Everything. Caring. My own parents wouldn’t have done this for me. It means more than you could ever know.”
“You’re smart, Callie. You’re going to go far. I won’t be the one to hold you back.”
“Does that mean you want me to spread my wings once I have my diploma?”
He gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to look at him. She let out a little yelp as he was less than gentle. Her pussy tingled. “I’ll give you the world, Callie, but you’ll always be mine.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’m yours.”
“Callie Johnson.” Her name rang out, pulling them from their reverie. She turned to the counter and took her identity card, staring at it for longer than she should. This was really happening.
When she looked up, Brick was staring at her.
“I’m proud of you, baby.”
“I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“You will.” He took her hand. “There’s one more place I need to take you to.”
“Another surprise?”
“You could say that.”
They got back on Brick’s bike. She felt all the eyes on them, and it made her proud to have a sexy biker as her boyfriend. She doubted anyone would mess with her now that she had Brick. No more being everyone’s punching bag. No more being teased because she was overweight.
She rested her head against Brick’s back as they rode back in the direction of the clubhouse. The wind through her hair, vibration of the engine, and her man between her legs was an addiction. She never thought she’d ever feel comfortable on the back of a bike, but she loved riding with him.
They started to slow before getting home, so she looked around. Brick steered off the main road, the path getting bumpier and branches brushing her arms. He stopped the bike near the bottom by a river shrouded by mature trees, several of them weeping willows. It had a fairy-tale feel.
“Is this the place you told me about?” she asked.
He got off the bike and helped her to her feet. Without answering her, he turned and kissed her hard, desperately, while reaching up her dress. She felt his passion, his intense need to claim her. Callie closed her eyes and tossed her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck. He pulled her panties to one side and impaled two fingers deep into her cunt. She sat down heavily, taking more, her breathing already labored.
“Aren’t we supposed to talk?” She could barely say those few words.
“Do you really need to know what broke me to know that I love you?”
“You love me?”
“Besides the club, you’re all I have. All I want,” Brick said.
He was right. There was no point in rehashing a tragic childhood just to feel understood. She’d been through hell and back in her short life, so she knew what made him tick. For him to admit he loved her meant a lot. It was all she needed to hear.
“You’re my man.” She reached out and cupped his erection with her hand, squeezing just hard enough to make him groan.
“Don’t think I love you any less because I don’t say all the flowery words. I’m committed to you. Only you. I consider you my old lady.”
“Am I?”
She knew the significance of what he was saying. The club pussy talked about old ladies like they were royalty or something. No one dared to mess with them. They were the chosen few. She saw the way Lord adored Ally. Callie wondered if Brick would ever officially claim her as his.