She clung to my arm and smiled. “I love how much you protect your family, Nick. It’s sweet as hell.” I growled and kissed her.
“Don’t go calling me sweet, woman. The guys hear you, and I’ll never live it down. I’m a biker, I’m not sweet.” She laughed.
I helped her on my bike. It was a quick ride further back in the compound to my house. I wanted to see her reaction. Like everything else with her, it was too soon to be thinking about her moving in with me, but that didn’t stop me from thinking it. I knew I didn’t want her spending her nights without me. I’d feel her out on that topic later, though patience wasn’t my strong suit.
I stopped in front of my house. I’d had it built bigger than I needed in case my daughter and grandkids needed to stay. While she and Terror had two, like I’d told Jocelyn, I expected them to add one or two more. It had five bedrooms and five-and-a-half baths. It was just shy of four thousand square feet with a three-car garage. The style was technically what you’d call a craftsman.
The walls were a pale cream vinyl siding, with stone part way up the columns, and around the bottom half of the walls. You entered via a covered porch which had a concrete stoop off to the side. Inside the entrance, a study sat to the left which led into the dining room. The dining room opened into the kitchen and breakfast nook, then a great room. The great room had a fireplace and was wrapped by two large decks and a four-season room. The rest of the first floor consisted of the laundry, a half bath, and the mudroom.
Upstairs were four guest bedrooms. Two had private baths and the other two shared one jack-and-jill style. The master was up there with its own bath and a deck overlooking the backyard. I loved that the master had a fireplace as well. There was a basement which was finished and had rooms roughed out. I wasn’t sure yet what all I wanted to put down there. I had my personal arsenal in a secured room down there. I watched Jocelyn as she took it all in. Thank God I had Harley help decorate it and pick out shit. She’d made it look homier and less like a bachelor pad. However, if there was something Jocelyn didn’t like, I’d change it. I had spared no expense when I had the thing built and picked out the options—granite counters, gorgeous wood cabinets and floors. Where there wasn’t wood, there was travertine tile and large area rugs. Top-of-the-line appliances, even if I didn’t cook much. All of it was Harley’s idea. She’d redone some of Terror’s house since he had it before they got together. Mine had given her a clean slate to work with. She said she enjoyed spending my money.
When we were done touring, she looked at me. I could see the awe and a bit of discomfort on her face. “What do you think of the house, darlin’?”
“I think it’s gorgeous, Nick. I can’t believe you live in this. I’d never leave the house. You sure went big, didn’t you? I’m making an assumption your daughter helped with picking some things out?” I nodded. “I can’t imagine living in someplace like this. How do you keep it clean?” I didn’t tell her to get used to it, because she’d be living here once I got my way. I hesitated to tell her who cleaned it, but she’d find out, eventually.
“The club bunnies clean it when I need it done.” Her eyes became shuttered. She knew about the bunnies and I could tell she didn’t like that idea. I pulled her into my arms. She was holding herself stiffly. I kissed up her neck and over to her ear. “That will change. I know you don’t like that. I’ll get someone to come and clean. My daughter didn’t like it either, and their compound hired someone to do it. That move benefitted them twice as much because the owner of the cleaning business became an old lady to Ranger, one of the members. He adores Brielle.” She looked at me in surprise. I continued, “I’ll get someone to find me a housecleaner right away.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make things harder on you, Nick. I just feel funny knowing you see women you’ve slept with all the time and then I think of them being in your house. I know they have, and I have to accept that, but it will take time.” I squeezed her.
“Hey, whatever you need, baby. I understand. I can’t change who I’ve had sex with, but I can promise not a one of them has been in this house other than to clean it. I don’t bring women to my house or bed. Well, there is an exception.” She narrowed her eyes, and I chuckled. “You, babe. You’re the exception. I am most definitely bringing you to my bed in this house. How about we go back up to the master and try out that mattress? It’s comfortable as hell.” She blushed, then laughed. In no time, I had her naked and was balls deep in her pussy. God, she was so fucking perfect.