“In a strange way, Melissa and Pea’s marriage is solid.”
“How the fuck do you figure that out?” Rage asked.
“Neither of them lied about their feelings for each other. They’ve been married for three years, and watch.”
Rage looked toward Melissa, Penny, and Pea. He wrapped his arms around Melissa, kissing her neck.
Penny was smiling, and gave the couple a little room.
“She is oblivious,” Saint said. “That is very interesting.”
“It certainly is.”
“Is this going to be a problem? I don’t want to be acting as a referee between my men.”
“Not going to happen.” Rage would make Penny aware of Pea’s desires before he allowed something to become dangerous between the two brothers. Fucking another brother’s woman broke loyalty within the club. If you couldn’t trust a brother around your woman, you couldn’t trust him at your back. Leaving the club, Rage slapped Saint on the shoulder, and made his way out toward his woman.
The jacket she wore swallowed her up and made her look so damn adorable. Tonight, he was going to get her to wear nothing but his leather jacket so that when he wore it again, he’d remember being inside her pussy when it was over.
Penny saw him, and she smiled, captivating him. He was her entire world, and if he held any doubt to how she felt about him, it disappeared.
“Hey,” he said, grabbing the lapels of the jacket, and tugging her close to him.
“You’re being heavy-handed.”
“This morning I read a little in one of your books, and you like men to be heavy-handed.” He’d noticed one of her dedications had been about fantasies, and he just knew the books were a way for Penny to live her fantasy. Rage was determined to bring all of her fantasies to life.
“What’s happening now?” she asked.
“Now, you’re going to see me in action, showing how well I can fight for my woman.”
“You’re bad.”
He leaned forward, and moving the hair off her neck, he whispered against her ear. “Not as bad as I’m going to be later with you naked, and underneath me.”
She shivered, and when he pulled away, he saw the lust shining in her eyes. “I look forward to it.”
Rage laughed. “You don’t think I can handle you?”
“I know you can handle me.” She ran her hands up his jacket. “I just hope you’re prepared for what you’re letting yourself in for.”
Sinking his fingers into her hair, Rage held her close as he stared into her brown depths. He’d been wanting this, craving it from the moment he realized he wanted Penny for life, not just for sex.
“I know what I’m letting myself in for. Do you?”
She frowned.
“The jacket you’re wearing, it’s a symbol of marriage to the club. My marriage to you.”
Penny bit her lip, and he knew he’d shocked her.Good.He wanted to shock her and to take her out of her comfort zone. It was the only way he was ever going to get ahead with her.
“We’re married?”
“In the eyes of the club, yes.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he staked his claim, showing to the brothers that she was owned, one hundred percent, by him. Penny wasn’t just wearing his jacket. In time, she was going to wear his mark, and have his ring on her finger.
Where Pea only cared about Melissa, Rage was in love with his woman. Penny was a woman to love, and to keep, and to protect.
Whistles and catcalls filled the air. By the time he finished kissing Penny, she was red, and buried her head against his chest.