Chapter Two
Rage listened as the sisters argued about Pea’s infidelity. He heard the pain in Penny’s voice when she spoke. She clearly felt betrayed by her sister’s manipulation. It was another thing that made them different. Melissa fit into the dynamic of the club, but Penny did not.
“Did you know this?” he asked, looking toward Pea.
“Yeah. Mel knows what life is like. She understands the club. It’s one of the reasons I married her.”
“From now on you want Pea, go and get him yourself.” Penny walked into the dining room, carrying a large bowl of salad. She took a seat opposite Rage, and wouldn’t look at any of them. He waited for her to say more, but what happened was Penny withdrew into herself like always.
She was the younger sister, and the fiery woman only came out when she thought Melissa was upset. Just once he’d love to have Penny talk to him, loosen up around him. She was so uptight and held together. He wanted to dirty her up, cover her with his body, and pound his cum into her pussy.
Melissa took a seat at the other end of the table, and he saw she was a little upset. He wasn’t about to get dragged into the argument between the two sisters. His instinct was all about protecting Penny. This was what he’d been fighting for a few years now. She had always been on his radar, but it had gotten worse the last few months. He’d not touched another woman in six months, his need for Penny was so strong. One day he’d overheard her talking to Susan, one of the old ladies, and Penny had said that when she found a guy, she wanted him to be faithful.
What Pea had shown Penny was that at least one biker couldn’t be faithful. Rage doubted she trusted anyone anymore. All she ever did was date. He’d made sure to be at most of the places where she was dating, and it pissed him off. If she’d been part of the club in any way, he wouldn’t have held back. Penny would belong to him, and no one would ever get close enough to touch her. Instead, he was forced to watch from the sidelines, and he was growing tired of it. All the women apart from old ladies were fair game. Penny wasn’t part of the club. She wasn’t related in any way, so unless she stuck around, showing an interest, she was to be left alone.
The whole dinner Melissa and Pea tried to talk to Penny, and for their trouble they got one word answers, or a glare. He found her glare sexy as hell. Rage would gladly take a glare over her indifference any day of the week. By the end of the meal, Penny turned down dessert, and made her excuses to leave. He followed her out and sat beside her, staring.
“Will you stop doing that?” she asked.
“What?”
“Staring. You do it all the time. It’s scary, and creepy.”
“At least you’ve noticed.”
She frowned, turning toward him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You know I’m staring at you.”
“Only when you make it so obvious that I have no choice but to notice. It’s creepy.” She started up the car and made her way toward the clubhouse. “You could have gotten Pea or Melissa to take you back to the clubhouse.”
“One, I don’t have a fucking clue how Melissa passed her test. She drives like a crazy person. Two, do you really want Pea taking me back to the clubhouse with all the pussy on offer?”
Her nose wrinkled, and he found it to be the cutest thing.
“You’re vulgar.”
“Answer the question.”
“It’s none of my business.”
Her hands squeezed the steering wheel, and he wondered what she’d do if he reached out and stroked a finger down her cheek. Who was he kidding? He didn’t want to stroke her cheek, he wanted her naked. Rage wondered if she’d be able to handle a man like him. He wondered if she’d be able to take what he liked. Rage had a reputation for being a hard fuck, not just in fights, but in the bedroom.
Pushing a woman down onto the bed, he’d fuck them hard, raw, and some women couldn’t walk normally for a few days when he was finished.
Penny was a full woman. She had large tits, full legs and hips, and a body that wasn’t exactly fashionable within the club. Rage liked her, and he found her body hot as fuck. Some of the sweet-butts were just too damn skinny for his dick. Nothing turned him off more than a woman screaming out in pain, and being drier than a fucking banana skin.
He liked his woman soaking wet, hot, dirty, and prepared to get messy when they had sex.
“You’re okay with Pea cheating.”
“He’s not my guy, and I really thought Mel had a problem with it. Clearly, she doesn’t. Damn, I can’t believe she fake cried on my ass to do shit for her. She has made me so fucking mad. You know what? I’m not going to the next picnic feast. She can do the cook off herself. I’m pissed at her, and at Pea. I’m not part of the club. I’m surprised Saint hasn’t kicked my ass out, or demanded something from me for charging into his club.” She continued to rant, and Rage wasn’t about to tell her that Saint was doing a favor for him. Also, the guys adored Penny. She didn’t judge the club even though she didn’t date or fuck any of them.
She was the only outsider that he knew the boys actually liked. It made no sense to him, but it worked.
What Rage didn’t like was the way Pea kept looking at Penny. He’d noticed it even if the glances were subtle. Pea wanted to fuck Penny. The next time Rage was pulled into the fighting ring at the club, he was taking Pea with him. He wanted a piece of that fucker.
No, he wanted a piece of the sweet woman next to him.