Getting up from my bed, I covered her with a blanket as she drifted off into a sex induced coma. Part of me wanted to climb into that bed and fall asleep with her in my arms. I knew I would never get enough of her and I had plans for her, lots of plans. But they were going to have to wait. As much as I wanted her again, I needed to be somewhere else.
I couldn’t give her all of me until I took care of something.
When that was done, I could devote my time to her.
For right now, I just prayed that I fucked her long and hard enough that she wouldn’t wake until I returned.
Heading to my bathroom, I quickly showered then put on clean clothes. Looking at her sleeping in my bed, I turned, carefully shutting the door behind me.
Now it was time for my revenge.
It was pitch black, not a single star in the sky when I walked out of the clubhouse and headed for the shed. I knew they would be in there, waiting for me. I would have been in there sooner, if Jess hadn’t shown up when she did. Not that I was complaining.
Nope, I finally got my woman and she was satisfied.
Knocking on the door, I stepped back as the door opened. Ghost’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “What the fuck did you do?” He asked, then shook his head. “You know what I don’t care. Get in here. Reaper has lost his patience.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, shutting the door behind me. The smell of the room damn near knocked me on my ass. We really did need to add some kind of ventilation system in here or at least a fucking window.
Moving deeper into the concrete shed, I found Acid hanging from the meat hook in the center of the room. Shadow was leaning against the back wall, cleaning his nails with a knife, while Reaper was sitting on a stool sharpening his blades. Massacre was sitting at a small table drinking a beer with Chaos, while Ghost looked bored.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Reaper growled, never looking up from his blades.
Shit. He was pissed.
“Had an issue with Jess. I needed to take care of it.”
“It took three hours?”
“Yeah.”
“You fuck her?”
What the fuck? That was an odd question to ask. Looking at Ghost, I got no sympathy from him or the others as they went about doing whatever they did. Something was wrong. Something had changed and I needed to figure it out fast.
“Not that it’s any of your business but yes.”
“I told you she was under my protection. Did you forget that part?”
“No.” I said, looking around the room, wondering what the fuck he was insinuating. I made myself perfectly clear that I wanted to claim her and I did.
“Ghost, remind Savage what it means when the President of the Club claims responsibility for a woman.”
Ghost took a deep breath then said, “It means she’s off limits. No brother can touch her, until she is released. She is protected by the whole club, not just a brother. Any brother caught fucking with said woman is to be punished.”
“What!” I roared, looking at Reaper. “I told you I wanted her. She’s mine. I claimed her. I made myself clear on that.”
“Yeah, you did but so did I,” Reaper countered, finally looking up at me. His eyes dead, void of any emotion. “I also warned you what would happen.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“So, you just fucked her.”
“No, it was more than that.”
Getting to his feet, Reaper walked over to me and got in my space. “You better make damn fucking sure she is on board then because tomorrow morning, I am calling her back into church and she better sing like a fucking canary. I will have your ass hanging on that meat hook if she doesn't. Got me, Savage.”
I gulped and nodded.
I was fucking screwed.