“Damn Merc! I’d say the bitch is yours!” Saint calls, a shit eating grin plastered on his pretty boy model face. I’m sure he loves this since he knows I think his ol’ lady is fine as fuck. I figured he and Sinner would’ve left to find Ruger already, but apparently not.
The brothers make their way to us, and I pull my dick free from Chevelle’s tight center, tucking it back into my pants. She stays rooted in place, my come dripping from her slit, breasts still heaving as she sits up. “Fuck,” Chevy whispers for my ears only. Her irises flick over the approaching men. She remains calm though thanks to her orgasm and natural confidence.
She may not care if these guys see her naked, pussy still full of my come, but I’m not thrilled with it. She’s hot as hell with clothes on, naked is even more of a reason for them to try and get in her pants. I set my cut down on the hood and tug my shirt off then pull it over Chevelle’s head. Every bit of me wants my cut over the bitch too, showing the world she belongs to me and no one else.
Chevelle catches on to my movements, covering her up and sticks her arms through the holes, pulling the fabric over her. When she stands, the material comes all the way down to her knees. The sight causes my dick to harden all over again, seeing her in my shit, knowing she’s naked underneath it.
Putting my cut on, I fist bump each of my brothers as they step up, standing around the car. They each wear various amused smirks and grins. Viking flicks his sturdy gaze over Chevelle and then it lands on me. “Quite a show you two put on,” he observes.
I shrug.
“Want to fill me in on what went down tonight?” he asks, and Chevelle stares at me, biting her bottom lip, looking all cute and shit.
“She decided to race and then punch the other driver.”
My brothers snicker and give her props.
I continue, unfazed. “The guy hit her back, so of course I beat him into a coma. And then she had the audacity to get pissed at me over it. We were arguing, so I had to show her who the fuck was in control.”
She snorts, and my arctic gaze turns stormy, landing on her. She quiets with wide eyes. I doubt she’s scared. I’m confident she knows I’d never hurt her. That doesn’t mean I won’t hold her down and fuck her in front of the club again until she admits that I’m right.
The guys all nod, their faces in agreement. Viking shrugs. “Makes sense. You two finished out here?” He gestures to the car and Chevelle’s cheeks redden. I doubt she’ll ever be able to look at that car again without remembering us on that hood.
“For now,” I agree and grab her hand in mine. She pauses to swipe her shorts, and we walk hand in hand behind the Prez to the clubhouse. The brothers trail us as we enter the bar. “I’ll show you the bathroom.” I tug her off to the side.
We cross the dark bar. The light’s at a low, comfortable level and various TVs all turned on to sports channels but muted, and rock music drifts throughout the room. Once we get to the hallway leading to our personal rooms, I open a door off to the right that has the public bathroom. She flashes me a grateful smile and hurries inside. I head back to swipe a clean shirt from my room and then back to pull out a stool at the bar next to Viking. He needed to talk to me; hopefully, it’s not too serious, and it can be handled right here.
“O said you wanted to speak with me.”
“Yeah, he’d told me what went down and then hung up when you started fighting. I wanted to get you out of there before you were arrested and ended up in jail. I heard you liked to knock some skulls around from your old Prez, not that you were always about to get locked up for your temper.”
I shrug and signal for Chaos to get me a beer. “Same thing.”
“Hardly. What’s up with you and Chevelle? Is shit getting serious?”
“Well, it wasn’t before, but after that fight and fuck, I suppose so.”
“We take claiming in front of the club serious. If it’s not a club whore, then we’re expecting to be welcoming a new ol’ lady. You know the club laws here.”
I agree. “I do.” I had to know them and take an oath before they’d even vote on me transferring to this charter. Chicago’s laws were similar but no public claiming was ever mentioned. I guess these Texans like to watch their brothers fuck their women. I can see the attraction to it after witnessing Saint and Sinner fuck Jude in church. Holy hell, that was hot.
“So, we treat her as an ol’ lady then. She’ll get your property patch, but listen carefully...” He trails off, and I give him my full attention.
“If you plan to keep fucking the club sluts around here, you keep Chevelle away. We don’t do drama; I’ll boot her out on her ass if she comes in here kicking all the club sluts’ asses and stirring up trouble with the brothers.”
“I won’t be fucking any of the whores again. Chevelle’s all I want.”
He nods. “Good. Most of us prefer to take the faithful route. That being said, though, the club sluts will come on even stronger at first. They seem to think when we put a property patch on our bitch that they have a chance. They don’t ever realize that they never had a chance in the first place.”
“I’ll keep it in mind. Maybe if Chevy sees them like that it’ll get her to come to her senses quicker.”
“Another thing…when we claim the women, well...”
I stare, waiting, wondering what the hell has the Prez at a loss for words. He’s not much of a talker, but he has me thinking that what he has to say must be top secret or something of that nature. Do they grow tails or something? I mean, what the fuck?
“I’ve been told they go, ah, a little cum crazy.”
I nearly choke. That was the last thing I was expecting to hear from him. “Excuse me?” He has to be fucking with me.