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“I-I’m a club whore,” she admits, seemingly not proud of the fact. It’s never appeared to bother her in the past, it was what it was, but now, she seems a bit embarrassed to utter the title.
“That doesn’t matter. What I mean is that you’re essentially club property right now. I need to let the brothers know that I plan on claiming you, so they’ll leave you the hell alone. Next, the members will have to vote on the change, and then it’ll be set in stone.”
“What if they don’t agree?” Her palms come to rest on my chest, and the muscles puff up under her hands. I want to be her everything—a big, strong protector to offer her comfort in all times. That’s a bit juvenile of me, but I can’t help my inner nature from coming out and showing itself.
“They will. You relax and let me worry about it all. I’ll handle it.” I offer her my usual confident smile, in hopes it’ll comfort her.
I have no doubt that the brothers wouldn’t give a shit if I made it official. I already have her in my bed nightly. There’s still thatwhat ifthough, and that’s what I need to be able to avoid. I’d hate to kill a brother because he was following along with club law and touched Cherry, while I was overly jealous and hadn’t laid down my public claim. It could happen.
What if they do vote no and then Cherry does get kicked out instead of welcomed into the fold as an ol’ lady? I can’t let her be given the boot. Not only would it tear me in two, but she wouldn’t know what the hell to do with herself. I’d have to leave, my family, my club...because when it all bottles down to it, I don’t want to spend my life without her.
I wrap my arms around her frame while my hands rest on her ass, squeezing the globes and pulling her body closer into mine. In the next breath, my mouth takes hers in a sweltering kiss, not meant to tease in the slightest but to stake my ownership of her heart and her of mine. This woman belongs to me, and it’s time she felt it from me as much as she’s recently heard it.
Leading her to the bed, I begin to strip her free of the constricting outfit. Piece by piece her clothes are thrown off to the floor. Once she’s completely bare before me, I lie her down gently. She expects me to go ham and fuck her ferociously, but I do the complete opposite instead. I’ve already shown her body who the absolute best is, who the fucking alpha is when it comes to bringing her pleasure and taking control. This time I want her to feel me cherish her and remember me loving her with every beat of my heart.
My fingers rub over the side of her face, tracing her lips and moving lower. She’s so goddamn beautiful. An stunning sight laid out before me, waiting for whatever I want to do to her.
“Odin,” she murmurs, and I peel my clothes off eagerly, tossing them to join hers at our feet. We need to wear less clothing around each other so we can speed things up every time I see her. I just want to sink inside her warmth. In the next beat, I’m moving back to her side. Running my hands over every inch of her flesh, I worship her as she deserves. How was I so blind before, to not grasp what was right in front of me this entire time?
“I want you Cherry,” I confess on an excited exhale.
“I’m yours.”
“Yes, babe, you are.”
I tuck my arms under her, warming her smaller frame with my body, encompassing her in my heat. With a soft thrust, my cock’s sliding through her dripping wetness, plunging deeply into her opening. She gasps, and I swallow her sweet surprise with my mouth. My tongue glides with hers, our tongues mingling in their mating.
I’ve never cared for a woman like I do Cherry. You may wonder what was wrong with Mercy or what happened that led me to fall for a club whore? Loyalty above all. A person’s character is what matters the most to me, not her round ass or perky tits or tight pussy. Sure those things all help when you’re a man, but in the end, it’s her character. Mercy could be the most beautiful woman in the world, but to me, she’s not. She didn’t have a good heart, and Cherry does.
Cherry’s soul calls to mine; she cares about me on a deeper level than I can never remember another woman showing me. She didn’t do it with words, but actions. I could spout off I wanted a cake or something just as ridiculous, and she’d go out of her way to make me happy. She’d fall to her knees to make my body feel good. She’d sleep in my bed at night and let me hold her, all while pretending it didn’t happen. She’d suck up every intimate feeling she had to make sure I was comfortable. And last, but not least, she stayed through it all with me.
Despite my many personal flaws, she noticed something in me and that right there makes me want to be a better man for her. I want to show her I am who she believes me to be. She deserves to be treated the same way she always has done with me: with respect and devotion, love and care. And it’s my mission to repay her loyalty with my own. I plan to make her body feel good again and again. When the time comes, and she spouts something ridiculous, I won’t shun her or ignore her request; I’ll go out of my way as she’s always done for me. That’s the least that she deserves.
I was selfish in the past when it came to us, but no more. That’s not how a partnership works—one person giving a hundred and ten percent while the other tosses in forty percent whenever they feel like it. Hell no! Each partner needs to be piling on one hundred and ten percent for the other person all the time. I’m going to do just that, shower her with everything I’ve been keeping locked up inside. Cherry will never have to question my intentions or feelings when it comes to her. She has no reason to. I’m committing to her, claiming her. She’s no longer just Cherry. She’s Odin’s woman, Odin’s ol’ lady and I fucking love the sound of that.
We may have started off tumbling into my bed last night, but we ended up in his soon afterward and that’s exactly where we woke up as well. I’ve fallen asleep in his bed many, many times. At first, it bothered him, and I wouldn’t get to see him again for a few days, then he got used to it. Not necessarily admitting he enjoyed it, but after a while, he started taking advantage of having me in his bed when he first woke up, and I realized that he was harder than steel. I started finding him holding me sometimes when I’d wake up before him. Not sure when it all began, but it did. I never took it for more than him holding me because I was the one in his bed.
I was too afraid to hope that the man I’d dreamed of for years had developed real feelings for me. I’m the club whore, and everyone knows the VP doesn’t fall for the whore. Not only that, but I’m nearly fifteen years older than him. It's not something that is as practical as an older man and younger woman being together are. I almost felt like what I was doing was wrong. As if I was being a cougar or something similar, but that’s not the case at all. I was falling for him more and more with each day over the years until finally, I’d gotten so far below, there was pretty much no way out. I’d fallen completely in love with the stubborn, young biker.
Waking up in Odin’s arms today was different; he didn’t let me go. He tucked me into his body even tighter, asking me not to leave just yet. So I stayed. I held him and dozed a bit, before waking up to kisses being peppered all over me. It wasn’t so much sexual as it was a show of contentment and happiness. He was showing me true affection. Of course, one thing progressed to another, but what matters is how it all began. I’ve never felt smitten with a man before, but today, I felt like it was Christmas morning. Not the disappointing holidays I woke up to as a kid, but the ones you see in a movie filled with snowy, star-filled wonder. That’s exactly how I feel wrapped in Odin’s arms and knowing that I’m his.
I’m doing everything I can to hold onto that feeling I had waking up today. I sit in the bar, not so patiently waiting for Odin. He spoke to Viking earlier after we’d peeled ourselves out of bed and gotten dressed. Since all of the brothers are in town, the president was able to call a quick church session. The members are all closed up in the small room, voting on my fate. My destiny is in their hands, and it’s so damn nerve-wracking. I know Chaos will vote for me to become Odin’s ol’ lady. He wants me to be content, knowing how much I love Odin. Chaos is a true friend and always has been.
I want to say that the others will vote in my favor as well, but truthfully, I have no idea if they will. When it comes down to it, I broke a club rule, and those actions end up with consequences of some type. I can’t expect them to bend the rules for me. I’m nothing but a club whore and MC property—not anyone important to them. Odin’s their vice president, and I hope for his sake that they’ll agree to us being a couple in the eyes of the club.
I almost feel as if I’m using Odin, hoping the brothers will be in his favor, but I can’t help hoping. If we have any advantage at all, we need to use it. I want to be with Odin for as long as he’ll have me. Not because he’s a member of the Oath Keepers or because he’s the VP, the second highest rank in the club. I want to be by his side because I love him.
Now that I’m being true to my feelings, I think I’ve always loved him. Maybe at first it was only because he was cute and new, and a touch forbidden to me. Now, it’s because I’ve been around him for years. I know the real him, the man he is on the inside, and it calls to me on a deeper level. I don’t understand how I could’ve fallen for a guy so young and that’s another thing that worries me. I’m thirty-five years old; Odin is twenty, and I can’t stop replaying that fact in my head. I need to know that it doesn’t bother him. He’s young with so much life ahead of him. I can’t help but wonder if the bikers in that room will think the same thing. I’m their age, not his and it’s a big gap. The numbers mean nothing in how I feel about him, but to some, I know they’ll be against it no matter how much I love him.
I should be drinking a full bottle of something strong, tequila perhaps, just in case I’m booted out on my ass. At least I’d be drunk, so it wouldn’t hurt as bad if that’s what ends up happening after this whole thing.
“Hey Cherry.” Princess stops by the table I’m currently occupying, wearing a smile. Her blonde hair is long and laying perfectly flat down her back. She looks like she’s feeling so much better than before.
“Oh hey.” I shoot her a nervous grin, smothering the urge to babble my worries before she’s had a chance even to take a seat.
“You okay? You’re looking a little pale, which isn’t normal for your pretty tanned self.” She takes the seat to my side, glancing over at me and I’m grateful to not be alone at the moment. I could use her distracting me, no matter how slight it may be.
“They’re in church,” I needlessly say, with my head jerking in the direction of the closed door and she nods.
