Page 12 of The Arrangement


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“’Cause men won’t touch another man’s old lady.” That’s the way of the biker world.

“They will if I say they can. Your pussy has been mine for years. Sharin’ it has never been an issue before. It won’t be an issue if we do this,” Blimp assures, and I believe him.

If things won’t change… then maybe.

“Can I think about it?”

“No.” Blimp’s forehead wrinkles in confusion, like he wasn’t expecting me to want time to consider things. Those all-seeing eyes trace my face, trying to read me before he drops the next bomb. “I already told Gunz to order a cut in your size.”

This man… this insane, beautiful man. Ugh.

“You’re joking.” I heave a sigh.

He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I’m not. I’m plannin’ on growin’ old with you one way or another. Might as well make the shit official.”

What was he thinking? Grow old with me? Since when? I mean… I kind of always knew we would. But not formally.

Not sure what to do with these revelations, I yank on his beard as I pretend my insides aren’t going haywire with the news. “You’re a jerk.”

That stupid lip twitches. “Yep. But I’m your jerk.”

“Fine…” I roll my eyes dramatically as I keep a tight hold on his beard for leverage. “I guess I agree to this. But the minute this goes south, and you piss me off, I’m burning that motherfucker in a bye-bye Blimp bonfire and never speaking to you again.”

A bright smile surfaces that has my heart beating extra fast. “Or… I’ll fuck you ‘til you forget why you were mad at me in the first place, just like I’ve done for the past two decades.”

Damn jerk, always knowing the right thing to say.

“Ugh. I hate you sometimes.” To show him just how much, I yank those lips close enough to skim mine. His beard tickles my chin.

“Love you, too, babe,” he whispers there before slamming our mouths together to seal our fate. And what a fate it is. With him by my side, our life will never be boring. Bring on the cut. I’m Blimp’s old lady now and a club slut forevermore.

The End.

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