Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Everything,” I say, and pull him down into another kiss.
As soon as he lets up, Crank is there, wiping a tear away with his finger. “Fuck, baby girl, that's not news to you, right? Of course we fucking love you. I love you. Love how you don't give up. Love how you roll with danger. Love how your ass wiggles when you walk in front of me. So much to fucking love.”
And then Savage on the other side, sliding a finger tip along my collarbone. “I hope it's been clear already, but yeah, if you need to hear it, of course I fucking love you. I never imagined I'd find myself in this kind of setup, but here I am, and I can't imagine any other fuckers I'd want to share you with, because I know they love you like I do. Between the three of us, you're never gonna have to fucking worry about anything again. Ever.” And then he does the strangest thing. He looks a little insecure. “If you'll have us, that is. Fuck. We can’t force you into this life. You have to choose it. It's hard sometimes, and it's dangerous. Club members aren't exactly known to die of old age. But as long as we fucking breathe, we're gonna make sure you have everything you'll ever want, and in the end, I'd rather live hard and fast than wither away in a bland life of routines and punching a clock somewhere. Just so you understand what we're offering.”
“Offering? This is… sounding like a kind of proposal?”
“Be our old lady,” Crank says. “Like Jessica and her boys. Wear our patches, show the club who you belong to for good.”
Poe nods. “We talked about it. All three of us want it. Want you. But you need to be all in, because we don't do anything fucking halfway, and this is a commitment to the Sons as much as to us.”
It feels really sudden. Really soon. It's been what… about a month? Anyone would call me crazy to commit to anything… but it also feels so right. So perfect.
“How could I ever be anyone else's old lady after everything you guys have shown me? After all you guys have done for me? After all the ways you make me feel? Of course I will.” I wet my lips. “I love you too. All of you. Poe. Crank. Savage. Make me your old lady.”
We're still recovering from the first round of wild fucking, otherwise I think we'd fall right into another round, but I'm kissed and held and snuggled so much that it's just as good, in its own way.
And then they throw me out in the water.
But by the time we're riding home, the sun setting behind us and me clinging to Savage's broad back, well-fucked and grinning like an idiot, I feel like nothing could be more right in the world.
38
PAIGE
When the boys have an idea in their head, they sure don't waste any time.
“I still can't believe you gave away your business,” Jessica says as she decides how to put my hair up before the ceremony. I really have no preconceptions of what a claiming ceremony in a biker club is like, but I'm pretty sure it's not going to be your standard wedding, exactly.
“I didn't totally give it away, but to be totally honest, I realized that the laundry was my mother’s baby, not mine. It’s important to me because it reminds me of her, but I have no interest in running it. I called up a couple of the old employees that Walter had pushed out and they were thrilled to be able to come in as co-owners. We’re running it as more of a co-op situation, where they all have a stake in the business. And then I still have a share of it, which I guess is my retirement fund. I think Mom would have liked that, it’s giving more women a chance to succeed like she did.”
“How about this?” Jessica asks, pulling my hair up into a loose twist with a few strands hanging down around my face.
“Oh, that looks nice. Can you make it stay like that?”
We both look into the mirror before she nods. “Yeah, I can make that work.”
“I'm glad I've got you here. At least you've been through this.” We went shopping with Bonnie for something to wear yesterday, and getting their input on making me a sexy biker chick for a… dare I say formal occasion, was invaluable. I'd hardly know where to start.
“I do my best. Honestly, I didn't imagine anyone else would end up in here like this. Bikers aren't known for sharing, exactly. But as close as they get, to me it seems natural, you know? At least now. I wasn't convinced any more of the boys would, but here you are. So now there'll be at least two of us who can commiserate when our guys get to be too much.” We're still laughing when Bonnie walks in, followed by Anne, her adoptive daughter.