Gunner helped Margo pull on her jeans and buttoned them up for her, his hands reaching around to caress her ass. He’d just made love to her while she held onto the back of the couch in that hot little skirt, but now they needed to get a move on.

“I still think it’s silly that I can’t wear that skirt out Gunner. I’ve worn it before when Zoey and I went to the club,” Margo muttered looking up at him.

“Yeah, we are not going to talk about that, it’s not up for debate. That skirt is only worn in this house and nowhere else babe, end of discussion. I don’t ever want to hear about you wearing that out because it’s going to make me insane thinking of some asshole fucking you in his mind while you were wearing it,” Gunner grunted stepping away after a loving squeeze of her flesh.

“That’s ridiculous.” Margo rolled her eyes.

“Don’t make me burn my favorite skirt Margo. I will do it despite how I would morn the beautiful thing.” Gunner wasn’t kidding, after being driven to fuck her instantly in that leather skirt, he wasn’t letting her wear it anywhere that it would make other men lust after his woman.

Wasn’t happening.

“That’s crazy Gunner, you know that’s crazy but whatever.” Margo shrugged and he smiled back at her. He nodded and headed into the living room to get her patch. It was already almost eight and they needed to get this show on the road if they were going to the bonfire party before it got crazy.

“I have something to give you.” Gunner felt nerves pull at him, but he shoved them down, went to the living room and reached down for the colorfully wrapped package he’d dropped on the table earlier.

“I’m sure you already gave me that Gunner and we’re supposed to be getting ready to go to a bonfire party, not having multiple orgasms again.” Margo laughed as she walked out of the bedroom after him.

“I always want to give you those babe, but I meant this,” he said holding out the gift, his hands a little unsteady as he saw her eyes land on the colorfully wrapped package in his hand. Gunner watched her eyes widen and felt his heart start to pound in his ears as he waited on her to take it. Gunner wasn’t sure why handing her his patch was so nerve-wracking. He knew she would understand because after her first few interactions with the club, she’d asked about Gator’s old lady’s patch. He’d explained that it meant she was Gator’s property. She’d freaked out and gotten angry until Sandy—Gator’s old lady—walked up having heard them talking.

She’d laughed and told him he wasn’t explaining it right. Margo had turned and demanded that the woman explain. She told Margo that a patch meant that they were married in the eyes of the club. She was Gator’s wife and they treated her with respect because she belonged to him. That had calmed Margo down and she stopped freaking out on him. Gunner had appreciated Sandy’s help because he’d be at a loss as to how to explain it to Margo.

 

 

Gunner was holding out a package wrapped in what looked like a little kids birthday paper. Margo felt a grin tug at her lips as she stepped closer to him. It wasn’t even wrapped well. The corners were oddly folded and there were tears taped up all over the paper.

“Did you wrap that yourself?” She asked trying not to laugh.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “I thought it would be nice in some colorful paper. You like color so I found the colorful paper.”

She couldn’t stop the laughter anymore because it was just too funny to imagine Gunner standing in the store beside a display of wrapping paper grabbing the most colorful paper he could find. Paper that happened to be sporting a bunch of abstract Angry Birds. It wasn’t what she would have chosen to wrap a gift for an adult, but it was the thought that counted and he’d put a lot of thought into his selection.

“What’s so damned funny?” Gunner asked, a worried frown on his face.

“You realize this is kids wrapping paper, right? I’m not complaining or anything, but just thought you should know that,” she said to him as she took the package from him. He frowned and glared at the box in her hands.

“I just thought it was colorful and you like colorful wrapping paper. Gator didn’t tell me it was kids paper, damned asshole,” Gunner growled, looking angry.

“It’s fine, I do like it. Angry Birds are my favorite anyway.” Margo lied, soothing his angry because he’d tried to do something nice for her and that was what mattered. It was more than her mother had ever done when she was younger. Her sister had been the only reason she’d ever gotten anything for Christmas or her birthday. Despite her mother’s obvious favoritism, her sister had never been cruel or mean to Margo. Her sister had a kind and giving soul, and losing her had been hard for Margo as a teen.

She stood holding her package wishing she could snap a picture without upsetting him. This would crack Zoey up, it was the homeliest package she’d ever received. She pulled at the tape on the edge of the package because she had no idea with the amount of tape on the darned thing, how the heck she was getting it open otherwise. The tape wouldn’t budge so she tried another corner. Gunner made a sound of impatience and took it from her hands jerking the tape off making her laugh at his put-upon expression and his little eye roll.

“It’s tragic, I know. I never wrapped shit before and apparently OCD doesn’t help,” Gunner grimaced handing her back the box, minus the paper that was now lying on the table next to them. Margo couldn’t help another little laugh as she took it from him and opened the box. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart felt like it skipped several beats. Inside the box, folded oddly into a very neat even square was a leather vest like the ones the old ladies wore. Only this one said, property of Gunner - Grave Diggers MC on it. She couldn’t believe it, he’d just pretty much asked her to marry him.

Holy shit! Margo felt tears stinging her eyes as she stared at the vest she’d greedily removed from the box and unfolded. She didn’t know what to say or do with this because it was something she hadn’t really expected from him. Sure, he’d moved into her apartment and introduced her to his club, but hell she hadn’t even met his mother yet.

“But I haven’t even met your mother yet,” Margo blurted out and almost groaned as she realized how stupid those words sounded. For cripes sake, she was an idiot. Gunner’s head tilted and his brow raised.

“Is that a requirement I’m unaware of babe?” he asked deadpan.

“Um, no I guess not, but typically before a man asks a woman to…er, be his wif—old lady, wouldn’t he at least introduce her to his mother?” Margo wanted to hit her head on the table because she suddenly had verbal diarrhea.

Shut up! Just shut up, Margo.

“She doesn’t decide who I make my old lady. My brothers voted you in and that’s what matters,” Gunner advised, tilting his head to the side watching her. “But if you want to meet my mother I’m not opposed.”

“Your brothers voted on our relationship?” Anger was starting to burn inside her and Gunner must have sensed the brewing storm because he rushed to explain.

“Yeah, see when a brother wants to make a woman his old lady, it’s brought up in church—that’s where I go Wednesday nights. It’s like a meeting I guess—and we vote to decide if she should be part of the club. It’s like that because when a man takes an old lady, it’s also the clubs responsibility to take care of her if anything happens to him.”

When he put it like that, a vote did seem unreasonable. If you were going to be responsible for someone you should get a say. Her anger dissipated leaving her pensive. Just when she thought she understood their life, she learned something new about Gunner’s club. It made Margo wonder if she’d ever discover how close knit their life truly was.

“Will you wear it?” Gunner asked, looking a little pale as he asked the question making Margo realize that like any man, he was worried she’d say no to his proposal. It was sweet that he cared so much about her response.

“Yes,” Margo said, “But I want to meet your mother.”

“Done, I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” Gunner nodded and twirled her around snatching the patch from her hands to help her put it on. She laughed when her arm was caught somehow in the wrong arm hole making her smack his hands away.

“I can put it on myself, thanks.”

“That’s likely best.” Gunner grunted, allowing her to take it off and put it on again. Margo couldn’t help the grin that curled her lips, as she watched him nod with a look of possessiveness slipping over his face.

“You know if we don’t go to this party, your friends are likely to think we aren’t going to show up,” Margo teased earning a smile from Gunner, as his hand cupped her cheek.

“Trust me babe, no one would even notice. It’s not a mandatory thing, it’s just a way for the club to let loose. You’re right though, we should leave.” Gunner kissed her lips softly. Just a light brush of his lips on hers before he hooked her arm into his and led her towards the door.

It took them about thirty minutes to arrive at the bonfire and Margo was a little nervous as she climbed off the bike using Gunner’s shoulders. She glanced around seeing a large fire off to the right of a huge house that looked sort of like an old-style boarding house. Men and women were everywhere and she could hear a band or radio playing music somewhere in the yard. Margo felt Gunner’s arm slip around her waist and he led her towards the fire and music.

“Babe, we won’t stay here long because it gets a little too wild in a few hours.” Gunner’s voice was a little worried and she finally turned to look up at him seeing the almost pained expression on his face.

“Gunner, stop worrying. I know about the drugs and other things that likely go on around here after it gets late, it’s okay. I’ve been to frat parties in college and trust me when I say, nothing is going to surprise me.” Margo hugged him, kissing his hard lips, and feeling his arms tighten around her, a long sigh escaped him.

“I can tell you that this will be wilder than a frat party,” Gunner whispered, as he pressed his face into her hair, inhaling deeply.

“You mean wilder than orgies in the back room, drugs passed around like candy, drunken brawls, and naked chicks?” Margo questioned wondering how that was possible because frat parties got out of hand more often than not once everyone was drunk or high. She and Zoey had gone to a few of them in college and they had been very eye opening for a kid with a religious background. She’d never gotten drunk or taken anything, but she’d watched others go down that rabbit hole.

“Um, well—wait, that shit happens at frat parties?” Gunner asked with a surprise on his face as he stared down at her, followed by a frown. “How many of those were you at and why did you go?”

Margo smiled at his darkly handsome, scowling face as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his chin which was as far as she could reach on her tiptoes. He was so cute when he got all growly and concerned about something that had happened in the past.

“Yeah, that shit happens. Those parties are no less wild than this one I would bet. The only difference is that it’s more likely open here and not locked in a back room and people are less likely to have inhibitions about stripping or screwing right out in the open. Am I right?” Margo asked already prepared for seeing way more tits and ass than she’d ever wanted to see.

She could still remember being nineteen and walking into that room where the orgy was happening. Bodies in various sex positions all over the room with more skin than clothes and lots of moaning and groaning. It had been a shock. Carl—her boyfriend at the time, had tried to get her to join in and she’d refused. She’d already been pregnant at the time, but hadn’t known that yet. Her relationship was strained after her refusal to join the orgy with him and when she’d told him two weeks later about the baby he’d called her a lying whore and broken up with her. 

“Pretty much, but we won’t be staying long enough for too much crazy shit to happen.” Gunner said firmly.

“I’m okay with anything two people of age want to do, but I won’t be joining any orgies or any threesomes for that matter,” Margo stated firmly, earning a glare from Gunner.

“You think I would share you babe? Have you fucking lost your damned mind? I just patched you, and you think I would be offering you up to other men? Fuck that, I’d cut off their dicks before they got anywhere near my pussy.” Gunner cupped said pussy as if protecting it. Margo blushed bright red and shoved his hand away from her crotch with a little smack on his shoulder.

“Remember that because the same goes for women, I won’t share you either. You sleep around and I won’t stay with you,” Margo warned, feeling the heat still burning her cheeks.

“I already know that would hurt you Margo, I wouldn’t do that to you, babe. You mean too much to me.” He was gazing down at her seriously, his eyes holding a promise that tugged at her heart because she knew the kind of man he was and if he said he wouldn’t hurt her like that then he wouldn’t.

She realized as he stared down at her with his gaze steady and piercing, that even if he hadn’t said it to her any more than she’d said it to him, he loved her. It was there in his eyes as he looked down at her. It was a silent promise that stole her breath and made her heart pound in her ears. Gunner was leaning down to kiss her when she was grabbed from behind by a hard male arm and pulled away.

“Hey, none of that mushy crap. Come on darlin’ the club wants to meet you.” A male voice said, as he let her go and grinned at Gunner who scowled at him.

“Buck, you’re an asshole.”

“Never said I wasn’t. Nice to meet you, I’m Buck.” The man had a rugged face and a scar across his left cheek, jet-black hair, and a hard jaw. He nodded to her and a small grin tugged at his lips. Buck wasn’t what she would call a typically handsome man, but he was sexy in a dark burn-your-panties-off with a look kind of way. Not that he had anything on Gunner who sent desire spiking through her with a single glance.

“Margo,” she said, still staring at him. Gunner growled and came up behind her jerking her back into his body possessively.

“Taken.” He growled at Buck who shrugged and chuckled.

“I know that brother, besides, she’s a good girl and you know they give me hives,” Buck retorted, winking at Margo.

Somehow that wink told her all she would ever need to know about Buck. He was a guy she’d never have to worry about her safety or her virtue when she was with him. He was the dark knight that rescued fair maidens and he had no idea. She would bet he wasn’t as dark and cold as he pretended he was. He likely had a gooey, sweet inner lining just like Gunner. She grinned knowing from that short interaction that she and Buck were going to get along just fine. 

“Yeah, and it had better stay that way asshole, because she’s mine,” Gunner warned as his arm tightened around her. Margo wasn’t sure how she felt about his jealousy. He had no reason to be jealous and she shouldn’t be a little turned on about it but she was. Margo pulled away from him and glared at him just to be sure he knew that she wasn’t messing around.

“I’m not a bone you have to protect, nor am I likely to run off the first handsome guy I see Gunner, so stop being a jerk.” With that, she walked over to Buck hooking her arm into his, ignoring the little growl from Gunner as she did so.

“Let’s go meet the club then,” Margo said, glancing over her shoulder to see a little smile on Gunner’s face, despite the vicious sounding growl he’d let out a second ago. She winked at him and allowed Buck to drag her to the fire with Gunner trailing behind them.