Chapter Eight

 

 

 

 

Petty Boy inhaled deeply, his arms tightening around Gabriella’s waist. He let out a rumbling groan of pleasure as he felt her shift. Her soft hand curled against his chest beneath her cheek and her breath puffed against his skin. Damn, he loved waking up with her curled around him like this. It always made the perpetual hard-ons he sported worth it. Her slender leg was straddling his thigh and he could feel the soft heat coming from her pussy as she mewled and wiggled against him, as if trying to find the perfect spot. Last night had gone better than he’d expected their first encounter to go.

The fact that she’d allowed him to suck on her pretty tits was progress. Knowing that those sick sons of bitches had hurt her pretty little buds nearly made him insane. Despite knowing setbacks were inevitable if they wanted to build a life together, he’d nearly lost his shit when she started balling in his arms. Pretty Boy felt his jaw clench again just thinking about the shit they were going to need to work through. Damn, he wanted to fly into a rage every time he learned more, but he knew that he had to be the calm one because she needed him.

Pretty Boy’s hands tightened on her ass, holding Gabriella to him possessively as she grumbled. Her butt wiggling as she tried to find a better position. He couldn’t help the little smile that curled his lips. She always seemed to be able to calm him even when he was livid. It was a gift he wasn’t even sure she was aware she possessed. He’d discovered it a week after her return when she’d come between her brother and him. Normally someone stepping between him and someone he was pissed at was a bad idea. Not that he would ever hurt a woman, but at the very least, he would have told her off. Only when her tiny hand had landed on his chest, she’d looked up into his eyes and whispered the word please he’d been sunk. Her eyes had pooled with unshed tears and her lower lip was caught between her teeth. Suddenly the only thing he’d been thinking about was his hard cock and the need to sooth her. It was a little fucked up. He’d known that she wasn’t in anyway ready for what he wanted, but it hadn’t mattered. Pretty Boy discovered that he was already in too deep.

It was sad really, how easily she’d wrapped him around her little finger. Almost as quickly as Molly had wrapped Bone around hers all those years ago when she walked into their territory. Pretty Boy ran his hand up and down Gabriella’s back caressing her supple curves as he contemplated how quickly a man’s life could change. Before Gabriella he’d only cared about two things—his club and getting laid—in that order. Not much had changed on that front he supposed. He still only cared about two things—Gabi and his club.

It was the reason nearly ten months ago he’d called the vote. He hadn’t wanted any other fuckers getting ideas about Gabriella. Not only because of her trauma, but also because he knew she’d already belonged to him. She had from the moment she had come to him a few nights after she’d been rescued. When he’d called for a vote, he’d done it because he’d known without a doubt that she was already his old lady, even if she didn’t know it.

Feeling the urge to piss, Pretty Boy shifted on the bed, slowly easing her off his chest to get up. His sweet girl groaned and shifted restlessly, only calming when his hand gently rubbed her back for a few moments. She let out a little huffy sigh that made a smile tug at his lips before he headed into the bathroom. He needed to take a shower and report to Bone anyway. As much as he wanted to laze around in bed with Gabi curled up next to him, he couldn’t. He had shit to take care of today, but as soon as it was done he was asking for some down time. He’d more than earned it, and building something with Gabriella would take time. Whistling as he stripped off his pants he didn’t see Gabi standing in the doorway until she gasped. He spun to look at her, forgetting that he’d dropped his pants. His cock was on full display and he thought at first that she was shocked to be staring at his thick hardness, which was very happy to see her, but she wasn’t.

“What’s that?” She demanded, pointing at his hip, her mouth hanging open in shock.

“What? This?” He asked, pointing to the tat low on his right hip. Realizing that despite his having had it for a year, she’d never seen it.

“Yes that,” she said, her voice slightly horse.

“Well it’s a tattoo babe.”

“Yes, I can see that, but it says Property of Gabriella!” she screeched, glaring at him.

“It does, and I don’t understand why you are freaking out about it. It’s not a big deal firefly. I do belong to you. Just as much as you belong to me.” Pretty Boy didn’t comment on the fact that she seemed less shocked by his cock standing to attention and waving hello than she was about the tattoo he’d gotten one night when he was pissed off that some skank had touched him.

It had been about a month after she’d stopped sleeping in his bed after those two bozos had convinced her to leave him. One of the club whores hadn’t wanted to take, not interested as an answer to her offers of sex. He’d woken up from a light sleep one night when he’d stayed at the club house to find her in his bed. She’d already pulled his pants down and was intending to give him a blow job. After he’d yanked his pants back up, he’d kicked her out of his room and resolved never to sleep at the clubhouse again. Unable to stand the thought of another woman’s hands on him he’d gotten the tattoo. He was hoping that it would warn off any woman trying to touch him.

“Bu-but I don’t—It’s umm permanent.” She looked so adorably confused when she said it that he couldn’t be mad at her.

“Yeah, babe, it is but so are we. I don’t know why you keep thinking there is a way out for either of us at this point. We’re set in stone. You’re mine and I’m yours. That’s just the way things are.” He shrugged and waited for her to say something.

“I just—we—why would you do that?” She asked.

“Because I needed to. It kept me from carrying you back to my bed where you belonged.”

“What? I don’t even have a response to that. It’s not very logical.” Gabi whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at the tattoo.

“Firefly, I needed to mark you into my skin. That’s it. There’s nothing to understand but that. I don’t think you get how serious I am about you being mine. Nobody does. It’s starting to get a little frustrating honestly.” Pretty Boy sighed as he watched her in the doorway. Her eyes bounced up to his and then back down.

Gabi’s cheeks suddenly reddened and she glanced down at the cock she’d been ignoring. He felt a grin curling his lips as he watched her with heavy lidded eyes. He knew she was embarrassed that she’d been having this whole conversation with his dick hanging out. Pretty Boy was taking her lack of fear upon realizing as a damned good sign. Maybe he should ease her into a more sexual relationship by stripping more often. It might take away some of the anxiety she was sure to have if she was used to seeing him without clothes.

“Umm—I’ll let you shower. I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to walk in on you while you were um—uh like that.” Gabi said, her hand waving towards his stiff cock.

“Babe, it’s fine. Anytime you want to look at me you can. You can touch me too. I won’t mind.” He watched her eyes dart away from his cock as the redness in her cheeks increased. Damn she was adorable.

“Um—right. Sure. I’m just going to go um make some breakfast. Do you want some pancakes?” She asked, her eyes still bouncing around looking at anything except him. Smiling, he couldn’t help teasing her a little more before he put her out of her misery.

“Look at me firefly,” he commanded.

Gabi’s eyes met his filled with a mixture of fear and desire. The fear he could do without, but the desire made his cock twitch and his muscles tense as need gripped him hard.

“You can look any time you want. Anytime. You understand?”

“Ye—yes,” she squeaked, her head nodding up and down.

“Good. Pancakes sound good.” He wasn’t surprised when she nodded and scurried out of the bathroom door without looking at him again. A gentle ache settled in his chest and he knew that she had no idea the power she had over him, but she’d learn.

 

 

 

Pretty Boy walked into the clubhouse feeling damned good. His girl was back in his cabin where she belonged. After eating the best blueberry pancakes he’d had in ages, he’d kissed her long and deep on his way out the door. He entered the club house with a grin on his face and a happy feeling simmering in his chest. It wasn’t a surprise that Gabi made him happy, he’d always known having her locked down was what he needed to be whole. Tank was leaning against the bar watching him silently.

“You’re late,” Tank grunted looking cranky.

“I am. Had some shit to do that was more important than being here at eight this morning.” Pretty Boy said with a shrug.

“You could have at least texted so the rest of us didn’t have to leave our women, asshole.” Tank snapped, enlightening Pretty Boy as to why he was being a dick. Not that Pretty Boy blamed him. Spending time with your girl was way more fun than getting up at the butt crack of dawn to chat about bullshit they didn’t want to deal with. Ignoring the angry mountain breathing fire at him from across the room, he headed into the room that they normally held church in. Most of the time they didn’t use this room outside of church, but today they were because Bone’s office was too small for the twelve men who needed to hear the report he was giving.

“’Bout fucking time you showed up boy.” Duck grunted as Pretty Boy entered the room.

“Damned straight.” Tank said as he followed him into the room.

“Enough! We’ve all been where he is and I didn’t really expect him on time.” Bone barked shaking his head before adding, “of course I did expect him thirty minutes ago.”

“She wanted to make pancakes. I couldn’t tell her no.” Pretty Boy said grinning wickedly. Bone grunted and shook his head.

“Pansy assed mother fucker.” Bone chuckled.

“Yep, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now can we get to business.” He asked as he took a seat at the table to give his repot. Snickers broke out in the room and Log held his hand up for a fist bump.

“You better not be talking about sex with my sister asshole.” Mark snapped at him glaring.

“Fucker, what I do with your sister isn’t any of your business.” Pretty Boy snapped, glaring at the younger man.

“The hell it isn’t! She’s been through a lot and you can’t jus—,” Mark started, but Bone’s harsh voice stopped whatever he was going to say.

“Shut the fuck up! You lost the right to have a shit fit over this when you were included in the vote for her to become his old lady. You should have said something then if you had objections. She’s his woman and you’re still a prospect, which means his claim is higher. Now, can we get this fucking meeting started, because I have a baby girl and an old lady I want to get back to.” Pretty Boy was glad that Bone had handled Gabriella’s brother because he didn’t want to go back to her with his blood on his hands. The man had been asking for him to beat the crap out of him for telling him he didn’t have a claim on her for weeks. He was glad that Bone didn’t sugar coat anything and told it like it was. He didn’t allow back stabbing, or any other passive aggressive bullshit to go on in his club.

“I didn’t know he was intending to try and start a relationship with her. I just thought he was trying to protect her, damn it.” Mark muttered, apparently not ready to let it go.

“Too fucking bad. It’s done. Don’t cause trouble. You’ve already earned back most of the privileges that you lost, don’t make me regret allowing that.” Bone snapped, his hand hitting the table as he glared at Gabi’s brother.

“If he hurts her I’m going to beat him to death and I don’t give a fuck if you kick me out.” Mark said, earning respectful looks from the men sitting around the table. None of them would do anything less for their own sisters or friends.

“Noted. Currently however, she seems settled and happy. So, we will revisit this if something changes.” Bone said.

“I already told you that I won’t hurt her.” He said, holding Mark’s gaze. “I will do everything in my power to make her happy.”

“Yeah, It’s just new to me. She’s been so damaged and now that she’s getting better I don’t ever want to see her like that again.” Mark’s words echoed off the walls as the men silently watched the two of them.

“You won’t. I couldn’t handle her being in that kind of pain either. It would likely kill me.” Pretty Boy didn’t hide the vulnerability that he felt saying those words out loud. He didn’t care. These men were his brothers and if he couldn’t be honest with them then he couldn’t be honest with anyone. Mark watched him for a long moment, likely thinking of the conversation they’d had the other night. He finally nodded shortly and sat down at the table with the rest of them.

“Now tell us what you discovered at the parlor.” Tank said from his seat next to Bone starting the meeting off.