THIRTY-EIGHT
The second Repo stepped off his bike, he pulled a waiting Ginger into his arms. He wasn’t going to let go, ever. “You even think of leaving again, I will smack that ass,” he said, issuing the warning low and beside her ear so only she could hear it.
After witnessing the total destruction of the clubhouse, he was admittedly shaken. They all were. They’d been left with so many questions, but the only answer any of the brothers needed at that moment was that their women were okay. Thank God for small favors.
No one knew or understood why Luciana Cruiz returned them unharmed, but they were thankful. Their best guess was she was enjoying fucking with their heads. She took Gabby and Ginger to rattle their cages and get them to agree to hand over their turf, something her brother had been trying but failed to do.
And once they had, she incinerated it. It was to prove a point: She had power over them, and she wasn’t afraid to use it.
Well, they had a point to make too: bring it, bitch. If she thought they were going to lay down and take it up the ass, she had another thing coming.
In the meantime, he had his woman back in his arms, and that was all that mattered.
“Are you telling me what to do again?” Ginger asked, lips pursed.
“Yes. Now shut up and behave.” He smacked her ass to reinforce the command.
Surprisingly, she laughed.
“You’re not going to fight me?” Repo asked with surprise.
She looked up at him, her eyes alight with humor and no small amount of warmth. “Not this time, old man.” He scowled, but she kept talking. “I’m done fighting. I realized something while I was gone.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“You need me.”
He laughed. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” she said seriously. “And you wouldn’t know how to live without me. So I guess I’ll stick around, see you through your golden years.”
Leaning down, Repo nipped the end of her nose with his teeth. “You’re a brat.”
“But I’m right.”
“Yes, you are.”
Her eyes lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. “I am?”
Tunneling his fingers through her hair, Repo gazed down into her luminous eyes, unable to believe he had such a beautiful woman under his fingertips for all these years and was only now coming to realize just what he’d had all along.
“Yeah, babe, you are. You see, I realized something, too.” Making fists in her hair, he tugged at the thick, red strands, a fierce possessiveness overtaking him. “I want you, Red. More than want, I need you. Right now, tomorrow, forever.”
“But—”
He cut her off with a quick kiss on the lips. “Shut up and listen. You were wrong about me not appreciating or respecting you. I do, very much. More than any woman before you. Why do you think I want you to wear my patch?”
“Because you’re a Neanderthal and like to own pretty things,” she said coyly.
“You and that smart mouth are going to get punished later,” he promised, then pressed his hips against her so she could feel his hard cock prodding her stomach. Then he grew serious again. “I want my patch on you so everywhere you go, everyone knows who you belong to. I want it on you, so you don’t forget who owns you…and this,” he said, reaching discretely between them to cup his hand over her hot pussy. “And I want you to wear it because”—he leaned down, nudging her nose with his—“you’re mine, and I love you.”
The small gasp that left Ginger made him smile. “Did you just say—”
“Yeah, I did, babe. Now tell your ol’ man you love him, too.”
A broad smile spread across her face, matching his. Slinging both arms over his wide shoulders, she arched against him while pulling herself up onto her toes. “I love you, too, ol’ man.”
And really, what could be better than having the love of your life safe and happy in your arms, with the promise of tomorrow spread out before you?
Yes, they were headed to war, but his woman was safe, his brothers were accounted for, and the clubhouse could be rebuilt. Everything was in disarray, but it was all about perspective, and from where Repo was standing, life was looking pretty damn good. The rest they would deal with tomorrow. Tonight was about appreciating what they had right in front of them.
Bending at the waist, he wedged his shoulder under Ginger’s ribs and hoisted her up. She screamed, calling everyone’s attention and eventual smiles.
“Time to go home, babe,” he informed her.
“What if I’m not ready to go yet?” Ginger protested, smacking his backside.
He gave her a hard one in return. “Are you telling me you don’t want to get fucked good and hard?”
She stopped flailing and considered his words. “With old man dick?”
“Eight inches of old man dick, to be precise.”
She hummed, her palms spreading out against his ass cheek before giving it a good, firm squeeze. “Well, that’s a horse of a different color. Sign me up!” Releasing her grip on his ass, she flailed some more while shouting, “Sayonara, folks!”
Repo carried her over to his bike and plopped her down onto the back of it before climbing on in front of her. Her arms went around his stomach instantly, squeezing him tight. Covering her hands with one of his, he took a moment to soak in the perfection of the moment before starting the engine.
Turning his head, he asked her, “So are you gonna agree to wear my patch, or am I going to have to make you.”
Her chin propped on his shoulder, she turned her face toward his and purred into his ear, “Now where would the fun be in it if I didn’t make you work for it.”
Truest thing he’d ever heard and thinking of all the ways he planned to work for it made his cock hard as a steel rod. She knew it, too. Sliding her hand down his waist, Ginger rubbed his erection through his pants.
“If you’re good, I’ll let you spend the rest of your days buried inside me.”
“Is that a promise?” he asked her as he turned the bike around and pointed it toward the road.
“Only if you get a move on, gramps. Neither of us are getting any younger sitting here just talking about it.”
He chuckled. “Don’t think I forgot that I promised to make you beg for my patch, babe. The first thing I’m going to do when we get there is punish that smart mouth with my fat cock.” He turned his head one last time, catching her eye. “Now give me a kiss and tell me you love me.”
Leaning up, she grabbed his grizzled jaw and locked her lips to his, shoving her tongue in his mouth with the same possessiveness he felt coursing through his veins. “I love you,” she said fiercely when she finally pulled away. “Now take me home and make me your ol’ lady.”
The End.
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