That’s what Stick was trying to hint at? I had thought so, but dismissed it because it seemed insane.
I thought she had a boyfriend for ages -surely they had reached that stage. She was what? Twenty? I don’t know any girl at that age still untouched. Geez, that makes what happened to her by that prick worse.
My need to protect her from guys like that just rose higher. She doesn’t need unfaithful d***s, she needs someone she can rely on, someone who has her back.
Yeah, our guys are known to sleep around, the woman throw themselves at our guys all the time, wanting to be part of the bikers life, but most would never make it past being a bed warmer, even if they got pregnant, we would take in the child, but the woman would never be claimed, no one would know who the child’s father was, so it becomes gang property, as harsh as that sounds, there would always be doubt. At least the child will have a home, and if the mother doesn’t want to hang around, we give the child to one of the claimed, if they want to help. I can’t remember the last time we had an unclaimed. That was what we called the children when the mother gave birth and left the baby with us; it would be cared for by all, never by one mother or father, but by a gang of them.
The moment Maxine was in bed, I had to hold her; it helped still my mind, which was full of crazy thoughts.
Maxine was shaking, was that nerves?
Fear?
The thought that she might be scared of me worried me. I know I can be intimidating, being as large as I was, but not her; never would I hurt her.
“You’re shaking,” I stated as I brought her closer to me. She was warm and soft in all the right places, fitting perfectly against my body.
“Yeah.” She replied softly, snuggled back against me a bit more. I liked that.
Well, that didn’t help me understand.
“Why? Are you afraid of me?” I dreaded the answer, but needed to know. I need a direction. Some I can try and fix.
“No, I am not afraid of you.” We were whispering, why? It was not like anyone else could hear.
“Then why are you shivering?”
“I have never shared a bed with a man.” Bingo, there it was.
“Not even like this?”
“NO.”
“What about falling asleep on the couch, snuggled together?” I couldn’t get my head around that she had such a lonely life. She was gorgeous, funny, sassy, what’s not to love?
“Nope.” She sighed, sounding a bit frustrated with this topic of conversation.
I kissed her neck, and she squirmed in my arms. I wouldn’t continue to pursue this topic, but I will come back to it at a later date.
“Your beard tickles.” A light-hearted giggle escaped her lips; hearing it pushed some of the concerns aside.
“Sleep, morning will be here soon enough.” I nuzzled her neck, gaining another soft giggle.
Maxine was asleep before me, and I lay there holding her in my arms, enjoying her warmth and her soft snore. It was cute, nothing too loud, and sort of mew.
Maxine POV
My worry about sleeping with Tank disappeared. One moment, I was shaking, nervous about being in his bed, not scared, more like I was uncertain, would he keep his word, to only hold me, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his hard chest, his warmth enveloped me, I felt his need hard against my thigh. Still, he didn’t act on it. Soon, after a few brief questions, I was out like a light.
I woke early, as I would with my daily morning routine. With my work starting early, it was almost an everyday thing, except Sundays, when the shop was closed, though we occasionally worked overtime. But even on my days off, I would wake up the same time, been like that for years, early starts at school, as I walked to school most days, and then starting work, had to be at work by seven, and walked there too, until I got my bike license. Then everything changed for me, with newfound freedom, a way to get away from home, and not having to walk everywhere.
It was five in the morning.
I quickly showered and put on the clothes I wore last night.
Leaving Tank to sleep.
Finding my way down to the kitchen, I popped on the coffee pot to start a brew and quickly found my way around, pulling out food to make breakfast. I remembered Sticks telling me last night that if I stayed here, I had to cook breakfast for at least 50 people. Possibly more, depending on how many wake before lunch.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.