Chapter Eight.
Sapphire
As Wylde drove us back, I wondered what the hell had just happened. Somehow, I’d been coerced into lunch at the country club. Wylde was humming happily and seemed very proud of himself. Hell, I’d be thrown out before I even crossed the threshold. Was he looking to humiliate me?
“Wylde, this isn’t a good idea.”
“And? Are you chickening out?”
“What? You calling me a coward?” I snapped as we approached the clubhouse.
“Bock, bock,” Wylde said childishly, and my mouth opened in an ‘O’.
“Fine! Do not blame me when we don’t pass over the threshold and we both get kicked out!”
“Sapphire, I couldn’t give a fuck. And there’s no way they’d kick me out.”
“Yeah, you.”
“If you’re on my arm, they won’t touch you either. Trust me, Saph, I’d never let anyone hurt or embarrass you.”
Wylde pulled up outside the clubhouse and put the truck into park. He undid his seatbelt and turned to cup my face. Calmly and sincerely, Wylde gazed into my eyes.
“You’d never do that.”
He held my eyes for a few more seconds before breaking off. He swung out of the truck, headed around to my side, and opened my door.
“Come on, woman, let’s get you inside,” he said.
“You’re making a mistake taking me.”
“Then I’m forewarned.” Wylde didn’t bother arguing as he escorted me to the doors. Vengeance stood outside with Twilight and Fortune. They spoke nothing as Wylde walked me over to them. I saw the devil in his eyes just as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
“Sweet dreams,” he murmured and sauntered back to his car. My eyes were latched firmly onto his fine ass, and I shivered.
“Well now, that’s a surprise,” Fortune said. I glared at my treasurer as Vengeance sent me a disbelieving look. Twilight looked amused as Wylde’s truck swung around and headed out of the compound. The gates closed behind him, and all three turned to face me.
“Don’t go there!” I exclaimed, dashed indoors, and made my way to my apartment. Damn, Wylde and his ability to turn me inside out.
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I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Wylde had told her to dress comfortably, but did that mean something different to him?
We’d exchanged text messages this week, and I’d tried wriggling out of this, but he’d accused me of not keeping my promise.
That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, the fuck I ever broke my word.
I puffed out my cheeks and decided I would do.
I wore a pair of skinny, blue jeans, a white tank, my cut and a leather jacket over the top with the club’s patch on.
My hair was down, and I’d let it go to its natural waves.
It was my one vanity, and I loved it. I’d put makeup on and hadn’t gone overboard.
Wearing heavy makeup wasn’t me. I preferred a simpler look.
I left my apartment, and Nun whistled as she came out of her room. “Bitch, you are rocking it!”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t let those fuckers look down at you, Prez, you’re way better than them,” she said, falling into step with me.
“Where are you off to?”
“Got a new boy auditioning today at the strip club. I’m going to help Tinkerbell put him through his paces.”
“How old?” I asked, alerted by her language.
“He’s legal, don’t worry, Tinkerbell had Cyber run him. He’s twenty-five.”
“No fucking the employees,” I warned her, and Nun laughed.
“Just those I take on as escorts, right?” she teased back. I couldn’t argue with her. While she didn’t have to sleep with them, Nun argued, how would we know if they were any good if someone wasn’t test-driving them? As much as I hated to admit it, she had a point.
“Have fun, Prez,” Nun said as she skipped off. I spotted Wylde standing by the entrance with a smirk on his face as Nun went towards him. She paused and whispered something in his ear, which made him blanch before he grinned. Nun patted his skin and headed outside as Wylde’s eyes turned to me.
Heat seeped into his eyes as he took me in, from my black ankle boots to my hair. He waited as I approached him, studiously ignoring my sisters, who were out and out staring.
“You look stunning,” Wylde said with a warm smile.
“Somehow I doubt the country club will approve.”
“Fuck the lot of them,” Wylde stated, then chuckles broke out nearby.
“Shame he’s a pig, I like his attitude,” Dagger stated, and Blade laughed.
“I might grow on you ladies yet,” Wylde said and threw down the gauntlet.
Dagger and Blade’s eyes grew large. In our world, nobody confronted them.
“He’s got balls,” Blade murmured.
“For now,” Dagger replied, and Wylde chuckled.
“Have a nice day, ladies,” he announced and hooked my arm through his. Before I could say a word, he turned and walked with us outside.
“You do know you just challenged them?”
“Yeah. It will be fun winning them over,” he replied as he opened the passenger door.
I hesitated and looked towards my bike.
He noticed my hesitation. “You won’t need it, Saph. There’s no chance I’d let you leave alone.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. I didn’t like having my options taken away.
“Tell you what, when we get to the country club, I’ll hand you my keys. That way, if you think I’m a jerk, you can drive back here,” Wylde said as I was stunned.
“This is your new truck.”
“Yup. And I’m that fuckin’ confident I won’t abandon you that I’ll give you my keys,” Wylde stated.
“Deal.”
Wylde winked as he handed me into the truck, and his scent hit me. Shit, he needed to bottle that and sell it. It was sheer sex. I tried calming myself as he walked around.
“You look nice,” I said as he climbed in.
“I’ll pass, but you look stunning. Everyone there will be envious of me,” Wylde stated, and I felt a flush hit my cheeks. What. The? Fuck? I never blushed.
“Doesn’t anyone ever pay you compliments?”
“Of the male variety? Sure, but I ignore them as they only want to get between my legs.”
“Why do mine make you blush?” Wylde asked, using a finger to turn my face towards him. He moved closer.
“Because they feel genuine,” I whispered.
Wylde’s eyes warmed. “They are.”
“I don’t know what you think is going to happen, but it can’t grow between us. You’re a cop and I’m an MC president.”
“Saph, stop worrying,” Wylde said, his lips near mine. I licked mine and waited for him to close the distance.
“Sapphire,” I spoke softly as my eyes fluttered closed.
“Beg me,” Wylde whispered, and my eyes flew back open.
“Never.”
Wylde grinned and pulled away. “I might have blue balls by the end of this, but you will have the equivalent, too. And frankly, babe, I learned iron control in the army.”
Gah. “My vibrator is getting quite a workout,” I taunted.
That didn’t have the effect I wanted. Wylde twisted and pinned me to my seat. He closed the distance between us again, and I knew I’d won.
“Baby, my right hand will have carpal tunnel, but it will be well worth it. Every time I take my cock in hand and masturbate, it’s you I’m thinking of.”
Fuck him! My pussy spasmed, and a low moan escaped me as I imagined his cock. I was aware he was large, because I’d seen evidence of it. I’d not had sex for nearly a year, and shit, my pussy was clamouring for Wylde’s cock.
Wylde grinned and sat back in his seat, and started the engine.
My eyes met Nun’s through the window, and she made an obscene gesture before fanning herself. Wylde laughed, and I guessed he’d noticed her. Bitch.
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Wylde held my hand as we walked into the country club. He’d parked up himself instead of using the valet and, as promised, given me his keys. The valet looked amused by my casual dress and winked in support.
Wylde glowered at him, and I giggled. Possessive Wylde was amusing.
A man hurried towards us, his eyes focused on me and not Wylde. He wore a suit, and his badge said ‘Assistant Manager’ with the name ‘Talbot’. I knew what was coming.
“I believe you’re in the wrong place,” he said as he approached.
“No,” I replied.
“Your kind—”
“I beg your pardon,” Wylde snapped. Talbot turned to him and blanched.
“Mr Wylde!”
“Detective.”
“Detective Wylde. The young… lady is with you?”
“Problem?”
“The dress code,” Talbot stuttered.
“I’ve got a sports jacket and pants on,” Wylde said, being deliberately obtuse. I hid a grin.
“The young…” Talbot paused.
“Do you have an issue saying lady? Are you trying to call my date something else?” Wylde snarled, and the guy paled.
“No, not at all. But she’s wearing gang colours,” he hissed.
“I don’t see any.”
“Sir, on her back.”
“These aren’t gang colours. How ignorant are you? Do you get off insulting guests?” I demanded, drawing his attention. “That’s a motorbike club patch. Talk about insulting me! I’m not so sure I want lunch here.”
Wylde’s lips twitched, and I knew he was as amused as I was. “Yeah, I agree. Tell my parents why I won’t be having lunch with them today or in the foreseeable future. Clearly, my date isn’t welcome.”
Wylde spun on his heels, and we began to walk out.
“Wait! Um, please,” Talbot called and chased us. Wylde stared down his nose at him as the guy got in front of us.
“I apologise.”
“So you should,” I hissed.
“Your parents are already seated. I’ll take you to them. Please accept my apologies,” Talbot said in an ingratiating voice.
“Jesus, how do you cope with suck-ups like this?” I asked Wylde.
Talbot flushed but kept any further insults inside. Talbot led the way, and as we entered the restaurant, a low groan left Wylde.
“What is it?” I murmured.
“Buckle up, babe, I can only apologise.”
“Wylde, what the hell?” I demanded, suddenly feeling the need to run.
“My grandparents are here, and so is the bitch my parents want me to marry, with her family.”
“Oh.”
“We’ll leave now.” Wylde stopped walking and stared at me.
I made a decision and cupped his face. Wylde’s eyes showed his confusion but also his desire to protect me, and damn if that wasn’t hot.
“I’ll be the very best girlfriend you’ve ever had,” I murmured, and Wylde’s eyes lightened at the devilment I was sure shone in mine.