Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Knight
“Eso, cabrones!” Pirate curses in Spanish, and I lean into Jenna’s ear to translate.
I may be Italian by blood, but after growing up around Pirate’s family, I picked up Spanish quick enough.
“He said those fucking assholes.” She nods with a little grin.
“Yeah, it’s actually those bastards, but close enough. What? I live in the Bronx.” Right.
“Women and children are off limits. I want to speak to their President. Get me a meeting.” Now it’s Spector’s turn to curse.
The cousins switch to Spanish and have a rapid-fire argument that I only catch half of. This time Jenna leans into me and translates.
“Spector pointed out that they aren’t civil and will ignore the request, and Pirate reminded him that he wasn’t fucking asking.” Every pair of eyes in the room turns to look at us.
“It’s New York, guys. If you want to keep secrets, maybe don’t use Spanish.” Jenna smiles sweetly at them all, batting her eyelashes.
“I’ll send the message.” Spector storms out and Sprocket whistles.
“Family dinner this weekend is gonna suck.” Pirate glares at him.
“Why are you here? You’re still a prospect. Get gone!” His little brother stands with both hands up and backs out.
“They’re going to want blood or money,” Flip says from his seat.
“We ain’t buying this punk’s way into a rival club. Give me more solutions.” Pirate taps his fingers on the table, waiting.
“She needs to be an official old lady before you talk to them. Otherwise they’ll argue the fact she’s fair game.” Ares, the tall black man, has a deep voice that sounds like a drum beat as he speaks.
“Details, her cut is being finished as we speak.” She turns to look at me over her shoulder from her seat on my lap.
“My what?” I pinch the leather on my chest, and her lips form a little O.
“How about a ceremonial bleeding?” Wizard’s voice sounds curious as he reads something in our bylaws.
He points to a passage no one else but him can see and looks up at us.
“A what?” Pirate crosses his arms, losing patience.
“When two rival clubs have a dispute calling for blood that neither is willing to spill, a ceremony on neutral ground can be conducted to erase all debts. It’s basically a prick on the finger.” I arch an eyebrow in thought.
“Knowing the club’s reputation, I highly doubt they’d go for something like that. But it’s an option worth mentioning before starting an all-out war.” Jenna stiffens on my lap.
“War?” I pat her leg and lean into her back.
“Later.” She nods reluctantly.
She shifts her legs, and my hand falls between her thighs. My need to check if she skipped the panties has my fingers crawling up to her core. Jenna grabs my arm, but no one can see what I’m doing, so I reach with the tips of my fingers to find her open and wet.
“Mmmm, soon,” I whisper into her ear, removing my hand.
I bring my finger up to my nose, inhaling her scent, and then my mouth to suck them clean. No one notices a thing until she whimpers.
“The fuck are you doing over there, Knight?” I look Pirate in the face and grin.
“Warming up my lunch.” The guys snicker around me, and Jenna slaps my head.
“Ow,” I mumble, rubbing the back of my skull.
“I’ll show you, Ow!” I grab her wrists and pull her to my lips so she can taste herself on mine.
“Fuck it all, adjourned.” A gavel hits the table, and people start to move out of the room, but I’m too busy kissing my girl to give two shits.
“Don’t fuck her on my table,” Pirate says, leaving the room last.
“That ain’t fair.” I know damn well he fucked Gen in here ‘cause I stood guard for them.
“President’s privilege,” he says over his shoulder as the door closes.
“I can’t believe you fucking said that to them. I’m mortified!” I pull her hands away from her face.
“Babe, you haven’t been to one of our parties yet, so trust me when I say nothing I could say will ever shock these men. They have heard, seen, and done everything twice over.” She drops her hands and shoves my chest.
“Tell me more about these parties and what you’ve done at them.” Uh oh.
I walked right into that one blindly, but thankfully, Wizard knocks and sticks his head in, shaking a brand new leather cut with my old lady’s name on it.
“Peace offering! Welcome to the club, Jenna. I’ll schedule her party for Friday night.” I stand here at the table as Troy stands to take it from Wizard.
“Yes, I want to see one of these parties.” I groan.
“Perfect fucking timing, asshole. Thanks.” I shove him out and look at the cut.
Property of Knight
I turn it with the back rocker showing so Jenna can see it. She bites her lip but doesn’t speak.
“Stand up, babe.” I turn it around and hold it open for her.
“This feels serious and permanent. Like a tattoo I won’t be able to erase later.” She doesn’t move, and my heart rate doubles.
“You’ll be able to take it off, but every member in this club will always see you in it.
They will respect you, honor you, and protect you whether it’s on your back or not.
It makes you one of us. It tells everyone you are mine to cherish and love for all time.
So yeah, it’s a bit serious.” Her eyes fill with tears.
“Love?” She finally gets down off the table as she asks.
“For as long as I breathe in this life and the next. This means I’m yours, too. No one will ever doubt it. Especially you.” She slips her arms through the right side, then the left, running her hand over her name patch once it’s on.
“I love it.”
Oh, thank Christ.
“I think you’ll love it more when I fuck you with it on.” I push her closer to the table and lift her dress over her ass.
I drop to my knees and shove my face into her core, reaching up to arch her back over the table. I work my jeans down and pull out my cock as I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Troy, fucking hell, the door isn’t even locked!” She gasps as I stand and fit myself at her drenched entrance.
“Babe, I don’t fucking care. Plus, they know.” I push into her and grab her arms for leverage.
“And trust me, they’re all jealous as fuck.”