by Harley Wylde
I’d made dinner and ended up eating alone. He’d barely left my side since he’d found me, keeping a close watch on me since we’d been back, only leaving when duty called. Until now. Until tonight. And while I’d felt smothered, now that I was home alone it just felt… cold. Lonely. I didn’t like it.
Looking at the screen on my phone, I tried to decide what to do. I had a feeling that whatever I decided would be a turning point of sorts. The fucker was at a party at the clubhouse, and I knew damn well there was club pussy all over the place. He might say he was mine and I was his, but I knew damn well those skanks up there didn’t give a shit. If they thought they could get into his pants, they’d try.
The text he’d sent twenty minutes ago mocked me.
Be home late. Don’t wait up.
What the absolute fuck? Don’t wait up? I was supposed to just sit here, alone, while he partied with everyone? Uh-uh. No, I wasn’t going to sit here like some sweet, mild-mannered little housewife -- who wasn’t even his damn wife -- while he sat up there with naked women draped over him. Not happening.
I looked down at the maternity shorts I had on, knowing how much he hated me leaving the house in them, claiming they were too short and showed off my ass. My maternity top was just a plain tee, but it hugged my curves and my baby bump. I thought I looked rather cute. And if Dragon got pissed, well… I smiled. He’d just have to punish me.
I grabbed my property cut and slipped on canvas shoes. I’d have gone with flip- flops, but I knew how disgusting the clubhouse could get on a night like this. No way in hell was I going in there nearly barefoot. I’d probably need every shot known to man if I did that, and could still end up catching something. It was a long walk to the front, and my car hadn’t made it here. I found it strange that it had accidentally been lost between the Reckless Kings’ place and home.
Dragon had said he was getting me a small SUV so I’d have room for the babies, but we hadn’t gone car shopping yet. It was warm outside, nearly too warm, as I trudged my way to the clubhouse. The houses were all dark and quiet, except for Dingo’s place. I saw the flicker of the TV through their living room window, and I wondered if he was there with Mei or at the party too. Considering how much he adored her, I doubted he was tossing back shots with club whores right now. I knew Badger would be home with my sister, Adalia. They’d been together long before I was adopted by Grizzly, but I’d heard more than once that he hardly ever went to parties these days. It seemed everything he wanted was already at home.
It just made me snarl and stomp a little harder as I made my way to the front of the compound. All that I’m sorry bullshit, I love you, and me being all he wanted. If that was the case, his ass would be home with me tonight and not drinking with the others and the women at the clubhouse. By the time I reached the steps, I was beyond livid. If I’d been a cartoon character, steam would have been pouring from my ears and whistles would be blowing like a damn tea kettle on the stove.
Savage was on the porch and took a step back as I drew closer to the door. “Shit. Hey, Lilian, I don’t think you really want to go in there.”
I stopped, foot still lifted to take my next step and only turned my head his way. I could nearly hear him gulp as he backed up farther, hands held out. With a growl, I shoved open the door and went inside. The smoke was so thick it burned my eyes and nose, and I was fairly sure I wasn’t just breathing in nasty cigarette smoke. I covered my nose, hoping I didn’t inhale anything that would hurt my babies, and scanned the room for Dragon.
My gaze narrowed as I spotted him across the room at a table with Colorado and Cobra. I shoved my way through the crowd, the men parting like the Red Sea and the women giving me dirty looks. When I stopped in front of Dragon, I eyed the naked woman shoving her tits in his face. I didn’t say a word, just waited. Cobra noticed me first, his eyes going wide. Dragon was the last to detect my presence, and the smile slipped from his face immediately. His gaze jerked to the woman practically sticking her nipples in his mouth and back to me.
I still didn’t say anything. I just grabbed a handful of platinum hair and started to drag her ass across the floor.
“Let me go, you bitch!” she screamed as she kicked and flailed.
“Shut up, whore! I hope you get splinters in your ass.” I kept going, not stopping until I met a wall of leather cuts. I glared at each and every one of them, then released the woman, only to turn around and straddle her body. I gripped her hair and slammed her head onto the floor several times, until she was crying and trying to shove me away.
“Fuck, Dragon took an ol’ lady,” one of the other women said. “She’s pissed as hell too.”
“Thought everyone knew,” another woman said softly.
I snarled at them. “You even look in his direction and you’re next.”
Dragon shoved his way through and hunkered next to me. There was remorse in his gaze, and a hint of guilt as he glanced at the woman I was trying to knock unconscious. “Hey, Lil. Let’s go home, okay?”
I stood up, shaking from the anger coursing through my veins, then closed my eyes and took a breath. When I opened them, I looked right through him, giving him the most blank stare I could manage with all that I was feeling.
“No. You wanted to party? Stay and party. Play with all the tits and pussy you want.” I shrugged the cut off my shoulders and threw it at his face. “They’re all yours but I’m not.”
I shoved past everyone and went outside, feeling like I was seconds from bursting into tears. I walked to the gate, wanting to get far from the noise, but not knowing where the hell to go. Beau was on duty and gave me a wary look. I was done. Finished with men who lied to me, used me, and didn’t think about my feelings at all. I motioned for him to open the gates, and while it seemed like he wouldn’t at first, he eventually let me through.
I walked toward town, not really having a destination in mind. I just needed to clear my head, and figure out what the hell I was going to do next. I had no doubt that when Dragon found me, I’d get some stupid reason he hadn’t shoved her away. It made me wonder, though, had he been lying when he’d said he only touched them after that first time with us? After what I’d just witnessed, could I trust that he hadn’t gone further?
No. What I should be asking myself was whether or not I wanted to be with a man who thought his behavior tonight was all right. He’d said I was his, and he was mine. That hadn’t looked like a guy thinking of his pregnant woman at home. He’d probably enjoyed that club whore shoving her tits in his face. My hands fisted at my sides as anger surged through me again. Instead of beating the shit out of that woman, I should have gone after Dragon, except then he’d have to make an example of me. As it was, I’d probably embarrassed him by throwing the property cut back at him. I had no doubt I’d pay for that later.
As I neared town, I heard the pipes on several bikes heading my way. I recognized the guys that flew past me, and stopped, heaving a sigh, when I heard one of them turn around. Demon slowed and came to a stop next to me.
“There a reason you’re walking this late at night?” he asked. “Shouldn’t you be at home?”
“Nope. I can go wherever the fuck I want.” I folded my arms and stared at him.
“Uh-huh,” he muttered. “What did Dragon do this time?”
I rolled my eyes and started walking. He kept pace with me, walking the bike forward for each of my steps. It seemed he wasn’t going to leave until I told him something. Even that wouldn’t guarantee he’d leave me alone.
“Caught him with a naked club whore at the clubhouse,” I said.
“And you were at the clubhouse because…” Demon arched a brow. “You know damn well you aren’t allowed in there, Lilian.”
I stopped again and glared. “Why? Why am I not allowed? Worried I’ll see something I shouldn’t? Like the father of my babies looking at a woman’s tits while she practically feeds them to him? I’m supposed to sit at home, let him roll in whenever after he’s done who knows what wi
th those club whores, and just pretend everything is fine?”
He shrugged. “Well, yeah. It’s what you signed on for when you agreed to be his.”
“Well, I take it back. I’m not Dragon’s. I won’t belong to anyone who acts like that and sees nothing wrong with it. If I even looked at another man in appreciation, he’d lose his shit and you damn well know it.”
“You know. This is the most you’ve ever said to me,” he said. “And you’re not shaking, or running in fear. Exactly what happened in Tennessee?”
“I learned I’m stronger than I thought, and that I deserve happiness. No, what I deserve is an honorable man who will stand next to me and show me some respect.”
Demon cracked his neck. “And Dragon isn’t respecting you.”
I waved a hand back toward the direction of the Devil’s Fury compound. “If that’s the way he shows that he respects his woman, then someone else can have him. Know who I didn’t see there? Badger. Dingo. Shit, even Blades wasn’t there and China isn’t officially his.”
Demon opened his mouth, but I held up a hand to stop him. I lowered my voice, my throat aching with unshed tears. “Every single guy who claims to love a woman was at home, except Dragon. How can he love me and do that? How can…”
I broke. Tears streaked my cheeks as I sobbed. I tried to wrap my arms around my waist and hold myself together, but it wasn’t working. Demon cursed, shut off his bike, and then I found myself in his embrace. He rubbed my back, even if he was awkward as fuck about it, and murmured words of comfort.
“Lilian, I can’t tell you what Dragon’s thinking because I don’t know. But if you’re going to track him down every time he decides to party with the club, then the two of you are going to have constant problems.”
I pulled back and wiped my face with my hands. “If he’d told me ahead of time he’d be gone most of the night, then I’d have made my own plans. I just don’t think I can trust him after what I saw, Demon. If you don’t have trust in a relationship, then you’ve got nothing.”
“Come on. I’ll take you home.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to go back.
Demon led me over to his bike, then he got on and held out his hand. I reluctantly took it, and he helped me onto the back before he started it up again. He drove slow as he headed back toward the Devil’s Fury, and as we pulled through the gates, he came to a stop, bracing his feet on the pavement.
I looked over his shoulder and saw Dragon on the steps of the clubhouse, his head in his hands. He looked up and took in the scene of me riding with the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, then slowly stood and came toward us. I tensed, not knowing what to expect from him. The property cut I’d thrown at his head was gripped in his hand.
“Did you lose something?” Demon asked.
Dragon stared at me, not saying anything. I gripped Demon’s waist tighter, not sure what I should do. I decided to wait and see what Dragon would do. He seemed to be struggling, but eventually came closer.
“There a reason my pregnant woman is on your bike?” he asked Demon.
Demon placed his hand on my calf. “Is she? Yours? Don’t see a property cut or ink on her. Seems to me she’s available.”
My breath froze in my lungs. What the hell was he doing? He gently squeezed my leg, and I took that to mean I needed to stay quiet. Whatever he’d planned, I hoped it worked the way he wanted. Dragon looked pissed.
Dragon snarled and stormed over, gripping my arm and hauling me off Demon’s bike. I stumbled into him, but he only put me behind him, keeping his hand on my waist.
“You know damn well she’s mine, Demon. Every fucker here knows it.”
Demon chuckled darkly. “Really? Do you know it? Are you sure she knows it?”
Dragon cursed, turning to face me. He forced the property cut back over my shoulders, then started pushing me toward his bike. Before I had a chance to balk, he lifted me and placed me on the back before getting on. When I tried to dismount the bike, he gripped my hip and growled at me. The fury flashing in his eyes made my heart race, and kept my ass planted on his bike. He started it up, walked it back out of the parking space, then took off toward the house. I held on tight, worried I’d tumble off.
Dragon came to a stop in the driveway and shut off the bike. I got off, my legs trembling. He swung his leg over the seat and stood, then stalked toward me. I could see the anger rolling off him and I backed up a step, but I didn’t get far. He gripped my wrist, then swung me up into his arms and carried me inside. After he kicked the door shut, he kept going, not stopping again until we reached the bedroom.
He walked us over to the mirror hanging on the closet door and pointed at our reflection. “Do you see this?”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to see so I kept quiet.
He placed his hand on my belly. “These are my babies, Lil. Mine.”
I swallowed hard and gave a jerky nod. Then he slid his hand down and worked it between my thighs.
“This pussy is mine. Understood?”
I nodded again, my breath coming out faster and harder as my heart pounded.
He turned me and pushed my chin until I looked over my shoulder. “That’s my fucking name on your back, Lil. Why? Because you’re mine. You’re fucking mine!”
My gaze met his in the mirror. “Was that woman yours too? Did you want her to be? Is that why you were there, letting her put her tits in your face, instead of being here with me? Do you prefer blondes? Skinny women?”
He muttered a curse and turned me to face him. “Babe, I barely even noticed her. I’d already pushed her away four times, or it might have been another woman. I wasn’t really looking.”
“Your eyes were glued to what she so clearly offered.”
He shook his head. “Lil, I didn’t want any of them even when you weren’t here in my house. Why would I want them now?”
I dropped my gaze. “They don’t have thighs that jiggle. I was chubby before I got pregnant, and now that I’m having twins, I’m going to be huge.”
“Babe.” He gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. “I fucking love that your thighs jiggle. I love your thick thighs, round ass, and your soft belly. And your tits? Fuck, Lil. Better than anything those girls at the clubhouse have, even if they tried to pay for it. I’ve wanted you since you turned eighteen. Now that you’re mine, do you really think I’d want any of those bitches?”
“You didn’t come home,” I said softly. “You said… you told me not to wait up.” I hated feeling like this. All insecure and broken. This wasn’t who I was, but apparently it was the new me filled with pregnancy hormones. I cried at the drop of a hat. When I’d burned the macaroni for lunch yesterday, I’d bawled my eyes out, feeling like the world had ended.
“I didn’t even text you, Lil. What the hell are you talking about?” he asked.
I sniffled and pulled away, going to get my phone. I found it on the bed, where I’d dropped it when I’d come to get my shoes and cut. Unlocking the screen, I pulled up the message from him and showed him. “I’m not making it up. That’s what I got and I got mad. I wanted to go tell you to come home.”
He narrowed his gaze at the screen, then reached into his pocket for his phone. He patted all his pockets, then cursed. “I don’t even have my damn phone. Someone is fucking with us, Lil. I don’t know if it’s one my brothers, or if one of the damn whores got her hands on my phone. And I sure the fuck don’t know how they unlocked it, but either way, I didn’t send that shit. I’d planned to finish my beer, maybe have one more, then I was going to come home.”
“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of the club.”
“Oh, hell no, babe. That’s not going to cut it.” He grinned. “I might not have laid that trap, but you still landed in it, then threw your cut at my face. In front of everyone. What did I tell you before? What happens when you don’t listen?”
I bit my lip. “I get punished.”
He nodded, then walked over to the bed and sat
on the edge. He crooked a finger at me, and I went, my heart racing.
Chapter Twelve
Dragon
I’d figure out who had my phone in a little while, and handle that shit, but first I needed to make sure Lil remembered she was mine. I felt her tremble as I pulled her over my lap, making sure our babies weren’t pressed against my thighs. It wouldn’t be much longer before I couldn’t do this anymore. At least, not until after the babies got here. I’d left her dressed, but I worked her shorts and panties over her ass and down to her knees, then pulled them all the way off.
“Spread those legs, Lil. Show me what’s mine.”
She parted her thighs and I saw she was already wet. Fuck. It was hard to punish her when she got off on it. Made my dick hard as a rock. I rubbed her ass cheeks, then brought my hand down hard, leaving a red handprint on one side. She squeaked and jerked, but I put my arm across her upper back and held her still.
“You have a lesson to learn, Lil. I think you’ve earned at least ten spankings.”
Her breath hitched, and I wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or apprehension. Seeing how soaked she was, I was going with option one. I had a feeling my night was about to get a lot more interesting.
I brought my hand down on the other cheek with a loud crack. She yelped, but didn’t try to get away. I spanked her ass, one side, then the other, three more times. Her ass was red and I could feel the heat from her abused flesh. I brought my hand down on the backs of her thighs, one swat on each, hard enough to turn the skin pink.
“How many is that, babe?” I asked.
“Seven.”
I gave a humorless chuckle. “No, babe. That’s six. The first one happened before I said you’d earned ten. You’ve got four more to go. Every time you sit tomorrow, you’ll remember what happens when you disobey, or jump to conclusions.”
