Page 41 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
This was about choosing her permanently, in a way the club absolutely would not tolerate.
I pressed the back of my head into the curve of the chair and squeezed her ass. “You look good like this.” I made the crass remark without thinking, almost hoping it would anger her enough to drive her away.
“I look good everywhere.” She lifted onto her knees again, and when she stroked downward, her pussy fluttered, the walls tightening around me.
“Damn right.”
She rode me without breaking stride, the scent of our combined arousal mingling with the underlying oil and leather that never left my skin.
“Come for me, Colt.” She slid both hands over my chest and up to the sides of my neck. “Let me watch you the way you watched me.”
I didn’t have a prayer after that. “Fuck.” I tried to keep my hands gentle, but what the fuck did I know about tenderness? I buckedmy hips to meet her and threw my entire being into the feel of my balls tightening and my cock pulsing its release.
She followed me over, her head falling forward to rest against mine as she shuddered.
The rasp of our mismatched breathing filled the office. I waited for her to slip off my lap, take her clothes, and leave.
She rested her cheek against my shoulder and traced the pattern of my tattoo with one finger. “What happens if I don’t want to choose one of you?”
Ah shit. So she knew everything. “The problem isn’t sex.” I ran my fingers through her hair and palmed her spine. She shuddered but didn’t move away. “The problem is that you work our territory. You run transports and you’ve been seen coming and going from the clubhouse. People are watching. They see who walks you to your bike and who doesn’t. Not just the men, but the women too. A lot of those Old Ladies have fought hard for their place, and seeing a new girl move between three patched men is going to draw attention.”
Callie absorbed every word.
I waited for the anger and indignation, the shouts that none of it was fair. She’d be right on almost all counts, but fairness was exactly what caused the divide.
“When three men in the same club start tracking the same girl, it gathers attention. The club girls who are worried about status start getting jealous, and that turns into gossip. Gossip ends up with some dipshit repeating the story and adding details that cause a problem our rivals can exploit. Hawk does what he can to temper that kind of chatter, but people like to talk. They like to bullshit and theyloveto spread rumors.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that.” A slight puff of air skated over my chest, her exhale curling her body tighter against mine. “Sounds like just another way to control women, to keep us under a man’s thumb.”
Why did she stay?
Why did she curl in my lap like she trusted me?
She shouldn’t.
I kissed the top of her head and forced myself to tell her the rest. “Hawk will enforce the bylaw because he has no choice. He’s not trying to control you, though I will admit a lot of the laws are shit when it comes to women. For Hawk, it’s about authority. Presidents who let internal rivalry grow lose authority fast. If his authority ever slips, other clubs will start testing us more than they do already.”
“Right, because a man who can’t control his woman is no man at all.” She spat every word, her body shaking as she curled her hands into fists. “It’s all bullshit. We should get a say in what happens. Why is it that a woman can only be an Old Lady if the man decides it? Why are there no female members of the club except the ones vying for a spot alongside a man?”
“You’re part of the club.” I reminded her gently, my thumb rubbing back and forth over her spine. “Most other women only want the status of being connected with a member. You’re one of the few who have ever actively wanted a place with the patch.”
She stilled at that. “What about Diesel?”
I groaned and tightened my hold on her. What would it take to get her to stay here with me forever? “Diesel will follow the rules because discipline is the spine of our world. It holds everythingtogether, and men who ignore structure and let emotions rule then end up bleeding for it later.” I glanced pointedly at my cut ribs. “Case and point.”
“So you’re just a bunch of badasses with no emotions?”
I couldn’t quite pinpoint the inflection on her voice. Did it annoy her or did she understand?
“If you keep moving between us without a clear line, someone will challenge it. They’ll push back, and it won’t be gentle. The only clean way to stop the tension is for someone to make a claim. One patch. One claim. Once an Old Lady is declared, the hierarchy settles and the noise will die down.”
“So if I chose you, Diesel and Hawk would back down and that would be the end of it?”
Why did my heart take off like a jackrabbit? I resisted the urge to pat my chest and swallowed hard to push down the rising emotions. “Yes. If you choose one of us, the other two step back publicly and permanently. I would do the same if you chose Hawk or Diesel. Patched brothers cannot compete over the same woman and ride side by side in a fight. And being with all three of us is dangerous for everyone.”
I left it at that. There were too many possibilities for what kind of hell it could bring down on us if we kept giving in and taking Callie together. Our one night might’ve been accepted, but they would not put up with more. If the club didn’t turn against us as a whole, at least a few of the members would. Then we’d have more than the Hellhounds to worry about.
Callie stood and crossed her arms over her stomach. “I still think it’s bullshit. I mean, I get it, but fuck, Colt.” She raised her hands and let them fall to her sides.
