I wake in the middle of the night to an empty bed. Sitting up, I see Shadow standing at the double doors as the storm continues.
“Shadow?”
He turns and smiles as he brings his naked self back to the bed. His blue eyes meet my green eyes with a flare of intensity.
“What?” I ask, sensing something is off.
“Be my Ol' Lady,” he asks, throwing me for a loop. I hesitate.
“I want to give you the opportunity to say yes, but it’s not needed.” His tone is serious and somber as he says the words. What does that mean?
What does being his Ol’ Lady entail exactly? I have seen the things Babs goes through, but I know she is treated different than others. I haven’t really seen any other Ol' Ladies around the club, yet, to get a feel of what they do exactly.
“I’m not sure what an Ol’ Lady does. I don’t know if I would be a good one,” I confess.
“It means I protect you; that the club protects you. You’re my family, as well as the club's. You’ll wear a cut that says you're my property and as long as you follow the club laws, you’ll be fine,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“Laws?” I whisper. I have heard of these laws here and there. I've even broken one and didn’t know it.
“Yes, laws.” He runs his hands over his jaw pausing at his mouth and running his thumb over his bottom lip.
“As a motorcycle club, we have our own laws, our own way of life. We make and follow our own rules. Those who break the rules deal with our way of justice. The laws for Ol' Ladies: a brother decides who his Ol’ Lady is; the woman doesn’t get a say. Some women become property against their wills. The woman is not allowed out of her role as an Ol' Lady until a brother says he’s done with her.” He stares at me, trying to read my expression. He chants the words as if he is reading a bible ingrained in his brain.
“You’ll learn them as you go; it’s common sense really.”
I sit on the bed taking in everything he says; laws, property, against their wills. It is all reeling through my head, making me second guess the excitement of being an Ol' Lady. Is this why Babs puts up with Locks; because she can’t leave?
I’m suddenly ripped from my thoughts when Shadow crawls up my body like a sleek snake. He bites, nips, sucks, and kisses his way up my torso until we are face to face.
“You're mine, Dani. You knew that already, don’t over think it.” Before I can say otherwise, he smashes his lips onto mine, his sinful mouth claiming his property. What would arguing do anyway? He's made it clear the woman gets no say. I know Shadow is different, though; when Locks went on his woman-hating rant at the garage, Shadow assured me he was different.
The next two days are erotically, sinfully sweet. Shadow and I don't leave the house in two days. More like, Shadow won't let me leave the house. In-between fuck sessions is eating, sleeping, or showering. It is animalistic, sexy, and beyond the most pleasurable thing I have ever experienced.
Shadow confirming I am his Ol' Lady set a fire in his eyes I haven’t seen before. Finally sealing the deal of me being his property seems to make him more at ease; he is playful and less dark, yet more sexual.
I don't let myself think too deeply on becoming his property and the laws of it. I knew I was owned by Shadow when I fell in love with him. I feel the walls surrounding our trust breaking down. I give my body in every way he wants it in these two days; not asking why, not caring why. I am his, he is mine.
Having cabin fever and with Shadow in the shower, I slip on a robe to go out onto the patio.
I let out a squeal when greedy hands grab my from behind, dragging me to the bed. My body comes crashing down on Shadow's.
“Mmmm,” he breathes in. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice, sexy and deep, vibrates off my neck as he nuzzles his face deep within.
“Shadow, my body needs rest,” I laugh.
“Rest is for the weak.”
“We only have today left; let’s go eat breakfast on the deck, go swimming,” I whisper against his temple.
“Mmmm, fine,” he says, kissing all over my face. I laugh and start heading for the door again.
Shadow grabs his trunks and shuffles into them, his bronzed skin looking immaculate. His muscles bulge and flex as he ties the string on them. My tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip, he is sexy as sin.
“You keep looking at me like that, I’m keeping you in here for two more days.”
How I have the urge to keep going after two days of sex is beyond me. Then again, looking at him, no woman could tell him no.
“I think you might be going for a world record if you do that,” I reply jokingly, walking toward the dresser.
Shadow chuckles and grabs me before I'm out of reach.
“Well, I’m always up for a challenge,” he says arrogantly, sliding his hand down my belly. My body arches into his touch; I can’t help but be weak when it comes to him.