Mine.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and her fingers toyed with the ends of my hair as she moaned softly into my mouth.
My club faded away, my tortured mind lost, all my sorrows disappeared. There was nothing but Reina.
I slowly pulled back, feeling her breath against my wet lips. I wrapped one arm around her waist and turned around to face my club.
“See you on the other side, gentlemen.” I bit back the grin that threatened my lips as they stared at me in silence.
“Get the fuck out of here, Bulldog,” Pipe roared, with a grin firmly planted on his face. “Did you just claim this one?”
I glanced down at Reina, her eyes staring up at me in wonderment as I pressed my lips to the tip of her nose.
“I guess I did,” I murmured.
I suppose there was something to be said about that, as it was I hadn’t staked claim on a woman since Connie, but fuck if I knew what that something was.
I led Reina through the compound, to the second floor where our rooms were and pushed open the door to my room. I could’ve taken her to my house, but she wanted the truth about me and the truth was I never slept there unless I had my daughter. Lacey was just a kid when her mother and I split, and we agreed I would not parent her at the clubhouse. I kept Lacey out of this life, or at least I tried. It was my brothers who brought her up to visit me when I was in Ryker’s. Still, she wasn’t present at clubhouse parties and only came to the compound under dire circumstances.
Women were a different story; this bedroom had seen a lot of pussy but it never saw sunshine.
I closed the door, locking it behind me and watched as Reina scoped out my space.
“I don’t go home much, not much there but a bunch of memories,” I explained.
“You sleep here?” She asked, turning around to face me. “I thought this was just a place you guys hung around.”
“It’s home to most of the guys. Blackie, Riggs, and Bones all sleep here night after night. Wolf and Pipe go home,” I offered, shrugging off my cut and draping it over the leather chair in the corner of the room before walking toward her.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, sliding them down the sleeves of her jacket and laced my hands with hers.
“Brought you here for a reason, Reina,” I admitted. “Made you mine in front of my brothers, you know what that means?”
“I haven’t the foggiest,” she croaked.
My lips quirked as I dropped her hands and slipped the leather jacket off her and threw it over to the chair where my jacket was.
“Means you’re Property of Parrish now, sweetheart,” I said, as I worked her shoulders with my hands, letting them glide over her breasts, squeezing them in the palms of my hands before moving them down her stomach to the V of her legs. “Means all this, everything you are, is mine,” I growled.
“Whose property are you then?” She asked, her eyes flickering with something I couldn’t name.
“No one’s,” I answered, taking her hands and pulling her toward the bathroom.
She opened her mouth to object but quickly closed it once I turned the bathroom light on. She glanced around the small space, taking in the large floor to ceiling mirrors that covered the walls. I closed the door softly behind me and leaned against it.
“For every piece of clothing you give me, I’ll give you a piece of my past,” I bargained, crossing my arms against my chest as I stared at her lazily through the glass.
“Your past?” She whispered hoarsely. “Maybe it’s not your past I want.”
“Don’t know how to give you more than that,” I admitted, pushing off the door and moving to stand behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her body against mine and looked at us in the mirror. “Give you what I got, Sunshine, and I’ll keep giving it as long as it comes to me,” I vowed, nuzzling her hair. “You see what I see?” I whispered against her ear.
“Turn the lights off, Jack, please,” she whispered, looking away from the mirror. I ran one hand up the front of her body, cupped her chin and forced her eyes toward the mirror.
“No,” I shook my head. “Not tonight,” I said, taking her hands and lifting them over her head. I had claimed her to my brothers, but I meant it when I said I wanted all of her. I wanted her to trust me enough to give me the things she kept to herself, the things that haunted her and shielded her from the rest of the world. In my thirty-eight years I never wanted to be that guy, the one that heals another person, someone who cares enough to fix what is broken beyond repair.
She ruined me.
Or maybe she fixed me.