Page 33 of Amy's Santa

He stares at me, and shakes his head, simply saying enigmatically, “Not sure the statute of limitations ever runs out when it’s murder. Let’s just say Mariana and I never had to worry about our psychopathic father again.”

He’s told me everything and nothing. But it’s was more than I could expect.

I’ve always known how important the Satan’s Devils were to him. Now having some inkling of how far they’d gone to save him and his sister explains why he owes them so much. Is he saying the club still takes precedent? That now as the prez, he’s no time for anything or anyone else? Having admitted his feelings, is he pushing me away once again? “What do you want from me, Drew?”

Again he seems lost in the view, and at the point when I wonder whether he’s going to continue speaking, he does. “I want an old lady. Someone to ride with me through life. Someone to share the worries and the triumphs with me. Well, except for when it’s club business of course. Someone to settle me, someone to come home to. Something more than just the club to live for.” He smiles a small smile. “Maybe even have a family of my own.”

Well, it sounds like items to be crossed off a shopping list. Then I wonder, “Have you found her, Drew? Is this what this is all about? Because you’re a free agent, you’re not tied to anyone, and don’t need to explain to me.”

He’s doing it again. Once more he’s pushing me away, though at least this time he’s using words and not giving me a demonstration of what he can do with his cock. I suppose I should be grateful he’s given me an explanation, when he owes me nothing at all.

I’m curious. If there’s a woman he cares for, why have I not seen her around the club? She wasn’t there yesterday, I’m sure of that. I don’t come back often, but I’d have noticed a stranger. It can’t be any of the other kids I grew up with, if age is a problem, as they’re all younger than me.

“Yeah, I’ve found her.”

“Has she been voted in?” I’m proud I’m able to keep my voice steady as I wonder whether I’m the last to know. A pang goes through me, a hurt I didn’t expect. It’s so deep, I can hardly bear it.

“Nah. No one knows my intentions.”

“Who is she?” I murmur, half to myself. Wondering whether she’s good enough for him. The first old lady needs to have a backbone, just like Sam, Drummer’s woman. She needs to lead the other old ladies and keep the sweet butts in line. She needs to be the prez’s rock, his anchor.

Now he turns, and his hand pushes gently on my shoulder, so I am forced to face him. “Never stopped having feelings for you, Amy.” He swallows, then admits, “It’s you that I want.”

Me?

Utterly stunned, I’m speechless, and my heart misses a beat. “Me?” I ask out loud, my voice almost a squeak. Surely it’s too late, and our time has passed.

He just stares at me, intently, making me list all the reasons why it’s a bad idea and incredibly bad timing.

“I’m not the woman I was, Drew.” I pull away from him, and it’s my turn to stare out over the scenery. “I’ve discovered who I am, and what I want.”

“And Xander can give you that?” He sounds annoyed.

“Xander’s a Dom, and I’m a submissive.” I know he knows that.

“So you like kink. I can tie you to my bed anytime you want to be restrained.” When I swing around, it’s to find him smirking as he goes on, “I can spank that ass as red as you want.”

“I’m not into spanking,” I say fast, while trying to ignore how his voice has deepened, and how what he’s suggesting is turning me on.

“Oh, I think you would be, when it’s my hand on your ass.”

As my nipples harden at just those words, I think there’s a good chance of that. Then I mentally slap myself. “It wouldn’t work, Drew.”

Instead of protesting further, he seems to change the subject, taking me by surprise when he asks, “Why, Amy? Why did you want to get into kink?”

He’s been so honest with me, I’ll give him what I can to explain. “I grew up in the clubhouse, Drew. Sex was never something shameful. Men used the whores just to get relief, and, well, the whores enjoyed what they were giving them. Mutual satisfaction, no strings attached. Not that I’d ever want to be a whore,” I say quickly. “The way you were fucking Silky that night, well, I wanted some of that. Sex, with no strings attached.”

A hand brings out another pony, and we step aside to let him enter the pasture. Sunny gives a whinny in greeting, the other snickers in return. Then the man leaves us to get on with his work.

“I wasn’t frightened of admitting my sexuality, saw nothing shameful in going with a man, but not stepping into a relationship.” I feel my eyes glaze as I look back, knowing I’ve got to tell him the truth, wondering whether he’ll reconsider his position once he knows. “I lost my virginity soon after I got to Phoenix. I wasn’t a party animal as such, my studies were too important, but for relaxation, I’d hook up with someone. Oh,” I get in first before he has a chance to offer the observation he’s sure to make, “I was always careful. Never got drunk and went with someone on a whim. I always knew the men personally or by reputation via my friends. But yeah, I had plenty of variety if you know what I mean.”

I sneak a glance at him, seeing a muscle tick in his jaw. As I thought, my confession is making him ready to rescind his invitation. “It was never enough. I soon learned vanilla sex didn’t give me what I was looking for. When I went to a club, it was different. That’s when I learned I was submissive, I liked a man taking charge. I liked being able to trust him to focus on my pleasure.”

Drew’s so quiet, I don’t expect him to respond. In fact, I anticipate his next words being that he’s going to take me back to the compound, understanding now why I’m with Xander.

He responds after a couple of minutes, but in a way I didn’t see coming. He comes up behind me, andmy God,presses a rock hard cock against my ass. “Feel what you do to me, Amy. And everything you ask for? Well, I can give you that. I don’t give myself a fancy title, but I take charge in bed. Once you’ve had my cock, you won’t want any other.”

His confidently spoken words, his closeness, and the evidence of his arousal at my back, send sensations through me. I can’t trust myself to speak.

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