Page 68 of Declan's Dove

Declan said he’s claimed me, and the club accepted me as his ol’ lady, but what does that even mean? I understand it’s sacred, like being his wife, but what does it mean for the club? He’s an enforcer, whatever that job title entails. I’m not certain I want to know. I mean, what does he enforce exactly?

His will upon your body.

My thighs squeeze at the memory of how he wrung so many orgasms out of me this morning before we left the cabin.

His hand gripping my thigh draws me out of my thoughts. The devilish smirk he’s wearing says he knows what I was thinking about.

“You nervous?” he asks, giving my thigh another firm squeeze. My body heats and my core clenches.

“A little,” I answer honestly. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around everyone now. Does the title of ol’ lady come with some sort of duty list or something? I mean, I know the club girls cook and clean and …” I clear my throat. “Service the brothers as Jayde puts it. Am I expected to do those things now too?”

“Fuck no,” He growls and cups me between my legs. I jump at his heated touch, but there’s nowhere to go when I’m sitting in his truck. “I thought we had this established. This is mine. I don’t fucking share. With anybody.”

“Okay, caveman. Got it. Grrr, yours.” I grunt back. “Jesus.”

“As for your duties as an ol’ lady, it’s pretty simple. Loyalty to me and the club is the main thing expected of you. We’re a family. Whatever you would do for family, that’s what you do for the club.” He shrugs.

“And what about the club girls?”

“What about them?” He glances over at me, then back to the road.

“Will they accept that you’re in a relationship now? Will they respect the title of ol’ lady or will they still service your needs? Because I don’t share either,” I challenge.

Declan’s face morphs into a mask of disgust. “My ex-wife cheated on me, baby. I’m not about community pussy. I fucked my fair share of women after my divorce, but that’s all it was—just fucking. But this …” The palm of his hand still against my center presses down over my clit through my jeans and I feel a gush of liquid soak my panties. “What we have between us is way more than fucking, Dove. I didn’t think I would love anyone after what my wife did. You proved I can, and I do. I’m not fucking that up over a used piece of ass.”

“That was very … sweet.” Declan’s laugh fills the cab of the truck.

“I don’t know about sweet, but it was honest.”

“Okay.” I sigh, leaning my head back against the headrest.

It’s not long until we’re pulling through the gates and driving up to the clubhouse. Declan parks his truck near the rear entrance and I nearly jump out of the truck when I see Carter running out to greet us. As soon as the truck is in park, I open my door and run to meet my boy, gathering him up in a tight hug.

“Mama!”

“Oh, I’ve missed you so much. How are you? Let me look at you.” I pull back, looking him over. His hair is disheveled and his jeans are covered in dirt, but it’s the manure smell that about knocks me over.

I pinch my nose and take a step back. “What on earth have you been doing? You smell like …”

“Pig… sh—poop.” His eyes look over my shoulder, and when I turn to see what he’s looking at, Declan’s standing with a raised eyebrow and a warning glare. They share a nod and I’m starting to wonder what these two were up to while I was away.

“What did you do while I was gone? Did you have fun at Declan’s house?” I ask, watching closely as the two share a silent conversation.

Carter shrugs his shoulders. “We watched Batman cartoons, played video games, and he made me healthy meals.” Carter winks at Declan, who drops his chin to his chest to hide his laughter.

“Uh-huh. It sounds like Declan was the perfect role model while I was away then, huh?”

“Oh yeah. He even bought me my own helmet for when I ride on the back of his bike.”

“You what?” I spin on Declan. He glares down at my son with his hands on his hips.

“You were supposed to let me tell her about the helmet, kid. Now look what you did. I’m going to be in time-out now.” Declan gestures to me. He comes closer, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me close, and his forehead meets mine. “You’re not going to be mad that I bought something to keep the kid safe if he ever has to ride on the back of my bike, are you?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Declan’s mouth curves into a mischievous grin. “Is this another fight? Because if it is, I know how to get you to come around to seeing things my way.” His words are a low growl. My body responds anyway, the floozy. Declan kisses my lips chastely, then taking my hand he leads me toward the clubhouse doors.

“Come on. Let’s go see what Pres has going on.”

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