Page 54 of Vapor

“Before I met you, yes. But not now.” I start to get out of bed but realize I’m buck naked too. Grabbing the sheets, I wrap them around my waist.“I told Jolene not to sneak in anymore, but she’s determined to become someone’s old lady.”

“She’s not even that old. What is she, nineteen? Twenty?”

“Twenty-one. Her birthday was a few months ago. But we were never together. She’s just one of the club slu—girls.”

“Then why would she want to be considered old?”

“An‘old lady’is what we call the steady girlfriend or wife of a patched member in the MC. It’s a position some women aspire to, even if they don’t have a chance in hell of ever being one.”

“Why would someone want to aspire to that?” she asks, but there’s no condemnation, only curiosity.

“Once you’re a part of the club’s family, you’re in for life. We protect old ladies like we protect patched members. No one fucks with the old ladies. They’re off limits.”

“Is Babet an old lady?”

“You met her?” I raise my brow.

“She was on the porch when I walked up. She seemed to know who I was, so she told me where to go to find you.”

“Makes sense, otherwise you never would have gotten past the front door. To answer your question, Babet isn’t anyone’s old lady. She’s more like the club’s grandmother. She’s fifty-five, but she’s not old. That woman’s got more energy than any of the club slu—girls.”

“Don’t let me censor you,” Blue says, glaring.

“That’s just what we call them.” I look away, unable to hold her gaze a second longer.

I’m not wrong. We do have a bunch of sluts downstairs, but Blue doesn’t need to know about those catty bitches. Women are always throwing themselves at us, so why wouldn’t we keep a few around for some mindless sex? We have access to more pussy than a cat breeder, but that doesn’t mean we want to keep all the strays who walk through our door. It’s not like we’re going to wife one of the sluts. That’s not why they’re here.

“You know what? I think I made a mistake.” Blue backs toward the door.“Forget you ever saw me.”

“No! Blue… Wait!” I lunge for her, tossing the sheets aside and grabbing her wrist before she can flee. I want to drag her into my bed like a damn caveman, but I’m smart enough not to bethatstupid. Now isn’t the time.

“Let go!” she demands.

I immediately release my grip.“I’m sorry. Please, let me at least help you get cleaned up. What happened to your arms?”

“Maybe you should put some clothes on first.” Her gaze slides down my naked body until it reaches my cock. I’m not even hard, but her cheeks turn pink anyway. She quickly turns away.“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” I grin and pad over to the dresser.“Want to tell me why you’re in my room in the middle of the night?”

I keep an eye on her while I pull on jeans and a black tank top. I slide my cut over my shirt out of habit. It’s like putting on armor, and I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need all the defensive measures I’ve got. It doesn’t take a genius to know she didn’t come here for fun.

“You can turn around now.” I pull the sheets up to cover the bed. Sitting on the edge, I pat the space beside me.“Come here for a second. Tell me what’s going on.”

“My father…” She brings her hand to her red, swollen cheek and lightly presses it against her skin.“He…”

“What did he do?” I demand.

“He… I still can’t believe it… He hit me.”

“I’m going to kill him.” I stomp toward the door.

She stops me with her palm on my chest.“You can’t. Just… I needed somewhere to go. So, I came here.”

“I’m glad you came.” I pull her into my arms and wrap her in a tight embrace.“Did he scratch up your arms too?”

“No. I got that when I jumped off the roof.”

“Why the hell did you do that?” I pull away to look at her.

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