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I drained the last of my second beer, feeling Mariposa's eyes on me the whole time.
"What are they going to do to her?" she asked.
"Don't know, don't care." I rested a hand on my chest, partially on the SDMC skull inked there. "Not my problem anymore. They're not the brightest bunch, but they won't break any club laws."
"You said punish her." Mariposa's voice was more tense than a guitar string. "What does that entail?"
I shrugged. "Spanking. Whipping. Tying her to the bed for a full day. Not letting her orgasm for a month. Giving her an embarrassing tattoo. Walking her around on a dog leash. Whatever they see fit. Nothing that causes long-lasting harm."
Her shoulders relaxed just slightly, making me remember how they melted under my touch earlier today. The thought made my fingers on my chest twitch.
"That still seems harsh." She chewed her plump lower lip. "Heather clearly has feelings for you."
"Which are not reciprocated," I retorted. "She's so desperate to be someone's old lady, she'll let any man take a ride. She only had feelings for my position as president."
"Wow, a man talking disparagingly about someone he slept with to another woman," she sneered. "Color menotimpressed."
I let out a dry chuckle. "Careful, Mariposa. You're in my kingdom now. I like your snark, but you don't want to see yourself on the receiving end of one ofmypunishments."
Twelve
MARIPOSA
Reaper's interaction with Heather stayed on my mind all next morning, while Noelle and I helped Tessa catch up on chores at her house.
"Doesn't Big G help you around the house at all?" Noelle asked as she moved a pile of laundry.
"He's too busy being the fun parent," Tessa said with an eye roll. "Right now he's on his patrol shift around the perimeter. When he gets home, the kids are going to be all over him and all this cleaning will be for nothing."
"I don't envy you," Noelle chuckled before tossing a stuffed dog at me. "What's on your mind over there, space case?"
"Heather," I admitted, folding a freshly dried bedsheet.
"Oh, don't worry about her," Tessa sank into a beanbag chair with a groan. "I know there's ‘nothing’,” she air-quoted, “between you and Reaper, but she's honestly no threat to that."
"Those two guys she was with," I said. "Is that common in MCs? For men to, uh, share a woman?"
Tessa and Noelle both laughed. "You really ain't from around here," Noelle teased me gently. "You never heard of those, what do you call 'em, the societies where the women are in charge?"
"Matriarchal?"
"Yeah, that's the one! There used to be a bunch of small ones in Arizona and Utah way before the Collapse, of course. They formed like thirty years ago as a response to the government turning to shit."
"Seriously?" I gaped at her. "I had no idea."
"No one did," Tessa chimed in. "They were very secretive about it."
“Only women and children were allowed into their communities without question. Some allowed men, but had very selective criteria," Noelle continued. "Ones that were honest, would be good protectors, help raise the children, and," she smirked, "I heard some of them were tested on their bedroom skills."
"I would've loved to be on the judge's panel for oral skills," Tessa sighed. "I love a man who knows how to use his tongue."
"A good tonguing is nice, but I'll take a thick cock on the hour, every hour," Noelle grinned. "Doesn't have to be an anaconda, just good and girthy."
"I used to feel the same way, until I ended up pregnant three times," Tessa lamented. "Being addicted to thick dick has grave consequences."
The two of them howled with laughter while I openly stared. Even in nursing school, while discussing and being surrounded by body parts all the time, I never heard anyone talk like this.
"You're gonna wake up the kids," Tessa squealed, wiping tears from her eyes.
