Page 128 of Property of Stone
She stared at the man lying next to her. The one she just had awesome sex with. The one who had gone above and beyond for her despite being an outlaw biker. Despite hardly knowing her.
A man assumed by society to have no morals because of who and what he was versus a man assumed to have plenty for the same reason.
As the saying went, looks could be deceiving.
One man she felt safe with. One she did not.
One she trusted. One she did not.
At the surface, Stone should be the one she was afraid of, the one to distrust. But it was the man who looked “normal” on the outside who was now completely unhinged on the inside.
Crazy how upside down life could be.
But she was done talking about Vic. It was only making her more anxious about his release. Especially since she was questioning her decision.
“By the way, my viewers are still asking about you. They’re persistent.” In fact, some of her followers were more interested in Stone than her recipes.
“What’re they askin’?”
“You gave them an eyeful that morning a few weeks ago and they want more. A lot of them are still leaving comments demanding another glimpse. So I came up with an idea…”
One that might increase her subscribers, if he was willing…
Stone’s lips flattened. “This idea involves me, don’t it?”
“Well, we’re talking about you.”
He groaned. “What’s the idea?”
“I’m considering recording a video series on my YouTube channel where I teach you how to cook. I would teach you different techniques and meals. Maybe even how to meal prep. Not only would that drive up my viewer count but it’ll also prepare you for when you’re dealin’ with Sunny on your own again. No more cereal and pizza for dinner. Wouldn’t you like to learn how to cook her a good meal?”
“Don’t want to tie you to my club, babe. Could make it easy for your ex to find you.”
“Don’t wear your colors, or any identifiable clothing that ties you to the Kings. You could go shirtlessand show off those tats,” she suggested with a grin. “You’d wear an apron, of course, and we’d make sure that you don’t show off the tattoo on your back. We can give you a fake name. I can even come up with a catchy title for the video series.”
Using their clasped hands, he tugged her on top of him. Of course, she went willingly. He cocked an eyebrow as he stared up at her. “Gotta be shirtless?”
“Of course. I can’t be hogging all this tattooed goodness. That would be selfish.”
“You sayin’ you don’t mind sharin’?”
It was one thing for him to be on camera, another to be sleeping with a sweet butt or any other women at the same time they shared a home and a bed.
She couldn’t expect him to be exclusive during this arrangement and wouldn’t ask him to be, but she had a feeling he wasn’t having sex with anyone else. She heard the whispers of the sweet butts and side comments from his club brothers.
No matter what he did during the day, no matter where he disappeared to, he always came home. He seemed to be the type of man that if he wanted to be loyal, he was loyal to the extreme.
“I don’t consider you appearing in my videos or live streams as sharing. I consider that dishing up some eye candy. So, are you willing?”
Digging his hands into her hair, he smiled up at her. “Whatever you want, babe.”
Whatever you want, babe.
She kind of liked the sound of that.
It also made that butterfly in her stomach flap its wings even faster.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
