Page 26 of The Biker and the Professor
The club continues barreling in the same direction, year after year. I’ve lost my faith in Judge, in the word of the club. Damn straight I’m halfway out, and Cookie doesn’t like that, so she brought Toni here out of spite.
“There are some things that I’d just like to keep tomyself.” I out my cigarette in my palm. “Keep outta my damn life, Cookie.”
Judge and Onyx glance back and forth between us. “Someone wanna tell me what the hell’s going on?” Judge grumbles, sounding grumpy as always.
Cookie waves her hand as if annoyed. “Eh, he’s just pissed because I brought his Steady to the bonfire.”
Onyx’s copper-colored eyebrows shoot up. “You’ve got a Steady?”
“Yeah,” Cookie answers before I can. “She’s his college professor, too.”
Judge looks both shocked and amused. “That true? You bangin’ your teacher?”
“No wonder the Club Cats have been whining about your lack of interest.” Onyx chuckles his freckled face off at my expense. “You’ve found yourself aSteady.”
A growl in my throat, I bark, “Piss off. All of you.” I stab a finger at Cookie. “And you, stay the hell away from my woman.”
She rolls her eyes, unphased. SheisCookie after all. “First of all, I knew her before you. And second of all, she’s my friend.” She combs her skinny fingers through her ginger waves and sighs. “I admit, I brought her here to piss you off, but also because I care about her. She needs to see what she’s getting into. You might be on your way out—we can all see that—but until you do that officially, you’re still one of us. And before we can accept her, she’s gotta accept us.”
I cut my gaze to Judge. “You gonna check your sister or not?”
He just shrugs. “Sorry, Grunt, but I’m with her on this. Until you turn in your cut, you’re still my son.”
“And you’re still my brother,” Onyx chimes in. “Cut or no cut.”
Damn it all to hell.
As much as I hate the dealings of the club, the lack of progressiveness, and have outgrown the overall lifestyle, these people are still family. The only family I know. I care about them as fiercely as they care about me. This is their way. This is how they love, and I’ve got no reason to push back other than the need to keep my girl to myself.
Truth is, it would have lasted only so long anyway before they found out about her and made my business their business. That’s what happens when you’ve got a big, nosy family.
Accepting defeat, I grumble, “You’re all a pain in my ass.” Then drag my angry ass back to the studio.
When I strip down and crawl back into bed, Toni rolls over and cuddles into me, her head on my chest.
With her eyes still closed, she mumbles, “You went to see her, didn’t you?”
I tangle my fingers in her soft curls and kiss the top of her head. “Who, babe?”
Through a sleepy sigh, she murmurs, “I can’t share you, Nero. I won’t.”
It’s only when I’m on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness, that I realize she’s talking about Kendra. She’d seen me with my arm around Kendra and completely misread our relationship.
Crazy girl. If only she knew…
Chapter 10
Toni
I’d almost forgottenwhat it’s like to have butterflies.
I feel like I’m sixteen again—young, dumb, and perpetually horny.
That’s right, Nero has been both giving me butterflies and fueling my rapidly increasing sexual appetite. Like a drug, I grow more and more addicted with each encounter. More and more attached with each sleepover. More and more obsessed with each touch, each command, each time I’m made to beg.
Yep, I’ve become a proud beggar, submitted completely. Because he’s proven to me that I can trust him with my body, my pleasure, my orgasms. That though he’s in control, my consent is more valuable. So, I beg and I crawl and offer up myself like a sacrifice in his presence.
My only issue with this “thing” we’ve got going so far, is Nero’s taciturnity. He’s not a talker. His “street name” is so exasperatingly befitting it’s insane. Most of what I know and understand about him are either from what I pick up during the times we spend together or through Cookie.
