“I won’t go into detail about what Brielle went through, because it’s her shit and when you meet her, she can tell you. But I will say this, I nearly lost her, and because of that I also promised myself I’d never be with a woman besides for sex.”
Great. So it was only supposed to be a one-night stand.
“That is until you. I might not remember anything from that night like you, but I do know that what we have is something I want. I didn’t even think I did until I saw you again. That night you had to have made an impression on me, because I’m not a man who would just go off and marry a woman without it meaning something to me.”
Wow. Okay, that’s sweet.
“Now, for the other part, I promised to tell you,” Whip sighs, his hands loosen on my hips, and he rubs his palms on my thighs.
He goes on to tell me about what happened on his last deployment. Why he left the way he did, and he explained where he’d been the whole week before he showed up at the hotel yesterday. Whip found out who I was and thought he’d screwed up majorly. He wanted to make this right. It’s why he got my dad’s phone number. He talked to my parents and pretty much took the burden of telling them of that night to save me from having to do it myself.
The walls around my heart that weren’t really even up fully come shattering down as I feel myself falling for this man. The very same man I’m married to and didn’t even know until a week ago. I can honestly say that he’s the only good thing that comes from my knowing Gigi and Salina. Maybe I should send them a chocolate gift basket as a thank you.
Nope, that’s not going to happen. Not unless said chocolate was filled with a load of laxatives.
Chapter Fifteen
Whip
Two weeks have passed since Harper and I got back from Hart’s homecoming. And in that time frame, the two of us have spent it getting to know one another. When we weren’t together, she was at the school working, while I was either at the club or here at the garage.
There hasn’t been any word, here or there about her stalker. It’s almost as if he’s completely gone, vanished into thin air. Harper hasn’t received any more' text messages, I have Nerd keeping a lock on her phone, just in case. She also hasn’t gotten any further notes. Whoever this is has to be looking out for her and know we’re watching for him or her.
With the club we’ve seen women do some crazy ass shit too.
Shit, the first night back for instance one of the clubwhores tried to start something the moment we walked into the door.
“Hey baby,” Starla, one of the new clubwhores, purrs and wraps herself around me. She’s completely ignoring the fact my woman is holding my hand, a hand I might add has stiffened letting me know without looking at her she’s tensed and ready to bolt.
I know from talking to her at lunch, she’s nervous about us giving this ago. Seeing it through. I get Harpers scared of the lifestyle but know without a doubt she’ll fit in just fine.
“Back off, Starla, I’m not your anything any you know it,” I snap, pulling Harper closer to me.
“You weren’t saying that not too long ago when you called me your favorite girl,” she pouts, running a hand up my chest, stepping into my personal space even more so. “Come on you know you want to go to your room and have a go at my pussy.”
Fuckin’ stupid bitches piss me off.
“Um, excuse me, but can you not talk to my husband like that in front of me?” Harper snipes. I hear in the tone of her voice she’s getting pissed. Hart told me to watch it with her. He knows my lifestyle and he knows his sister. She’s not one to share or allow others to touch what’s hers.
“Husband?” Starla laughs and gives Harper a once over. “Honey, you aren’t married to this man and he ain’t nothing to you. Move along and let him play with the big girls. We all know what he likes. Whereas you are nothing.”
“Please tell me she did not just say that,” Rachel grinds out. I saw her and my Prez approaching out of the corner of my eye. “Starla, I suggest you show some respect.”
“No, it’s okay. I can handle this,” Harper says all to sweetly.
Oh shit.
Looking up at the ceiling, I shake my head then look to my woman to find her eyes on me in question. I give her a wink and slight nod to go for. She lets go of my hand, steps forward into Starla’s space. The next thing I know Harper fist is sailing through the and land a sucker punch straight to Starla’s nose and grabs her by the back of her head.
“Whip is my husband, and I don’t take kindly to you treating me like I’m below you when it’s evident I have more class than you. Hell, the two women I was roommates with before moving here are a step above you, and they were both trash. I suggest, Starla, you realize now, Whip’s off limits to you and every other skank in this place. I’m his wife and I won’t put up with you, cheesy sinkholes, need to recognize that.”
By the time she finishes speaking to Starla, everyone is taking in the scene. Harper releases the Starla’s hair and gives he a shove backward. The clubwhores give my woman a glare, but she knows she screwed up when she sees no one is coming to her defense.
Huffing she storms off out of the main room, down the hallway leading to the rooms the clubwhores share.
“Welcome to the family,” Rachel says laughing her ass off as she leans into Stoney.
“Sinkhole, I like it.” Stoney chuckles.
That night Harper had been fully introduced into our lifestyle and she took to it. We stayed there at the clubhouse so I could fuck her on my bed there.
The next day after she got off work, I moved her into my room at mine and Venom’s house. Harper didn’t want to do this and threw a fit about it the whole time I stood over her while she packed enough clothes. She wouldn’t have to come back for any. Hell, the woman even fussed about doing all the yard work only to move out of her own home.
Harper kept saying she didn’t want to move into a house that wasn’t hers. Said she didn’t know Venom and Amaya very well and would feel like she was intruding on them. I explained to her the house was big enough for all of us to live in and that she wouldn’t be intruding. I even told her the house wasn’t just theirs. It was mine too.
What really got to her was when I told her it would be safe because not only would it just be me there to look out for her but Venom as well. On top of that, we have a security system where she only has a deadbolt and chain for her front and back door. Anyone could easily still break-in or simply break down her door to get to her.
Thankfully, it’s Lincoln who makes Harper feel comfortable when we first stepped into the house. He immediately started talking to her about what he’d been doing over the weekend and so on.
Harper also found out that we were expanding the house to make it bigger than it already is. The Monday after we got back from her brother’s homecoming, Lincoln asked her if he could go with her when she went to school and help her set up. The kid is a genius, and I find it hilarious how he’s got Harper wrapped around his finger. To an extent that is.
Throughout the past two weeks, Harper and I have gotten to know each other. Both in bed and out. I’ve taken my time exploring every inch of her body. I now know what makes her shoot off like a rocket and what causes her to explode around my cock quicker than anything else.