His fingers wrap around my upper arm and he guides me toward the door. I keep my head high and my strength up. Fear doesn’t hold a place in this moment and somehow this doesn’t feel like I’m the sacrificial lamb.
Excitement pulses through me and the words my father once told me enter my brain; “You’re worthy of a great leader, and time will tell who this man will be.”
And in this moment, my gut tells me Ramsey is a great leader. He might be an arrogant, ruthless asshole, but he did hear me out and handles things in his own way. He brought my mother to the hospital and talked to me about the deal before laying it on my father. His actions up till now give me the gut feeling this man is a good match for me.
Even if I hate his guts. I guess every arranged marriage doesn’t involve love because that emotion is lost in a world tainted with crimson.
CHAPTER SIX
– RAMSEY –
Brodie, Glenn, and Fraser are waiting in front of church when I bring Meribeth with me into the main room of the clubhouse. A handful of brothers are hanging around, all of them are aware of what’s coming.
We’ve discussed it in church and decided I should claim her as my old lady so we are one step ahead of Logan Bane and are now the one with the direct link to the weapon pipeline. Not to mention it’s a big, fat “fuck you” toward McVay.
The smile on my face hasn’t faded since I told the fucker. He didn’t verbally agree or so much as acknowledge my claim but it’s set in stone; she’s mine. Meribeth might think she struck a deal with me but she never had a say in any of it.
Brodie is wearing a shit-eating grin. “Ready?”
I lift my chin. “I’m always ready.”
Guiding Meribeth into church, I let my eyes slide to the table where I’m about to place her on to take her virginity with my brothers present. I’m not ashamed to say my cock has been hard since the second I decided to take her as my old lady.
Not only has this woman triggered something primal inside me from the first time I laid eyes on her, but her feisty mouth, survivor, and fighting skills are a huge turn-on. She’s a beautiful tornado in a sea of flowers, sidestepping the fucking butterflies to harm only those who dare to disrupt the serenity of her heart and soul.
I can feel she’s ready by the determination in her step. Her body vibrating with electricity that’s shooting heat from her eyes and it’s all directed at me. I can’t wait to bury myself deep and feel her hot and wet pussy wrapped around me, spiraling into the orgasm I’ve been craving since she threw her attitude my way.
I place her in front of me and face my brothers who are standing on the other side of the table. Maribeth is wearing one of my shirts and due to her height, it falls mid-thigh. It’s perfect since it gives me easy access while at the same time keeps her body covered from the rest of these fuckers.
We might have a rule about publicly claiming an old lady, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to share her body or so much as give anyone a glimpse of what’s mine and mine alone. And to be honest? I’m fucking thrilled my woman is a virgin; all her firsts are mine to claim and I’m going to be the only man she’ll ever have from here on out.
I place my fingers over the nape of her neck and pull her close, leaning in to feather my lips against her skin and eventually place my mouth right next to her ear. “Ready to be mine?”
She fucking shivers against me. Yeah, no damn way is she unaffected. Deal in place, arranged marriage, or whatever the fuck it is what we have here aside…she wants me or her body wouldn’t react the way it does.
Some would prefer to do this behind closed doors but there’s something primal in our way of claiming. It’s like marking your territory, your property, my fucking woman and letting it show she belongs to me and no one else.
But it’s also a message of brotherhood. The woman is shielded and protected by all the brothers and they give their loyalty by showing us they have my back as well as hers. They might hold her in place for me but their eyes are faced on whatever might come our way and won’t fucking stray. The hell what anyone else might think about our laws and standards; we live by our own rules.
“I thought I already was,” she says with a hint of taunt on a breathless whisper.
A chuckle slips past my lips as I grab her waist and lift her up to plant her ass on the table. I step in between her legs, giving her no other option than to make her spread wide for me.
“You are,” I rumble. “But in a moment you will be marked and so full with my cock, you’ll be forever branded as mine.”
She swallows hard and surprises the fuck out of me when she jabs a finger against my chest. “Stop yapping and start claiming.”
Brodie snickers and I raise my head toward him, noticing the door is closed.
“Open the door, VP,” I order. “I want everyone to hear the president’s old lady scream for her old man.”
“Jesus,” Meribeth mutters and her cheeks are burning.
I wrap my hands around her wrists and push her back against the table. Moving her arms over her head, I nod at Brodie and Fraser to each grab hold. Meribeth gasps and I’m not liking the look on her face as she checks why and how they are keeping her in place.
Sliding my hand underneath her shirt, I find the underside of her breast and gently brush my thumb back and forth and rumble, “Eyes on me, Meribeth.”
Her legs are clamping down on each side of my waist.
I pinch her nipple and add a snap to my voice. “Eyes. Right fucking here.”
Her blue eyes collide with mine.
“That’s it, Wifey,” I croon.
Fuck. I wasn’t planning on giving her that type of endearment but it does give me her full attention now. Leaning forward, I place one hand on the table next to her fantastic tits to balance myself as I let my free hand wander over her body.
Her eyes widen when I stroke between her legs. I’m betting she remembers exactly how I made her come the last time because the fabric of her panties is fucking soaked. Her tits rise and fall and I do hate the fact I can’t rip off her t shirt and suck on one of her nipples.
A small price to pay but worth it because her body belongs to me and it’s not for anyone else to look at. I fist the material and bring my other hand underneath her shirt to tear her lace underwear to shreds.
“That’s better,” I murmur and coat my fingers with her wetness by sliding through her folds.
A smile spreads my face when I feel her squirm and seek more friction. Yeah, my woman is no shy virgin or tainted with fear of what’s to come. Sliding one finger inside her, it’s fucking heaven to feel her tight pussy clenching around me.
“Damn, woman.” I suck in a choppy breath and fingerfuck her. “You’re going to strangle my cock and I can’t fucking wait.”
A low moan tumbles from her lips and holy hell, her lips part and she slides the tip of her tongue over them as her eyes roll into the back of her head. Motherfucker. Talk about sexy as hell as she starts to grind on my fingers to demand the pleasure she’s getting from my thumb rubbing slow circles over her clit while my fingers pump in and out of her body.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Ride my fingers and I’ll give you the reward you seek.”