Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) Read Free Page B

with.”
    “All right.” Speaking evenly requires sheer willpower. I look to Widowmaker, who’s sitting at the bar and taking minutes. “Why don’t you tell everyone what we’re dealing with?”
    I know what it is, of course. Blowback warned me it might come up and I know every word of the damn clause.
    Widowmaker doesn’t bother with the formal language used in the Constitution but just lays out the basics. “When the prez claims a woman—not just screws her, but intends to make her his wife or old lady—his choice has to be approved by the club, because the Hellfire Riders’ president is only as strong as those who have his back. And we all know that when a woman’s behind a man, she’s just as likely to stab him as she is to stand strong.”
    “For fuck’s sake,” Zoomie mutters and earns a glance from Gunner. He’ll toss her out on her ass at the next interruption.
    Widowmaker continues, “So the woman he claims has to prove herself worthy. First she’ll do that by showing us that she’s taking him and that she’s doing it willingly. The prez can’t even touch her because that can be read as coercion. He’s stronger, bigger, and maybe it’s not so willing if his hands are on her.” He scratches his nose and tosses an apologetic look at me. “And by ‘taking him’ it means that she rides his cock until he comes inside her. The wording is detailed. Even down to the position she’s in.”
    Really fucking detailed. She’d be spread open over me, her back against my chest, her pussy and her tits exposed to every club member.
    Pure bullshit. Jenny told me once that she doesn’t want to fuck in front of the club, so I’ll never let it happen. But I bite back that response and acknowledge everything he’s said so far with a short nod. “Go on.”
    “The prez can’t touch her, but the brothers can”—he glances at Zoomie—“and our sister, too, I reckon, as we’ll be showing admiration for his woman and our support for his decision. That means kissing her, touching her, fucking her. Whatever we ask. And by accepting us, she’s showing her trust in the prez and his club, and her belief that we are all worthy.”
    Worthy? Fuck that shit. Not even one of us is worthy of Jenny. Including me.
    “So that means we start with the first question: Does this situation apply?” Wiggs asks and looks to me. My temper is riding a thin edge now and I don’t much care if they can see it. “Are you claiming her?”
    I just have to say no. I just have to say that she’s a casual fuck, a little pussy that I’m getting on the side.
    Even with a gun to my head, I couldn’t speak that lie. “She’s mine.”
    “So the clause needs to be addressed. We’ll put it on the agenda as new business for the next meeting.” The expression on Wiggs’ weathered face is hard, as if he doesn’t like this any better than I do. “You want to give them all something to think about until then?”
    Yeah, I do. This shit shouldn’t have to be spoken but apparently needs to be. “Just a reminder that the Riders have another rule in the Constitution: We don’t force women and we don’t hurt them. And fifteen years ago, the prez of the Eighty-Eight Henchmen forced my woman to the ground with his whole club watching. She fucking bled because of what he did to her. Now we’re going to ask her to ride a cock in front of another club? We’re going to ask her to take us all on?”
    In the brief pause I let fall, Beaver speaks up. “And she freaks out when someone touches her.” Heads swivel. I hold up my hand to stop Gunner from going after him as Beaver babbles on, “C’mon, you all heard the rumors about her. But I know it’s true. We went out to dinner once, one summer while I was home from OSU. I tried to kiss her and she just got all deer-in-the-headlights. She didn’t push me away but she was a second from running. Ah, fuck.” He spreads his hands, his suddenly wide eyes fixed on my face. “I didn’t get