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Jailbait to let him know to stay at the rear of the truck, I am going to pull up to the driver and get him to stop, so I can get Red's crazy ass and put her under lock and key at the clubhouse until tonight. Better yet, I have it in my mind that I am going to take her back home with me, and I am going to fuck her until she see things my way.
    Pulling up alongside of the delivery driver, I motion for him to pull over. No need to tell him twice, he knows not to fuck with us. He has been delivering beer to the Roadhouse for five years now, occasionally we give him a little strange and some change, for keeping his mouth shut about what he sees in our MC.
    I pull over in front of the truck with Jailbait in the rear. Red has her arms crossed and a look on her face that lets me know she isn't coming easily. "Red, don't make this hard on yourself, you know and I know that in about sixty seconds you are going to be on the back of my Harley. And in another twenty minutes, your nails are going to be scratching down my back as you cry out my name." I rub my days old stubble against her face. A small smile forms at the corners of her mouth. Pulling her from the truck, I throw a twenty down on the seat for the driver, for his trouble.
    She leans in close, wrapping her arms around my waist. Before I pull out she whispers in my ear, "how do you know it won't be you crying out my name?"
    "Fuck, Red, you do funny shit to my brain, so damn sexy." I say back over my shoulder.
    We get back to the clubhouse, Slim is waiting out front looking ready to unleash ten kinds of hell on my ass for storming off the grounds earlier.
    "So brother, do I need to grab Inkman, so you can brand your bitch?"
    Red is looking at Slim like he grew a second head. "I haven't ever seen Grim, chase after some strange before, hell any woman for that matter."
    "Nah brother, me and her just got some shit to work out."
    I grab a hold of Red, sling her over my shoulder again carrying her through the Roadhouse. As we pass the bar Betty throws her rag on the counter pissed and jealous she storms off, as I continue to take Red to my room. 
    Slamming her down on the mattress, I fucking growl at her. "What the fuck were you doing, you know one look at you on your own—Hook would have put a bullet between your eyes, and where would your daughter be? Where would I be if something happened to you on my watch, what then Red?" She is looking around at my room, looking anywhere but at me. My room is need of a good scrubbing, empty mason jars and dirty clothes litter the floor along with old pizza boxes.
    "I don't know, I was sitting on the steps of your place and I was looking at the kids playing, and I couldn't hurt them, I know it sounds weird but, I looked at them boys and wondered what if something happened to their family because of me." She looks astonished that I care so greatly about her and her well being.
    I'm no pussy but I'd be a liar if I said her words didn't hit home for me. I love them little shits, Rebel and Striker, as if they are my own.  I slide down bedside of her on the mattress, "don't you ever fucking leave me again, you feel me Red. Don't you ever..." I cup her face in my hands, rubbing my thumb over the cut on her lip. "Don't you think you can ever walk away from me that easily again. You are mine now, I won't force you to stay, but I sure as hell won't let you go with out doing this." Taking my time, I kiss her real slow, her mouth taste like perfection. Slowly I suck her tongue and caress it with my own tongue. Nibbling on her bottom lip, her hands travel up the back of my shirt. Her nails dig in my skin, her breathing is ragged, pulling back I shrug my cut off followed by my shirt. She doesn't waste any time showing me those perky little titties. She runs her hands over my chest, taking in all of the tattoos that cover my body.
    Swirling my tongue over her tight little pink buds, I suck on them slowly—tenderly. I'd like to take her rough, but I get the