I shake my head in confusion. I’m pissed and trying to figure out what’s going on with her and her ex, and she’s calling out some woman’s name. "Who the fuck is Ashley?"
She holds her hands up in front of her. "Tall, skinny, big boobs. She can describe your dick piercing to a T."
I reach for her again, and she pulls away from me. "Fuck, woman. That was before I met you."
Her eyes go round, and her mouth falls open in shock. "Oh, my God. Jason, she came to Whiskey Run with you."
She puts her hand on her hip. "Answer me. Did Ashley come to Whiskey Run with you?"
I shrug my shoulders like it's not a big deal. “She came with the club.”
She laughs angrily, and her head falls back as she shakes her head in denial. "Yeah. So you can have easy access to pussy."
"That's bullshit. And you know it, Tara."
Her voice gets louder. "The only bullshit around here is what you're feeding me. Admit it, those women at your club last night, that's for you guys. That's just pussy for you guys."
How do I explain to her the inner workings of a motorcycle club? Yeah, the truth is we brought in some cherries with us. Most clubs have them.
And yeah, some of the girls choose to be shared between some of the guys. It's not anything that they're forced to do. That's what they want to do. But I have a feeling that Tara wouldn't understand that. Especially right now with how mad she is. So I put it to her as honestly and plainly as I can. "Yeah. The truth is I could have access to any pussy there at the club. That's what they're there for. But I haven't. Ashley was the past, long before I came here. I haven't looked at another woman since I saw you crossing the street and going into Sugar Glaze Bakery."
"I don’t believe you," she says.
She's leaning against the brick wall. And I put a hand on each side of the wall next to her body, caging her in. "Think about it, Mama. You believe me. I wouldn't lie to you."
She looks up at me with hope in her eyes, but we're not there yet. "How can I believe you? I don't know if I can."
I lean forward, inhaling her sweet sugary scent. "Think about last night, the two of us together. You can't tell me that that wasn't special. There's absolutely nothing that I would do to fuck that up."
I put my hand on her chest right over her heart. It's beating rapidly under my palm. "This right here, this is mine, Mama." I use my other hand and trail it down her side, along her hip, and then I cup her pussy. "And this right here, this is mine too. I don't share. And I definitely wouldn't expect you to share me either. I'm yours, and you’re mine."
Her hands go to my waist. And I secretly want to pump my hands in the air, thinking that I've made some progress. Her eyes and lips are swollen from crying. And it kills me that I'm part of the reason that she's upset like she is. She is sad as she declares, “Jason, I feel things for you that I've never felt before."
I lean in closer until her breath is hitting my cheek. "Do you think that's going to scare me off? Because it's not."
"I need time, Jason. I need to think about all of this." I lean in and press my lips to her forehead. Then I pull back and look into her eyes. "Time I can give you. But one thing I guarantee is that nothing is going to come between us, Mama. Not Mark, not Ashley, not anything. I just found you. And there's no way I'm going to let you go."
She takes a deep breath, and her body shudders against mine. She's overwhelmed. And I can see that in her eyes as she looks back at me. "I'm going to give you a day, but maybe you can call me later."
She sniffles. "I don't have your number."
I pull my phone from my pocket and search for her name in my list of contacts. I don't see a Tara. She looks almost embarrassed. “I put it under Mama.”
My dick hardens in my pants. Every time I hear the word, I think about breeding her and her getting big with my babies. "I like that," I tell her.
I send her a text from my phone. "Now you've got my number. You can call me anytime."
She nods and sniffs again. I lean in and place a soft kiss on her lips and pull back. "If you need anything, you call me."
She inhales and lets it out slowly. "Okay."
I move back and let her move from the wall. She walks around the side of the building, and I follow her and watch as she walks in the front door of the bakery. I walk down the street to where I parked my bike and get on. Somehow I've made a mess of all of this. And all I can do is hope that she comes around. She's going to have to, because I wasn't lying to her. I can't let her go.