Bred by the MC Prez (Breeding Season 5)

After going through countless clips, she stepped away, her shoulders feeling heavy. “I’m done.”

“You said you wanted to learn. You only learn through practice and repetition,” said Forge. He sat on a stool and began filling the empty magazines with new rounds he had in a bucket on the table.

“I wish I could leave all this killing stuff in your hands.”

He scowled. “You can. I told you I wouldn’t leave you unprotected. That bullshit with Hound, it won’t happen again.”

“How can you know? You had faith in Hound.”

“I was getting bad vibes from him at the end. He pissed me off. I should have trusted my gut.”

She bit her lower lip and sauntered over to him. Beth placed a hand on his knee. “What does your intuition tell you about me?”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, baby. Am I supposed to read your mind?”

“Maybe.”

There were so many things she needed to say but wanted to wait until he made the first move. Things were changing around the club. He was ruling with an iron fist, and he’d become closer with his VP. They were yet to vote in a new Sergeant-at-Arms, but Forge had made it clear to the club that she was his old lady. It was supposed to be a great honor. All she knew was it felt perfect belonging to Forge.

“If you want to say something, say it. Don’t play games.”

“There’re a few things on my mind,” she said. “First of all, I’m not sure how I should feel about being your old lady.”

He set the magazine down and sat straighter on the stool. “You still don’t forgive me? Fuck, it’s been over three weeks.”

She shook her head. “I’ve already forgiven you, Forge. I’m yours. Only yours. That will never change. But I’ve seen how some of the boys treat their old ladies. They screw around on them and the women don’t even seem to care. It’s normal to them, but it’s not normal to me. I can’t share you.”

If she saw Forge with a club whore, it would destroy her. She loved him too much.

He smirked and tugged her between his legs to hold her close. “Jealous?” Forge chuckled. “You think I want to fuck around with other women?”

“It’s club life, right?”

“Maybe for some brothers. Not all. When I committed to you, I didn’t do it lightly. I’ve been running solo my whole life, never trusting, never letting anyone in. You’ve completed me in ways I never imagined possible, made me see life with new eyes. I can’t look at any woman but you. Yeah, I’ve fucked around a lot in the past, but now that I have you, baby, you’re all I need.”

“So, no other women? Not even club pussy?”

“Hell no. I know I have a good woman. You gave me your virginity. You trust me with your life. I’ll never wander on you, Beth.”

She used the opportunity to tease him, in hopes of getting him to break on his abstinence. “Then why have you been avoiding me at night? If you moved any farther from me, you’d fall right off the bed.”

“You know why.”

“Tell me,” she said.

“The shit I said hurt you. I was an idiot. It’s important for me to show you that you’re not just a possession or something to fuck.” He ran the backs of his fingers softly along her cheek. She closed her eyes and soaked up the affection. “You’re precious, and I was a fool.”

“I love you, Forge. You don’t have to prove anything to me. I just want us to enjoy our lives together. Forget everything and move on.”

He nodded, staring into her eyes. “We should have a barbeque soon. Everyone’s been too uptight around here. You’re right about moving on with our lives.”

“Good.” Beth smiled and wiggled in closer as he sat on the wooden stool. She ran her hand down his chest and over his abs, finally wrapping her fingers around his belt. “What about us?”

“If you want me to fuck you, just ask.”

She wanted to get angry but couldn’t. “I need you.”

“You miss my cock or my mouth on that sweet little pussy?”