Intentions
Intentions
Samantha
The blush never leaves my face. Not through breakfast with his parents and cousins. Not when he
introduces me to some of the non–ranked brothers that he is close to. And the way he introduced me made
me blush even more.
This is my woman. Have you met my woman? I want you to meet my woman.
My heart skipped a beat every single time he said it. Then there was a big barbeque that was cooked on an indoor grill, under a covered patio, for a family cookout. I noticed a lot of the women wore property cuts. Cassie had one that said Property of Ripper, Becs had one that said Property of Dozer, and I saw Property of
Beast, and Rockstar and even Nana Kiki had Property of Butcher. I asked her about it.
“It’s when a man claims you as his wife. In the biker world, the honor of a property vest shows others from
different MC that you belong to that biker as his wife. Some actually get married too, but it’s not necessarily
needed, not in the biker world.”
I was fascinated by this. In the non–biker world I was sure my feminist friends would be up in arms, but in the
biker world it is an honor. I was told that ninety percent of the bikers that claim their woman as their Old Lady
cherish them. The woman is the biker’s world, the one they are faithful too and would do anything for. If
someone disrespects that Old Lady, it’s like disrespecting the biker. I asked about the other ten percent and
in a unison voice they all declared that those bikers are trash and have no honor.
“And what happens if an Old Lady wants to leave their biker because he cheated?” I asked.
They all laughed. “Never happens. Those women look the other way, because to be the Old Lady you are still protected by those that are honorable,” Cassie said.
“What would you have done if you caught Ripper cheating?”
“I would have cut off his balls and fed them to him,” she said with a straight face. I looked at Ripper who was
sitting next to her when I asked. He just nodded.
“She’s a scary woman, but I would never disrespect her like that, and neither would any of my brothers sitting
around here now. They would die rather than hurt their woman,” he said. All the men nodded.
I could see these women were really loved. So, when Dashawn kept introducing me as his woman, I couldn‘
help but think that one day maybe I’d be his Old Lady. Not now, of course, but maybe someday.
He kept true to his word. After a couple of hours, he’d escort me to the bathroom. Kiss me fiercely, get me all
worked up and pull out the plug. He’d wash it and hide it in a cabinet, then let me rest for about thirty
minutes instead of fifteen and then pull back into the bathroom, rile me up, lube the plug and work it in me for another two hours. By the third time, I couldn’t take it anymore. He had me so worked up that before he could take the plug out, I told him to f*ck me hard. I don’t know where the boldness came from, but I needed him. He kept the plug in, bent me over the counter, and slammed home. We both groaned, but my groan was
louder.
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“That’s it baby, let them all hear how I f*cking make you feel good.”
He grabbed me by the hips, and thrusted hard and fast. He pulled on the plug and twisted it. The orgasm
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that rushed through me was so extreme that I screamed and squirted, making a mess out of both of us. I heard a loud roar from Dashawn and then cheering from the common area and the kitchen.
He pulled the plug out of me and told me that was it for the rest of the day. My muscles needed to relax.
I was beet red coming out of the bathroom. Dashawn had a sh*t eating grin on his face as he put his arm around me and walked me to his room where we both cleaned up and changed.
Later, as we were saying goodbye, I felt kind of sad that I wouldn’t be seeing these amazing women for who
knew how long. Tawny hugged me long and hard.
“Thank you for accepting my boy. I can see he really cares about you. You won’t regret it,” she whispered in
my ear.
Now we were ten minutes from my uncle’s house and Dashawn’s thumb was caressing back and forth over my knuckles.
had a really great time this weekend, Dashawn. Thank you for my gift, and you know everything else,” I whispered to him.
He chuckled. “Everything else? Like, all the orgasms I gave you this weekend,” he said, with a cheeky grin.
I rolled my eyes and he groaned.
“Oh, Sweet Girl, roll your eyes again, and I’ll haul you over my lap right now and spank that sweet a*s of
yours.”
My eyes widened and he laughed.
“I am going to have so much fun with you.”
We pulled up to the house. He got out and held his hand out to me. I took it, and he walked me to the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning. You have until you walk into my office to give me the answer I want.”
“You can’t be serious. You really want me to move in with you?”
“You have no idea how much I want that,” he said.
He leaned down to kiss me and my door flew open.
“B*tch, you’ve been holding out on me. Who is this hottie?”
I looked over startled and then I squealed. Natalie hauled me into her arms and we hugged.
“When did you get in?”
“Roger and I got in yesterday. To my surprise, no one was here to greet me. Now answer my question,
Sammy,”
“Nat, this is my boss, Dashawn Krew.”
“I’m also her boyfriend,” he said, with a smirk.
My jaw dropped. I didn’t know he wanted anyone outside of the MC to know this.
“What are you going to keep us a secret?” he asked.
“I just didn’t know if you wanted anyone to know that wasn’t your family,” I spluttered.
Sweet Girl. Everyone will know. Everyone,” he said.
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“Whoa, that’s f*cking hot. Guess Dean is going to be upset,” Natalie said.
“Who is Dean?” I asked.
“Who in the f*ck is Dean?‘ Dashawn asked at the same time.
“Dean is Roger’s friend. I was going to set you up with him for New Years. We brought him home with us. He is sleeping in the room across from yours.”
“I think the f*ck not!” Dashawn growls. “Go pack a bag, just the essentials you need for tomorrow. You are
moving in right the f*ck now.”
“Dashawn, I’m sure it’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll think about it tonight, okay.”
“No, not okay. You will not be sleeping under the same roof as some guy I don’t know. Go. Pack. A. Bag.
Now!”
gulped, he was really seething. Natalie’s eyes were bugging out. This was not Mr. CEO. This was Dashwan “Money” Krew, the big a*s scary biker. He was still in his jeans and leather.
“Sammy, maybe you should do as the man says.”
“Hey babe, why are you standing in the doorway?”
I looked over Nat’s shoulder and there was sweet model Roger. He looked like a Greek God, literally. His jaw was chiseled. He had the perfect nose and shapely eyebrows. He was shirtless too, and he didn’t have an ounce of body fat on him. He was cut with a muscled chest, an eight pack, and an Adonis belt that was thick and pointed to the package that was in his gray sweats. Behind him was some guy that was presumably Dean. He was also shirtless, in black sweats. His body was identical to Rogers and his face was also model
perfect.
“Bag, NOW!” Dashawn barked.
I moved like my a*s was on fire. I also felt giddy at Dashawn’s jealousy. As I made my way upstairs, I heard Nat invite Dashawn in. She made the introductions and I couldn’t help the giggle that came out of me when
he said his name was Money.
I quickly emptied the bag that was in my arms and put the dirty clothes in my hamper. I packed three days‘ worth of clothes, some shoes, undergarments, pajamas, my hair and makeup products, my toothbrush and floss. I then got a couple pieces of jewelry for my outfits. I was done in fifteen minutes.
Dashawn was standing at the door, his arms crossed as he stared down Dean. Dean was trying to look everywhere else but at Dashawn. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. But before he could move, Dashawn growled at him. Like literally growled.
“Stop that,” I hissed.
“Nat, I love you. Let’s have lunch tomorrow, okay?”
“Yep, and you can tell me all about this,” she said, pointing at Dashawn with a wicked grin.
“Bring Dean, I have twin friends he can meet.”
“Samantha,” Dashawn snapped.
“Or, not. Just you then. My lunch is at noon.”
Okay, Sweets. See you then,” she said to me with a hug.
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Dashawn pulled open the door and dragged me out of there.
He quickly bundled me into the car and told the prospect to get going.
“That was a little rude,” I said.
“I don’t care. I was not letting you stay there.”
“Letting me?”
“Yes! You are mine! I will keep saying that over and over until you realize that. Have you canceled your lunch
with Mike?”
“Well, you just heard me ask Nat to meet me, so obviously I canceled it.”
“What did he say?”
“I didn’t talk to him, I just texted. He said he was really gutted. He was looking forward to us having lunch Stogether.”
“I just bet he was. Did you block his number?”
“No!”
“Do it!”
“What? Why?”
His eyes blazed at me. I knew I was being a brat, but I was really enjoying myself.
“Samantha Alyse Buchanan, you are making my palm itch, and I am going to soothe it on your pretty little
a*s. Block his number.”
“How do you know my middle name?”
“You didn’t think I wouldn’t have pulled your file the moment you left my office on your first day to learn. everything about you, did you?”
“Why, Mr. Krew, that is so inappropriate.”
“There’s going to be a lot more inappropriate things in the future, Sweet Girl. Now, for the last time, block his number,” he said, deceptively quiet.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I pulled out my phone. He watched my every move as I found Mike’s contact
and blocked it.
“Happy?”
“Immensely.”
“Insufferable,” I grumbled.
“You’ll get used to me.”
I tried really hard not to smile. I crossed my arms and counted to ten, so I wouldn’t burst out laughing. I was looking out the window when I felt his fingers on my chin. He slowly turned my face towards him.
“Don’t be mad at me. I can’t stand it.”
I couldn’t keep teasing him, he melted my heart even more with the look on his face.
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I leaned in and kissed him. He quickly scooped me up and put me on his lap.
This was going to get complicated. I had a feeling tomorrow he was going to make his intentions known. People will look at me differently. Rumors will start, but right now, as his kiss devoured me, I just didn’t care.
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