Sanctum: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (27 page)

"You wanna be my ol'
lady, don't you," he asked, although the way he said it made it sound like
more of a statement than a question. 

"Umm, well, "
Madison stammered, tripping over her words.  She wasn't sure what to say, she
still wasn't sure what she wanted to do or if she was in over her head.

Dax cast a sidelong glance
at her and then stopped short.  She stopped as well.

"Did I imagine your
hand in my pants on the way up here?" he asked.

"No," she said. 
"I'm just not sure..."

"What?  Whether your
mother would approve?  You want to go back to your nice little house with your
happy parents and exciting bartending job?  That's fine by me.  You have a cell
phone, call yourself a cab."  Dax started to walk towards the house.

Once again, he had read
her soul and knew exactly what it was she was thinking.  It would be a big
disappointment to her parents if she hooked up with a biker, and they had
always been happy and good to her.  And she did live in a nice, safe little
house.  

But that's why she had
gotten the bartending job in the first place.  That wasn't enough for her.  She
was drawn to this life.  And even though she barely knew him, she was drawn to
Dax.

"Wait!" she
called.  Dax paused.  "Yes," she finally said.

"Yes, what?"

"I-I want to be your
old lady."

He didn't turn around, or
even acknowledge her, he just started walking again.  Madison hurried to catch
up.  "So I'm still not sure what we're doing here?" she said, looking
for some kind of attention from the man.

"First things first,
you gotta meet the prez.  All the potential ol' ladies do."

"What for?"

Dax laughed.  "Ain't
no point being the king, if you can't sample the wares," he said.

Madison scrunched up her
face in confusion.  What the hell was he talking about?  Sample what wares? 
Then it hit her.

"Wait, what?  You
don't mean... like... I have to have sex with him, do you?  I don't even know
who he is?"

Dax smiled and turned to
her as they walked, the house only a few feet away now and the door was still
open after Troy had gone in.  "You didn't really know me, either," he
said.

"Ya, but-"

"You really don't
know anything about the MC."

They got to the door and
Dax stepped aside, gesturing her forward.

"The president gets
to sample everything before he decides whether it's good enough for one of his
men," he said, pushing her forward.

Madison crossed the
barrier and walked into a large open room.  Standing around were about ten
other bikers, each clad in matching leather jackets and adorned with a variety
of tattoos.  Troy stood among them, a big smile on his face.  Most of the other
men were grinning as well, and each of them letting their eyes roam over her
body, although most were focused mainly on her tits.

"And before the
president decides to grant one of his men sole ownership of an ol' lady, he
first lets all the other members have a turn so that no one misses out..."

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