It was sweet that she was going to cook for him. None of the club whores ever thought about feeding him, but then he never spent the night with them either. The disappointment on her face had been both cute and sad. Sadist had been torn between laughing and pulling her into his arms. He’d gone with the latter and ignored the urge to ask why she didn’t have food. They’d only been out twice and while he was starting to think of her as his, behaving that way might scare her off. Though if an hour or two at the clubhouse without warning hadn’t scared her off, he didn’t know if something as simple as his feeling she was his would scare her that bad.
Sadist maneuvered the bike through the thin traffic of Sunday morning with ease, enjoying having Beth snuggled against his back. He was tempted to
