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  Hailey nestled her fingers in Rocco’s hair, she gently pressed on his head, forcing him deeper into her pussy. When Hailey’s thighs began to quiver with the beginning of her orgasm, Rocco came up for air. His dark eyes loomed over her pale thighs. Rocco gripped her knees as he pulled himself up until his waist lined up with hers. He made quick work of his belt buckle, and tossed it to the side. It clattered against the floor, and skid to a stop just in front of the metal bed frame.

  Hailey gasped as Rocco’s stiff, wide cock slid inside of her. Reflexively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her arms came to rest on his shoulders as he pumped his hips inside of her. The tip of his cock pushed against her slick bud. Hailey muffled the husky moan that rose up from her throat by burying her face into Rocco’s shoulder.

  Rocco snatched her chin in between his hands and allowed his eyes to rest on the way her eyebrows knit together, and the soft “o” shape that her lips formed as he rocked his hips against hers.

  Heavy, shallow breaths fell past his lips as the pressure began to build within his dick. Hailey’s fingernails clawed at the tight skin on his shoulders as her walls tightened around him.

  “Fuck,” he breathed. A hot, thin line of come escaped from between Hailey’s thighs and pulled onto the floor. Exhausted, Hailey fell back against the floor, she slipped one of her arms underneath her sweat soaked bundle of hair to cushion her head from the cement floor beneath her.

  Rocco pulled himself out from between Hailey’s legs. With a heavy sigh, he sat back on his knees and swept the back of his hand across his forehead. “I… wasn’t expecting that.”

  Hailey set her hand on top of her chest and said, “Me either.” She pulled her knees together and said, “What are you going to do? Your… President won’t be thrilled about this.”

  Rocco shook his head. “Hm, he might.” Rocco rose to his feet, and pulled his pants up. He walked across the room and scooped his belt off of the floor. He slipped it into his belt loop and said, “Meish had an interesting idea, before any of this,” he gestured towards himself and Hailey, “became a thought.”

  “Well, what was that?”

  “He wanted me to marry you, to unite the motorcycle clubs.” Upon seeing the look of horror that flashed across Hailey’s face, he held up one of his fingers and said, “I feel the same way.”

  He walked across the room and extended his hand towards her, she interlaced her fingers with his as he helped her to her feet.

  Hailey crossed her arms over her chest, and covered her nipples.

  Rocco said, “The whole marriage thing isn’t for me. But, I think that I could at least get the rest of the riders to back the fuck off if I let them know that you’re my Old Lady.”

  Hailey raised her eyebrows and repeated, “Old Lady?”

  Rocco nodded. “Yeah, that’s the only thing these animals will respond to. I don’t think that a fist in the face courtesy of the Chasing Spirits VP will be worth trying to get you into another one of those outfits.”

  Hailey frowned. I didn’t want to be pulled even deeper into their world. “I don’t know.”

  Rocco hooked his finger underneath her chin and focused on the uneasy look in her eyes. “This is the only way that I can guarantee you’ll be safe until all of this is over.”

  Why can’t they just stop trying to see who has bigger balls and work together? These guys don’t care who they hurt. The hardened, angry stare that she associated with Rocco had vanished. His eyes were warmer and softer. He offered her a half smile and said, “What do you think? It’s better than the alternative.”

  The image of Becca’s trembling legs as she danced on Meish’s laps flashed through Hailey’s mind. There was a thick feeling of disgust in her chest, and she shook her head. What is the alternative?

  Hailey nodded, and said, “Okay. I’ll go along with it.”

  Rocco pointed towards the door and said, “I’m going to go and grab your clothes. After that, we’ll let everyone know what we’ve decided while all of them are together.”

  Maybe the announcement will give Becca a chance to catch her breath. Hailey sighed and nodded, “Okay. Thank you.”

  Rocco pulled the door open and stepped into the hall. Hailey exhaled and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She peered around the room, and her eyes came to rest on the discarded crimson skirt that lied beside the circle of come on the cement floor.

  ***

  Hailey folded her hands together as she stepped beside Rocco. Her eyes ran over the confused and disinterested expressions of the riders in front of her. Every member of the Chasing Spirits Motorcycle Club had gathered in the meeting room, and Meish stood on the other side of the room with his eyes trained on Rocco.

  The smell of tobacco filled Hailey’s nostrils, and Rocco clapped his hand on her shoulder. He leaned into her and said, “Are you alright?”

  Hailey cleared her throat and said, “Yes, I’m fine. I just—I hope that this works.” Becca’s eyes burned into Hailey’s from the other side of the room. One of the taller riders had thrown his arm over her shoulders. A small pattern of black bruises formed a line across the fair skin on her exposed stomach.

  Hailey swallowed a lump in her throat and braced herself as Rocco clapped his hands.

  “Listen up, riders! I’ve got an announcement to make.”

  “Hurry up, Rocco! I’ve got a beer and a chick waiting on me after this!” One of the riders hooted from the crowd.

  “Very funny,” Rocco said. “I wanted to let everyone know that this one,” he jerked one of his fingers at Hailey, “is off limits.”

  A stunned silence went through the room and before the low mumbles from the back of the room could rise any higher, Rocco said, “She’s my Old Lady. I will personally spoon feed you your own balls if anyone sets a hand on her.”

  Hailey’s tongue felt dry, and a feeling of nausea spread throughout her lower belly. I’m lucky that I’m not pregnant, that’s probably the only thing that could make this whole affair any worse.

  Rocco shouted, “Do I make myself clear?”

  He was met with mumbles before he clapped his hands together and repeated, “Do I make myself clear, riders?!”

  Every man in the room shouted, “Yes!”

  Hailey blinked hard, and flexed her fingers. She fought to bring herself back to the present but her mind kept wandering to an hour before, where Rocco had slid inside of her without any thought. She allowed his bare cock to venture deep inside of her, and she allowed him to finish inside of her.

  Hailey pressed her fingers against her lower belly and scanned the room. She raised her head and peered at Rocco, who wore a confident smirk. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said, “I think that you’ll make a great Old Lady.”

  Hailey put on her best smile and patted Rocco on the back. Oh shit.

  Chapter 5

  The dulcet tones of the jazz music that played echoed throughout the room. It had been three weeks since Rocco had publicly declared that Hailey would be his Old Lady. While he was still firmly against walking down the aisle, Meish insisted that a public ceremony would at least instill more faith in members of the club, and anyone else that came into contact with the Chasing Spirits crew.

  Rocco tugged at the collar of his shirt, and fiddled with his tie. Beside him, Hailey grabbed champagne flute off of the table, and held it out to him.

  “We should probably toast, right?” She leaned into him and whispered, “So, that it’s more believable.”

  Rocco nodded and wrapped his fingers around the neck of his own glass of champagne. They clinked their glasses together, and Rocco tipped the glass back into his mouth. The sweet, expensive champagne sat on his tongue and he wrinkled his nose as he set his glass back onto the table. He turned towards Hailey and said, “What’s the fascination with this stuff? With any of this stuff? All of this pomp and ritz?”

  Meish had gone out of his way to put together the best wedding that he could. Clyde, an
d two other riders that had been apart of Chasing Spirits for years, had served as Rocco’s groomsmen. This seems like a lot for a party. Rocco took in the high ceilings of the rented hall, and the cream colored accents around the room. Hailey wore an eggshell colored dress that spilled onto the floor. Her hair had been arranged into a complicated updo, and pieces of her strawberry blonde strands dangled in front of her cheeks.

  Clyde moved towards the table with a glass of champagne in his hand. He grinned at Rocco and said, “How does it feel to be a groom?”

  Hailey smiled and patted Rocco on the thigh. She pushed her chair out and offered it to Clyde, “Here, I’ll give you guys a chance to talk. I’m, going to stretch my legs.” She offered Rocco a sweet smile and moved into the center of the room. The glossy hardwood floors revealed the scene around her. Several round tables were scattered throughout the room, and bikers were dressed in some of their finest clothes.

  Hailey shook her head. All of this for the VP’s fake big day. She picked up the edges of her dress and moved over to the other side of the room. Hailey smiled politely as she slid past chairs and tables, until she spotted Becca sitting at the edge of a table on the other end of the room.

  She waved her hands at Becca, and approached her. Hailey stuck her hand out towards Becca and said, “Becca, how are you holding up?”

  Becca grinned and said, “I’m alright. About as good as you can be when you’re attending a wedding against your will.”

  Hailey nodded, “Yeah. However, I think that things could be worse. Rocco could have decided to have me killed to prove a point to my father.”

  Becca tipped her champagne glass back until none of the liquid remained. She set her glass on the table and blinked, “Rocco isn’t like that, he isn’t like some of these animals, you can tell.”

  She and Becca shared a laugh before Becca took an h'orderve off of the plate in front of her. Becca placed the hors d’oeuvre on her tongue and said, “He seems like a good guy, seriously.”

  Hailey scanned the faces of the riders that sat at the table. While most of them men were peering about the hall or grabbing another glass of bourbon, there were a couple of riders at the end of the table that would occasionally raise their eyes towards Becca and Hailey.

  I need to be careful about what I say here. If something comes off as a little too unflattering, Becca and I could find ourselves in more trouble than we bargained for. She smoothed the billowing skirts of her wedding dress. Then this whole Old Lady charade will have been for nothing. Unless Rocco was serious about everything.

  Hailey smiled and said, “He’s great, I just wish that I’d had a bit more time to get to know him. I know that not every relationship is going to end up like the one that I had with Derek, but it’s hard to shake those memories sometimes.”

  Becca nodded and pointed at Rocco and Clyde. “I get. But, look at him, he’s tall, toned, and sexy. Let yourself live a little, and give him a shot.” She set her hand on top of Hailey’s and said, “It’s better than the alternative.”

  Hailey didn’t miss the desperate look in Becca’s eyes. Her heart sank into her stomach, and she pointed at the chilled bottle of champagne that sat in the center of the table. “Why don’t we have a drink?”

  On the other side of the room, Rocco poured himself and Clyde another glass of champagne. The gold liquid splashed against the insides of the champagne flute, and he set the bottle in between them. Rocco grinned and said, “So, enjoying all of the festivities? I know that you don’t get out from behind that desk more than once a week.”

  Clyde delivered a friendly tap to Rocco’s shoulder and rolled his eyes. “I get out, plenty. Besides, you should be one to talk. It’s not like you’re going to be getting out anymore now that you have an Old Lady again.”

  Rocco waved his hand and took a long sip of champagne. He set the glass down and licked his lips. “Nah, all of this is just for Meish. It’s for show, for the rest of the riders. Once we’ve locked everything down with the Pythons, life’s going to go back to the way that it was.”

  Clyde paused mid way into taking a sip of champagne. “Huh? You’re not going to go through with this after everything's said and done?”

  Rocco rolled his eyes. “I told you—not interested.”

  “So the bedroom eyes that you and Hailey have been giving each other have been completely fake? I’m pretty sure that no one told you to act like you couldn’t wait to get that wedding dress off of her.” With a smug grin on his lips, Clyde took a sip of champagne and frowned at Rocco’s expression. “What’s that look for?”

  Rocco shook his head. “Nothing.”

  Clyde’s eyes widened and he said, “Have you already fucked her? Is that why you’ve got that look on your face?” He pointed at Rocco, Clyde’s index finger hovered just an inch away from Rocco’s cheek.

  Rocco glowered and wrapped one of his strong hands around Clyde’s finger. “Get that thing out of my face, Clyde.”

  Clyde smirked and replied, “So, what’s this mean? You’re finally getting over Mariah?”

  Rocco winced as if he’d been struck. “No, I don’t know what it means. I just know that I’m doing what I have to do for Chasing Spirits.” Rocco sighed and pushed his chair back.

  “Where are you going?” Clyde asked. “We still have a whole bottle of champagne to finish off.”

  Rocco chuckled and said, “Have at it. I’ve got some business to take care of.” Rocco strolled across the room and nodded at Meish and a couple of other riders. He approached the table where Becca and Hailey sat together while drinking and nibbling on the fresh round of hors d’oeuvres that had been sent to their table.

  He placed his hand onto Hailey’s shoulder and bent down to whisper into her ear. “I have some business to take care of back at the club. Do you want to come with me?”

  Hailey’s red painted lips formed a tight smile before she said, “Sure.” She turned back towards Becca and said, “Looks like we’ve got to get going. I’ve got Old Lady duties.” She winked and pushed out her chair. Rocco held out his hand towards her and she grabbed it before rising to her feet.

  Becca’s lackluster smile was unconvincing, but she waved at her friend and Rocco as they headed towards the exit. “Have fun, you two!”

  Hailey interlaced her fingers with Rocco, and inhaled the spring air as they stepped outside. The sun was setting over a couple of tall buildings in the horizon, and the last few rays of sunlight dyed her dress a golden color.

  Rocco pointed ahead and said, “For all of my problems with Meish, I love that he was smart enough to book a dining hall that was just a block away from the club. I can climb out of this suit and get on my bike once we get back.”

  Hailey nodded and said, “Yes, it seems pretty convenient.” She looked over her shoulder and at the door that they’d just left out of. She redirected her attention to Rocco and said, “Thank you for doing this to keep me safe.”

  Rocco shrugged, “No problem.”

  “My only worry now is that Becca might not be so safe.” Their feet moved down the sidewalk and Hailey said, “I don’t know what they’re doing to her in there. I’ve never seen her like that before.”

  Rocco scoffed and said, “She seemed fine to me. She was drinking free booze and eating free food.” Rocco pulled his keys to the clubhouse out of his pocket.

  Hailey frowned and said, “Seriously, Rocco. I don’t know how they’re treating her when you’re not around. You can’t just leave a pretty girl like Becca alone with all of those men. You saw how Meish was looking at her.”

  Rocco sighed as they approached the clubhouse. He twisted his key into the lock and they stepped into the lobby. Hailey kicked off her shoes and collapsed into Clyde’s chair. She lifted one of her feet off of the ground and worked her fingertips into the underside of her foot.

  Rocco set his keys on top of the receptionist’s desk and said, “I’m sure that Becca’s fine. We can’t get too far if anything especially bad happens to her.”


  Hailey scowled and said, “You’re just going to let them decide what happens to her, Rocco? Why is it that you can play the hero with me but just throw her to the wolves?”

  Rocco inhaled through his nostrils and bit down on his lower lip. “You’re awful mouthy for someone that doesn’t have to be right alongside her, Hailey. Why can’t you just appreciate that I’m doing everything that I can to keep you out of trouble?”

  Hailey laughed but it was humorless. She brought her hands down on top of the desk and said, “Really? I’m supposed to be grateful that you’re doing the decent thing and keeping them from hurting me, or worse, making me into their little plaything like Becca?”