Page 48 of His Loyal Rebel

She pulled back, but he refused to let her go.

"I'm not having sex with them. I want you." He lowered his head. "Sleeping with you has nothing to do with you owing me. If anything, I owe you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be staying here, and you'd be free to live your life without looking over your shoulder."

"I don't want you to think I'd sleep with anyone who helps me."

He grunted. "I don't."

She worried about what he thought about her, considering he believed for the longest time that she belonged to Big. It was hard to explain her short time with Big because even to her own ears, it sounded like she was a woman who hung around bikers for sex, shacking up with any of them that would have her.

She swallowed and leaned closer. "I liked Big, at the beginning. Before he asked me to move in. He knew I was struggling to make my car payment—"

"Don't want to hear it." He kissed her forehead. "Whatever it was, it's over. If you want to talk about sex and relationships, my name better come from your lips because I'm not going anywhere."

She studied him. "You want a relationship with me?"

"Yeah, sis. I do."

Her stomach warmed. "What kind of relationship?"

The day hadn't started like she'd thought it would. She'd half convinced herself that everything they had together was nothing, and it was time for her to move on.

She hated to hope.

She wanted to believe.

She needed him to tell her.

"The kind where you're with me. In bed. Out of bed. You're mine." His mouth softened. "While you're mine, I'm not sharing. I don't want any other man touching you."

"What about you?" She blinked. "Are you going to be with other women?"

"Don't need to be. I have you."

She'd moved in with Big too fast. It'd been one of her biggest mistakes. And here she was practically living with Whip inside a clubhouse, sleeping with him, and getting upset over their fast relationship.

But the two relationships were polar opposites.

"You confuse me." She blew out her breath. "I don't know what is going on between us."

No man had ever become part of her life the way he had. He made her desperate and want to fight for him. She hated the feeling, and yet, that same reaction was addicting. She wanted to know how much deeper they could go. She wanted to explore the way he made her feel.

"I told you—"

She put her finger on his lips, shushing him. "I want you, too."

A burst of excitement filled her. She couldn't explain what was happening, but she was going to hold on to him until she understood what being with him meant to her.

The corner of his mouth lifted before he captured her lips. She kissed him back, raising up to her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her mood lifted. For today, they were okay.

Knowing she wasn't cheap entertainment for him made her feel like working harder to understand how to deal with Whip's strong personality.

They weren't so different in that aspect. She reacted badly because she felt so strongly about him.

"Uncle!"

Whip's head lifted, breaking the kiss. She held on to him, trying to grasp what stopped him when she heard squeals.

He held on to her and shifted his body, taking the impact of a child colliding with his legs. "Slow down, Rocky."