Page 117 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

So, last night, while they recovered from more awesome sex in his bed, he asked her to be his backpack on the upcoming run. Now that her father finally realized Vi hadn’t been fucking with him when she announced they’d been hooking up, it was as good a time as ever.

“Just so you know, Devil Dog, me being on the back of your sled will make a statement.”

“That’s the point. It’ll put any rumors to bed.”

“You’ll be showing your club brothers that I’m your regular,” she warned.

His forehead scrunched. “You’re my regular?”

“You’ve heard that term before.”

“No shit, but I didn’t realize the label would have anything to do with you.”

“Oh, grasshopper, you have so much to learn when it comes to the MC culture.”

“Is there an online course?” Amusement colored his tone.

“Nope, it’s all trial by fire.”

“Great,” he grumbled. “Can you at least explain how it pertains to you?”

“When it comes to a passenger on the back of a sled, kids are always welcome. All clubs have different rules but for the DAMC, the only women allowed to be backpacks are regulars or ol’ ladies. And of course, anyone in the sisterhood.” However, taking one of the DAMC women, not blood related, along would raise eyebrows and would start rumors, whether true or not.

“What about sweet butts?”

“Why? Do you have your eye on one of them?” she inquired, despite knowing he didn’t.

“Fuck no.”

“Sweet butts aren’t allowed. Hang-arounds aren’t welcomed on runs, either. Both can only party with the club and do other shit. And by other shit, you know what I mean.”

“And why would you be considered a regular, instead of simply one of the sisterhood coming along for the ride?”

“Because they know better. You haven’t claimed me at the table to make me your ol’ lady. They always wear a ‘property of’ cut on a run, like you’ve seen with my mom and Kyra, for example. A regular usually means the biker isn’t fucking anyone else. They’re exclusive.” For the most part. Growing up, she’d seen some of the brothers cheat on their regulars. Of course, that usually didn’t go over too well.

“Do you want to be my ol’ lady? Do you want to wear my cut?”

She turned her head on the pillow to find him staring at her.

Reaper explained. “The reason I bring this up is because your father asked if I was going to claim you at the table. I asked if that’s what he wanted. His exact words were, ‘fuck no.’ Plus, I know how independent you are and I can’t imagine you wearing my cut.”

“I have my own.”

“And are you allowed to wear it if you ride with me?”

“I guess we’ll find out. What are they going to do? Kick me out of a club I don’t belong to?”

“They could kick me out.”

“That would be stupid. But then…” She laughed. “Yeah, I could see them pulling a bonehead move like that. Or at least threatening to do it but with no follow-through.”

“Maybe it’s better if you don’t wear it.”

“Oh, now I’m going to wear it on purpose.”

“Vi…it’s not the brotherhood I’m worried about pissing off, but more your father.”

“I can handle my father.”