Page 41 of Hook

Hook opens his mouth to speak, but Semi cuts him off, answering the question for him. "Oh, you know, ball and chain, lifetime subscription to Nag Town, wifey." Semi smiles wide as he picks up another spoonful of eggs and shovels it into his mouth.

"Wifey?" I stare at Hook, and his jaw clenches, letting me know that what Semi says is true.

Suddenly, my appetite is gone, and I excuse myself from the table. Just earlier, I was worried about him wanting to be with me after all this is over, only to find out now that not only is he planning on staying in a relationship with me, but apparently I'm a married woman now.

What the fuck is that?

"You fucking asshole. Wait until I get you alone; I'm going to fuck you up," Hook threatens Semi, but I don't turn back to look at him. It's obvious he wasn't intending to let me know that, but everyone else knows. When did he make this decision, and what exactly does that mean for me? What am I going to be expected to do? What if I'm the one who wants to be free of him? Is he going to turn on me the same way Lance did?

The questions fly through my head as I make my way to Hook's bedroom. I slam the door behind me, getting more and more pissed off as the seconds tick by.

Moments later, the bedroom door opens again, and Hook walks in. He leans his back against the closed door and crosses his arms over his chest.

I wait for a second for him to say something—anything—but he just looks at me. He's going to let me take the lead on this. So be it.

"When the hell were you going to tell me that I was your wifey?" I nearly screech at him.

"There was no need to tell you. The decision was made already."

"How the hell can a decision like that be made without my consent? You know I'm not a piece of property, right? I'm a person. I have thoughts and opinions, too." I walk right up tohim and point my finger into his chest, trying to get my point across.

"You already gave your consent. I told you that you were mine. Did you forget? You agreed. Did you think I was fucking with you?" Hook has the nerve to laugh, and it takes everything in me not to smack him across the face.

"That's not saying I want to be your wife. You know it's not the same thing." I shake my head, but he reaches out and grabs my waist.

I don't even realize he's spinning me so I'm trapped against the door until it's too late. I've got a million and one worries racing through my head; number one is feeling like I'm being trapped again.

"It is the same thing—for me and this group. The only time one of us claims a woman is when we make them our ol' lady. With that title, not only will I make sure that no one fucks with you, but so will the rest of the club. You'll be safe no matter what happens."

He pinned me to the door, his body pressed against mine.

I've never met anyone who knows how to use his body better than Hook. Every time he's near me, it's like I forget everything I'm supposed to be worried about.

I shake my head, trying to get out of the haze I'm feeling being this close to him. "Hook, you know it's too fast. We're not ready for this," I whisper.

"Who says? I know what I'm ready for. I know I'll do anything and everything to protect you, even give up my freedom. I've never met a woman who manages to reach into the shit that I callmy life and bring me out into the light. Every time you're in the same room as me, my entire fucking world drops away. What's the point of waiting and flip-flopping like a little boy? I know what this is, Bea. Don't you?" He uses his leg to spread mine so his thigh is pressed right against my core. I suck in a breath and let my head fall back as I look up into his eyes. I want to trust him, want to believe what he's saying, but the last time I did, it was with Lance, and that ended so badly.

"You don't know me. I could be all wrong for you. I'm too much work."

He chuckles in that deep voice as he rubs the side of his face against my skin. His whiskers scratch and set me on fire.

"You're wrong again. I know you. I know exactly what you want. I know what makes you mad. I know what makes you happy. I know when you're scared. I know when you're turned on. I know how to make you scream." He slides his hand into my sweats, and once again I'm soaked. I really need to learn how to get a grip on my hormones when I'm around him, but he's right. The man has my number.

I whimper and let my hands drop to his waist so I can get his belt.

He laughs and quickly pushes my sweats down.

"Tell me you don't want to be my woman. Tell me, and I'll stop."

"I... I..." I stutter, not sure how to answer.

He lifts me so my feet are no longer on the floor, and my bare legs are wrapped around his waist as he lines himself up with me. "Tell me this doesn't feel perfect," he mutters against my lips.

He slides into me slowly, and with my back pressed against the door, I've got nowhere to go; I just have to take what he's giving me.

He's right; it feels like heaven each time he is inside of me.

"Are you mine?" Hook asks as he slowly thrusts up into me over and over.