times on the mattress, testing the firmness. “Oh, this bed is much better than the sofa bed that was here before. I feel kind of like Goldilocks, a little girl who wandered into the wrong cabin.”
“Are you going to open the box or play around on the bed all day?” Flint teased, plopping down on the bed beside her.
Kendra giggled like a teenager and hastily untied the ribbon. She opened the box top and stared at what was inside. “Oh my goodness! What is this?” Kendra pulled out a heavy black leather jacket and held it up. The jacket was almost identical to the leather cut Flint wore, complete with the Steel Infidels logo. The only difference was the huge black letters on the back that read:
“Property of Flint”
Flint burst out laughing at her expression. “Are you going to give me a chance to explain what that means before you go all women’s rights and stuff on me?” he asked.
She held the jacket up to her nose and smelled the new leather. “I love the jacket,” she said. “I really do. This is beautiful.” She hid a smile. “Sure, go ahead and tell me why my new jacket says I’m your property.”
Kendra already knew the significance of the jacket and exactly what the “Property of Flint” meant in the world of motorcycle clubs. She just wanted him to tell her in his words. And to watch him squirm a little in the process.
He took a deep breath, wanting to get it right. “When a woman becomes a Steel Infidel’s “old lady”, it’s a serious commitment,” he explained. “It’s not a casual hook up or something to be taken lightly. Even though the jacket says “Property of Flint”, that’s not really what it means.”
Kendra raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything.
“It’s more of a symbol of respect for you,” he continued. “When you wear this jacket, it means you are part of the Steel Infidels. The MC is bound to protect you the same as if you were one of our crew. If you ever get into any kind of trouble, they will be there for you, always. Even if something were to happen to me down the road. The Steel Infidels protect their own. And if you accept and wear this leather cut, you’ll be part of the Steel Infidels family, too.”
“Is it okay if I sew a patch on your jacket that says ‘Property of Kendra’?” she asked with a straight face.
He shook his head and smiled, realizing she was messing with him. “That’s not the way it works, darling.”
“I know, I’m only teasing you,” she replied. “I always like to be prepared, so I did some research on my own about this. Plus, Sarah and Myrtle pulled me aside one night at the clubhouse and talked to me about it as well. They wanted to make sure I understood it was a sign of honor, not servitude, to be an “old lady” in the club. I truly love the jacket and I will wear it everywhere.”
Flint ran a nervous hand through his black hair. “Whew! I was worried there for a minute. Try it on then! Let’s see if it fits.”
He stood up and held up the jacket. Kendra turned around and slid her arms into the sleeves. He zipped her up and patted the shoulders. “So how does that feel? Is it the right size?”
Kendra smiled up at him. “It’s a perfect fit.” She shivered. “I feel so sexy in this jacket. Now all I need are some black leather boots to go with it. And maybe a pair of red leather biker gloves.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Flint replied. “I foresee a shopping trip to Atlanta in our near future. Maybe we can make a weekend out of it. Go to the zoo and the aquarium while we’re there. Anything you want to do.”
Kendra rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Thank you, Flint. I’m really touched by this. It means a lot to me. I love the MC and all the guys. The Sweet Butts not so much, but maybe they’ll grow on me.”
Flint wrapped his arms around her waist. “Did you check the pockets? The jacket has inside pockets too, with zippers for your cash and credit cards. Or pistols.
“Are you going to open the box or play around on the bed all day?” Flint teased, plopping down on the bed beside her.
Kendra giggled like a teenager and hastily untied the ribbon. She opened the box top and stared at what was inside. “Oh my goodness! What is this?” Kendra pulled out a heavy black leather jacket and held it up. The jacket was almost identical to the leather cut Flint wore, complete with the Steel Infidels logo. The only difference was the huge black letters on the back that read:
“Property of Flint”
Flint burst out laughing at her expression. “Are you going to give me a chance to explain what that means before you go all women’s rights and stuff on me?” he asked.
She held the jacket up to her nose and smelled the new leather. “I love the jacket,” she said. “I really do. This is beautiful.” She hid a smile. “Sure, go ahead and tell me why my new jacket says I’m your property.”
Kendra already knew the significance of the jacket and exactly what the “Property of Flint” meant in the world of motorcycle clubs. She just wanted him to tell her in his words. And to watch him squirm a little in the process.
He took a deep breath, wanting to get it right. “When a woman becomes a Steel Infidel’s “old lady”, it’s a serious commitment,” he explained. “It’s not a casual hook up or something to be taken lightly. Even though the jacket says “Property of Flint”, that’s not really what it means.”
Kendra raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything.
“It’s more of a symbol of respect for you,” he continued. “When you wear this jacket, it means you are part of the Steel Infidels. The MC is bound to protect you the same as if you were one of our crew. If you ever get into any kind of trouble, they will be there for you, always. Even if something were to happen to me down the road. The Steel Infidels protect their own. And if you accept and wear this leather cut, you’ll be part of the Steel Infidels family, too.”
“Is it okay if I sew a patch on your jacket that says ‘Property of Kendra’?” she asked with a straight face.
He shook his head and smiled, realizing she was messing with him. “That’s not the way it works, darling.”
“I know, I’m only teasing you,” she replied. “I always like to be prepared, so I did some research on my own about this. Plus, Sarah and Myrtle pulled me aside one night at the clubhouse and talked to me about it as well. They wanted to make sure I understood it was a sign of honor, not servitude, to be an “old lady” in the club. I truly love the jacket and I will wear it everywhere.”
Flint ran a nervous hand through his black hair. “Whew! I was worried there for a minute. Try it on then! Let’s see if it fits.”
He stood up and held up the jacket. Kendra turned around and slid her arms into the sleeves. He zipped her up and patted the shoulders. “So how does that feel? Is it the right size?”
Kendra smiled up at him. “It’s a perfect fit.” She shivered. “I feel so sexy in this jacket. Now all I need are some black leather boots to go with it. And maybe a pair of red leather biker gloves.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Flint replied. “I foresee a shopping trip to Atlanta in our near future. Maybe we can make a weekend out of it. Go to the zoo and the aquarium while we’re there. Anything you want to do.”
Kendra rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Thank you, Flint. I’m really touched by this. It means a lot to me. I love the MC and all the guys. The Sweet Butts not so much, but maybe they’ll grow on me.”
Flint wrapped his arms around her waist. “Did you check the pockets? The jacket has inside pockets too, with zippers for your cash and credit cards. Or pistols.
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