Joey kisses my cheek as the last customer leaves. I grab the cash bag an walk to Lucas's office, Joey following close behind. Lucas is in a heated argument with someone. Joey pulls me into the office. I stand awkwardly by the couch as Joey lounges there. Lucas slams down the phone receiver," Fuck, Reap, you're moving to The House." Joey straightens up," What happened?" he asks sternly. I walk to Lucas's desk an set the money bag on the wood desktop. " They found the hideout. They trashed it a fucking," he stops an glances at me," The clothes are fine. I have Death an Skull there getting your belongings. Your room is still in The House, head there an try to sleep." Lucas runs his fingers through his hair. " Laura, what do you plan to bring tomorrow? I'll have someone go shopping for the stuff you need." Joey looks at me confused" Fuck, I forgot." I turn to Joey," We are attending a potluck tomorrow at Lucas's." I tell Joey. He nods an stands up. I turn back to Lucas." I'll just text you everything I need. I think I'll make brownies." I hear Joey moans," I fucking love your brownies." He wraps his arm around mean leads me out the office door. I slip on my jacket an run to the truck. Joey had it heating up. I sit next to Joey in the cab of the truck. He sets his hand on my thigh an I lean my head on his shoulder. He heads out of town. "How many people live in The House?" I ask in the silence of the truck. Joey makes a right turn to leave the city limits," There are about twenty bikers living there. There is at least five there at all times. I can't figure out how they figured out the hideout. I'm sorry, baby, if I know this would have happened I would have never touched you." He glares into the night. I take his hand in mine an intertwine our finger," I would have touched you though." I whisper. His hand moves high up on my thigh. I smirk," But, I don't know if I can get in the mood with some many people around to hear me moan your name." I say. Joey glances at me," Oh, they'll hear you yell my name. Then they will know you are mine." He turns onto a dirt road we drive down it for fifteen minutes. when we pull into a large driveway. It has nothing but bikes parked along a two-story building. I count at least twenty bikes. Joey steps out of the truck an pulls me after him. He wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap my arms around my body. We walk up the porch. It was almost one in the morning an there was loud music playing. Joey walks in with me by his side. The living room is trashed. There are fifteen bikers in the room six having women on their laps, most on the verge of having sex. Joey pulls me closer to his side as some of the men begin to look me over. I shutter an get as close as I can to Joey. "I call dibs after you are done, Reaper." One of the bikers with a female on his lap yells over the music. I tense a Joey stops an glares at the biker," Pig, if anyone fucking touches her I'll cut their goddamn throats, understand?" The biker nods. Joey pulls me up the stairs. He walks halfway down the hall stops, opening a door he pushes me inside. The bags that were in the hideout are now on the bed, clothes an trash litter the floor. Joey walks to the bed an starts throwing bags on the floor. He stops at one an hands me a regular pair of panties. I push down my pants an thong, gladly putting on a pair of regular underwear. I pull off Joey's shirt an take off my bra. Joey hands me another one of his shirts. I pull it over my head as Joey finishes throwing the last of the bags off the bed. I crawl into the bed, the music downstairs hardly heard. Joey crawls in behind me an wraps himself around me. He kisses my cheek," I love you." he whispers. " I love you too," I mumble as I drift off to sleep.

I wake up to Joey wrapped around me. I stretch an move his arm. I stand an look around the room. It was a mess. There was dirty clothes, empty beer bottles, a trash everywhere. I sigh an walk over to a dresser pulling out a pair of Joey's sweatpants, slipping them on. I roll them up a couple of times. I walk back to the bed an straddles Joey's waist. " Joey, baby, wake up," I say as I kiss his neck. He moans an grabs my waist," Sleep, baby doll, just a little more." I kiss him lightly on the lips," Baby, I have to bake and if you are good I'll let you lick the bowl." I whisper in his ear. He moans," Can I lick you instead?" I kiss his neck,"Yes, now get up, Big Guy." I stand up a step off the bed. He sits up his hair is a mess. I wait for him to get dressed. He just slips in a pair of jeans that were on the floor. He opens the bedroom door for me an leads me downstairs. He takes me into the kitchen. The kitchen is a mess. There are dishes everywhere, empty beer bottle and trash. Joey looks in the refrigerator, pulling out a box of pizza. I sit quietly at the counter. Joey slides the box over to me. I look down at the pizza. I slowly take a piece an take a bite. Joey scarfs down three slices. I finish my first piece," Hey, Big Guy, I need to borrow your phone." I say, plucking up another piece of pizza. Joey pulls his phone out, sliding it to me. I pick it up a text Lucas the ingredients I need. I finish my second piece an look at Joey. " Either you can stay down here an help me clean the kitchen or you can go clean your room," I say, standing up. Joey walks around the counter," Babydoll, it is not your job, wait a few hours an I'll have a few guys come to clean it up." He kisses my cheek pulling me to him. I push him back an look at him," Room or kitchen? I don't have time to wait a few hours." He sighs," I'll be in my room." He turns an begins walking" If I go up there it isn't clean I'll beat you." I say a smile " I might have to spank you for not listening to me." He says over his shoulder. I feel myself blush. I look around the kitchen an start to throw away the trash. The bag quickly fills an I tie it up. I set the bag away from the cleaning area. I next clean off the counters an cabinets. I hear footsteps stomp down the stairs. It was a female. She yawns an is in someone's shirt. She stops when she sees me. Her red hair is sex crazed her pale skin has hickies on it. " Hi, do you need any help?" She asks. I nod my head," When you wake up. If you don't mind." I say as I scrub a pan. She sits down on a stool at the counter. She rubs her eyes an watches me. It takes her a good twenty minutes to wake up before she grabs a bucket an rag. She begins to scrub the cabinets that looked like they hadn't been clean in years.