by Marie James
“That’s why you looked irritated when Chains mentioned them in church last night.” I nod. “And Smalls actually told you all of this.”
I smile because he knows better. Smalls rarely ever fucking talks. “He sent it in an encrypted email that was harder to read than a fucking encoded kite in prison.”
“Wouldn’t know,” he says standing with a quick tap to my back. “I’ve never been to prison.”
“Keep it that way.” He looks back over his shoulder at me. “Dead is dead. Remember that when you get to Andover. We need you here, not serving life in Cedar Junction.”
Chapter 18
Candi
Leaning in closer, I press a finger to the bags under my eyes. Even in the perfect light in Molly’s bedroom, I can see dark circles under my eyes. I can’t blame the shadows on low lighting.
“Gross,” I mutter as I reach for her foundation and brush.
The brush falls to the ground when a loud knock, followed by hushed whispers and a giggle come from the other side.
“It’s open.”
Refusing to face them, I bend over to grab the brush.
“Where’s Molly?” I point toward the bathroom, unable to face Xena when she asks.
I’m not mad at her. She lives here. She works here. Last night she was only doing what was asked of her. I’m just upset over the entire situation.
“Hangover?” Legs asks.
“I didn’t know you took your mouth off TJ’s dick long enough to notice us walk by last night,” I tease her.
She giggles, turning her eyes to her hands. “I didn’t. He just said something about it later.”
“No,” Molly grunts as she opens the bathroom door and sees the other girls in her room. “I don’t have the energy for anything today.”
“Don’t put that on,” Xena orders, touching my arm before I can lift the brush to my face. “We’re having a salon day.”
“We get to leave?” Hope fills my voice as I finally turn to look at her.
Her small smile fades. “We have a room with amenities at the clubhouse.”
I scrunch my nose at her, but the broken nail on my hand pleads with me.
“I could use a pedicure,” Molly says, “But the second my stomach rolls from the chemical smells, I’m leaving. The last thing I need is to throw up.”
“Again,” I clarify. “You’ve been barfing all morning.”
Molly flips me off before whipping her t-shirt over her head and getting dressed.
“Xena calls it a room, but it’s incredible.” Molly smiles at me with a quick nod of her head as if I need to be encouraged to be pampered. “Hands, feet, face, massages. Anything you can think of.”
“Waxing,” Legs sighs.
“I do it all,” Xena says holding her hands out. “You in?”
Her look is pleading as if she’s begging me not to be mad about last night.
Teasing, but with a brazen edge, I hold up my broken middle finger. “I’m a little pissed I’m just now finding out about this damn room.”
“Prez mentioned your broken nail last night.” Her jaw snaps shut. “I promised him we’d get it taken care of.”
I have no idea how I should feel about this news. I just push it out of my head and give her a weak smile.
“Are you going to change?” Legs asks as I walk toward the door.
“Change?” I look down at the yoga pants and tank top I’m wearing. “Why should I change?”
“All of the guys are around. You don’t want them seeing you so—”
“So what?” I snap.
“Relaxed?” Her eyes dart to Xena for help.
“I’ve got no one out there to impress,” I mutter before heading out into the hallway.
“Sometimes more is less,” Xena says at my back as we walk down the stairs. “Her ass looks great in those leggings, and there’s no way to hide that fantastic rack of hers.”
“True,” Legs agrees as we make it out on to the front porch, but I can tell she doesn’t fully agree.
“This is amazing.” With my eyes closed, I tilt my head back on the headrest. “I could spend every second in here.”
The bubbling heat around my ankles is blissful, and I’m in line to have a massage by Xena once she’s done torturing Legs during her waxing.
“Oh hush,” Xena snaps when Legs yelps like she just ripped her clit off. “It doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“Any idea what color you want?” Vixen has been taking care of my nails while my feet soak in the salon grade pedicure chair. Molly groans, totally relaxed beside me in an identical chair.
“I was eyeballing that pretty jade color a few minutes ago,” I tell her without opening my eyes.
“Prez wanted pink,” Xena says from across the room.
My eyes snap open. Surely, she isn’t talking to Vixen, but her focus is on me when I look at her.
“Excuse me?”
“Prez said last night to make sure you get a pink polish.” Xena smiles. “Something about the perfect shade of your pussy or some shit.”
The mixed emotions that I struggled with earlier pop back up.
“I think the jade will be best,” I tell Vixen before closing my eyes again.
“Atta girl,” I hear Xena say right before Legs yelps again.
“Candi, this is for those circles under your eyes,” a female voice says as I smell something fruity just before a soothing mask is situated over my eyes.
“Wow,” I moan. “Now I know why you gals never leave.”
“I’m here for the dick,” Legs says from across the room.
We all chuckle at her candor.
“These girls knew exactly when to ask Cowboy for shit,” Molly says. “He’d give them the world depending on his coke to blood ratio.”
“Cowboy?”
“My dad,” Molly answers.
From what I’ve gathered from people chatting around the clubhouse, everyone hated the man, but there wasn’t much anyone could do about it since he was the president until recently. I presume Lynch took over the position since he’s the oldest.
“We didn’t abuse it,” Xena clarifies. “He bitched about the bills from the salon for manicures, so I mentioned Vixen’s interest in cosmetology.”
Lifting my head, I pull the cold mask from my eyes and look down at Vixen. “He put you through cosmetology school?”
Vixen huffs and shakes her head. “Lynch put me through school, but Cowboy never had to bitch about the salon bills anymore.”
“He sent me to school for massage therapy,” Xena adds.
“And for waxing?” I ask as Legs hobbles down from the table and Xena begins to sanitize it.
“YouTube taught me to do that,” Xena laughs.
“And I got stuck at some girls only fucking private academy,” Molly mutters.
“No boys?” Legs hisses. “Fuck that.”
I smile, remembering that she’s as new to the clubhouse as I am.
“That didn’t stop us from finding guys.” I smile over at my friend before remembering exactly why we’re here. My smile drops, and she glares at me.
“Excuse me?” Piper chimes in for the first time since we arrived.
She doesn’t have any makeup on today. Her fresh face reveals the hairline wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. It’s the only thing revealing that she’s decades older than the rest of us. Her body is fit, and her hair is always perfect.
“She’s joking,” Molly lies.
“Your dad sent you there to keep you away from boys?” Legs is still stuck on the fact that the school we went to in Andover was girls only. I’m grateful for the reprieve from Piper’s questioning gaze. I need to touch base with my friend later and find out specifically which topics are safe and which ones aren’t.
“Lynch sent me to Andover,” Molly answers. “Cowboy was too stoned most days to remember he had a damn daughter.”
My friend pulls her feet from the basin and dabs them dry with a towel.
“God
rest his soul, he was a difficult man, but your father loved you,” Piper says.
“You’re fucking my brother,” Molly snaps as she walks toward the door. “Stop mothering me.”
Silence fills the room until Legs says, “Awkward,” and leaves.
Piper follows shortly behind
Vixen paints my fingernails, dries my toes, and adds polish to them before handing me the bottle and disappearing herself.
“I sure know how to clear a room,” I mumble, turning over the Made in Jade nail polish in my hands.
“There’s a lot of history between Molly and Piper,” Xena says. “Did you mention needing a massage?”
She holds up a bottle of oil with a purple label.
“Lavender?” I ask as I stand.
“I also have coconut, honeydew, and hibiscus.”
“Lavender is perfect,” I respond.
“Well,” she gives me a sweet smile, “Can’t do much with clothes on. Strip and get on the table.”
I don’t even bother folding my clothes. I just pull them off and place them wadded up in the nearby chair. Nudity isn’t a big deal for me, and even if it was before, I got over it years ago at an all-girls school.
Face down on her table, I position my arms by my sides and my face through the oval void in the headrest.
Warm, strong hands stroke over my skin. She doesn’t miss a muscle group on my back as she digs in deep, forcing my body to relax.
“That’s so good,” I praise when her hands leave me, and I hear her pump the bottle of oil.
“You’re too young to be this damn tense.”
Her hands run over my ass and work my thighs. It takes everything in me not to spread my legs a few inches when she works my inner thighs, and her fingers brush over my center.
Disappointment fills me when she moves lower, pressing her fingers into my calves. Vixen rubbed my feet earlier when I had my pedicure, so she stops at my ankles.
“Turn over,” she instructs, handing me a small towel to keep the overhead light out of my eyes.
My upper shoulders and arms are next. I’m boneless under her hands.
“Sorry,” she whispers when her hands brush over my nipples on her way down my sternum.
A moan escapes my lips when she digs in deep at my hips bones.
“Feel good?” Her tone is breathy, aroused.
“So good,” I answer when her fingers brush my nipples again.
I’d be embarrassed at my growing arousal, but the fact that she may be turned on as well soothes that voice in my head that tells me this is wrong.
Her hands ghost down my body once more, rubbing the sweet-smelling oil on my thighs. Timing it as perfectly as I can, I let my legs widen with each outward stroke as if the rotation of her hands on my skin is forcing them open.
“Now I know what Prez was talking about.” Her fingers trace the line where my thigh meets my body. “Such a pretty pussy.”
One finger sweeps over my seam, and my hips buck up of their own accord.
“Legs told all of the girls that Prez was addicted to the taste of you the second his mouth got close.” I moan again. “Can I have a taste?”
“Please,” I pant, feeling like I’m going to die if I don’t find some release soon.
Hot, wet heat surrounds me. My hands squeak on the table, unable to find purchase with the oil coating them.
“Xena do you have that—”
My body freezes at the sound of Lynch’s voice near the door. I’m thankful that the top of my head is pointed toward the door, that way I don’t make eye contact with him when I jolt and knock the hand towel off my eyes.
The rush of light makes everything real and less fantasy.
“Don’t let me interrupt.” His voice is husky, full of arousal, just like it was last night when I went to his room.
Chapter 19
Lynch
My cock is hard the second I walk in the room and see Xena’s head lowered to Candi’s decadent pussy. I know just how intoxicating and addictive her taste is, and I’m not surprised Xena has managed to wedge her tongue in there.
My mouth waters relentlessly for a taste, but I’m not one to ruin anyone’s fun.
“I don’t think—” Candi begins to sit up, pushing Xena’s head away. Disappointment fills the black-haired girl’s blue eyes, and I see a flash of recrimination when she looks at me.
I also see the moment Xena realizes that one sweet taste isn’t enough. She drops her head again, sucking Candi’s clit in her mouth in a plea to let her continue.
“Oh fuck!” Candi yelps.
“Does she feel good?” I ask as I come around the table and cup Candi’s jaw in my hand.
Her head jerks up and down. “You could take some pointers.”
A laugh erupts from my throat before I can stop it. No doubt Xena’s pussy eating skills are incredible. She prefers cunts over cocks, so it doesn’t surprise me, but my skills are unparalleled.
I leave them to lock the door. I’ve been interrupted too many times lately, and I don’t want anything to spook the girl writhing under Xena’s mouth.
Although I treated her like shit last night, Candi reaches for me when I draw closer. My cock throbs behind the denim of my jeans, displeased that it can’t reach for her too. I want her mouth on me, want her lips wrapped around my cock, but there’s something I need more.
She pants and whimpers near my mouth when I lean down, but I don’t bother paying any attention to Xena or what she’s doing to her. My sole focus is on her mouth. My tongue brushes her lips when I lick out and wet mine.
I swallow her moan of pleasure when her neck arches, responding to something that’s going on down below.
“Don’t come in her mouth,” I warn, knowing she probably won’t be able to stop herself.
“You’re going to have to stop bossing me around,” she breathes against my mouth.
“Never,” I say with a smile before covering her mouth with mine once again.
God. Her tongue feels perfect against mine. Gentle strokes turn frenzied as she begins to rock her body on the table. Xena groans in return when Candi whimpers into my mouth.
“You’re nothing but trouble,” I say against her kiss-swollen lips when I pull away.
Intense need to push Xena away and carry Candi out of this room where I can have her all to my damn self hits me hard, and that urge is too damn complicated. Those feelings aren’t something I want. The ache in my chest is uninvited, unwanted, and only serves to prove that everything that surrounds this woman is going to burn me to the ground.
Reigning in my control, I step back and work open the button and zipper on my jeans. My cock is pressing against her lips seconds later. I refuse to walk out of here with her any form of power over me, so I nudge my dick past her lips.
Biggest fucking mistake of my life.
Feeling her pussy throb in orgasm against my mouth was heaven.
The grip of her pussy on my cock was incredible.
Knowing what her superb fucking lips feel like clamped over my crown is a euphoria I can never walk away from.
That fact pisses me off even more. Knowing there’s a reason for her skill level as she cups my sack angers me. It pisses me off to know that the nirvana forcing my spine to tingle was shared with anyone else.
All of those thoughts, all of the urges I have to hang every man in her past restores my awareness of this situation.
She’s the villain here, the beast sinking her claws into me, tearing me apart from the inside out. She’s under my skin, in my fucking head, and controlling my emotions.
I’m a fucking murderer, a drug dealer, a hell-raiser with no conscience, yet here she is sucking my soul out of me. She’s owning me, directing my movement with the tight grip she has on my balls.
And the fucked-up part?
I’m letting her.
I’m succumbing to her, ceasing to the suction and perfectly synthesized scrape of her teeth and feather-light licks of her tongue.
Her eyes find mine, blinking up at me when I jerk myself free. Still spellbound by the dark pools of lust, my breaths rush out in harsh erratic pants. The tease of her tongue sweeps out as if searching for my taste on her silken lips. Instinctively, my thumb presses against them, as if sealing the temptation away.
She nips at my finger, smiling around the tip before sucking it into her mouth. My cock kicks in frustration.
“Turn around,” I instruct.
Candi grunts when Xena releases her delicate flesh with a pop.
“Not on your knees,” I correct when she begins to turn over. “Stay on your back.”
Fuck if I don’t want both, but there’s no way I can resist the bounce of her tits. Also, I want to see her face. I want her to look into my eyes so she can understand that my dick inside of her is all that I want. She needs to understand that whatever incantation she’s been binding doesn’t work on the devil.
I feel more myself, more in control when I step back and grab a rubber out of the supply drawer near the door. I haven’t been in here in ages, but it’s nice to see a little consistency when everything else seems to be chaotic.
“Suck her nipples.” Xena obeys immediately, thirstily lapping at Candi’s pink tips as I line my dick up at her entrance.
Hoping she can’t see the rough swallow in my throat, I lock my eyes with hers as I ram forward. Weeks of agitation and frustration culminate into the only means I have to punish the beauty laid out before me.
Consequently, my punishment seems to be her pleasure. A depraved groan works its way out of her chest, and she digs her teeth into her lower lip. Immediately I can tell she’s fighting whatever this is between us too. She doesn’t want to want me, and she sure as fuck doesn’t want to need this.
The evidence is substantiated when she breaks our eye contact and looks to the side.