by Marie James
She’s lowering to the floor, deft fingers working his belt buckle open before my brain registers her words. “Anything for you, Prez.”
Moving to get up from the chair, I see this as my chance to leave. With him getting his rocks off, he’s less-likely to chase me down off the property.
“Stay.”
Freezing with my hands clenching the armrests, his insistence comes before I can lift my ass up an inch. Crumpling, I fold my hands into my lap and look down.
“Watch.”
I snap my eyes open to find that’s he’s repositioned himself. Rather than the back of Vixen’s bobbing head which would’ve been barely tolerable, I can now see his full length disappear into her mouth and what has to be several long inches down her talented throat.
“Maybe I can teach her a few things,” Vixen purrs.
That’s evident in the way she’s working his cock. My lips open on a soft pant because what I tried to run away from just moments ago has me thoroughly enthralled. Teeth sinking into my bottom lip, I’m a little disappointed that he’s just standing there. A sexy as fuck girl with professional dick sucking skills is blowing him, and he’s just… there.
Even though it’s hard to do, I lift my eyes from her working mouth to his face. Head turned my way, he’s glaring at me. The only hint that he’s enjoying what’s going on plays in the flare of his nostrils.
I cock an eyebrow, challenging him. His lip twitches in reply just as his hands move to fist Vixen’s hair. I feel the tug on my own scalp, and the eroticism of it forces me to squirm in my seat.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I moan at the same time as Vixen gives a garbled response.
Tension strains the muscles in his neck. He’s close, and the amazing thing is I am too. He hasn’t touched me, but I’m certain only one brush over my clit would make me detonate.
“Do it,” he urges as if he’s reading my mind.
A slave to his command, my hand creeps down the front of my shorts, fingers searching and quickly finding my soaked heat. My chest is heaving, breasts rising and falling so fast my brain is scattered from lack of sustainable oxygen. My vision tunnels, focusing somehow on both his face and his thick cock but nothing in between. My lips tingle as though he’s pressing in and out of my mouth, invading my throat with his rough, violent jabs.
“Come.”
And holy Jesus, do I ever.
The trembling that wracked my body last night doesn’t even compare to the manic energy coursing through me right now.
“Fuck,” he grunts, long and low as he fights succumbing to his own release.
Vixen wins out in the end, groaning with pleasure when he jets down her throat. Jealous, my tongue lurks out to caress my dry lips.
Urging her away, Lynch struggles to cage his still rock-hard cock behind the denim of his jeans. For a second, I wonder if he faked his orgasm, but the way Vixen is swiping at her lips when she stands tells the full story. He may have come, but he’s miles away from getting exactly what his body needs.
“Thank you,” Vixen purrs as she reaches up on her tiptoes to press her mouth to his.
“You know better,” he chastises as he moves his head away. “Go.”
Her eyelashes flutter with pride at satisfying her president as she looks at me before walking out.
Chapter 11
Lynch
“What’s wrong, Prez?” God, I love hearing my title on her pouty fucking lips even if it has an edge of disdain in it. “Don’t like the taste of cum?”
Still coming down from her orgasm, Candi sinks lower in the chair as I walk closer to her. The pink flesh of her chest calls to me, as does the glazed-over look in her eyes.
With lips parted, I lean closer, one hand gripping the armrest of her chair and the other reaching for the wrist that’s still hidden behind the fabric of her shorts. She jolts when I touch her as if only now realizing what she’d done.
“I like the taste of your cum,” I say before sucking two of her wet fingers into my mouth.
Her flavor bursts on my tongue, waking up taste buds I didn’t know had been dormant. My cock, achingly hard, pulses in need. Popping her fingers from my mouth, I bend closer.
When did the urgency to get my mouth on her change from desire to a full-blown emergency?
She refused me earlier, but she was so turned on by Vixen sucking me off, she exploded within seconds of touching herself.
She doesn’t seem like the type of girl who’d be down with sharing, regardless of her climbing on my face last night while Legs was riding me. So, I’d called the other woman in here as a distraction from what my sister just told me. I also wanted to deter Candi, to gross her out, and force her to keep her distance. Fuck if it didn’t fail in the sexiest, most erotic fashion ever.
“You didn’t kiss her,” she whispers when my mouth is only inches away.
“I don’t kiss the whores,” I answer honestly, drunk on everything that she’s doing for me.
I’m a breath away, a fraction of a second from knowing exactly what her mouth tastes like. Certain it’s as sweet as her decadent pussy, I brush my lips against hers.
“Prez.” Briar’s voice doesn’t deter me.
“Get out,” I command, my lips sweeping over hers with my words.
His throat clears, and the simple action is enough to make me pull away. “We need to talk.”
The second my hand leaves her chair, Candi jumps up and scurries away.
“Interrupting something?” The humor in Briar’s voice is irritating enough for me to glare at him. The unsated raging hard-on in my jeans is almost enough for me to pull out my gun and shoot him in the fucking chest.
Briar chuckles when I just glare angrily at him.
“She’s terrified,” he says looking over his shoulder and breaking the stare-down between us.
“She’s turned on,” I argue. “Why are you bothering me?”
“I thought she was off-limits?”
“Do you have a death wish?” I snap.
He schools his face, holding his hands up beside his head. If there is one person in this world who knows me best, it’s Briar. He’s also aware that he’s what I would consider my closest friend, but even that connection won’t keep me from sending him to hell if he pisses me off too many times.
“The trip to Detroit may last a little longer than expected,” he begins as I drop my tired ass into my chair at the head of the table. “One of the guys over there has been taking liberties with our product.”
Evasiveness isn’t Briar’s go-to demeanor, so he has my full attention.
“What the fuck exactly does taking liberties mean?”
“There’s been an incident.”
“Swear to fuck, Brother, if you don’t spit it out, I’ll find someone else to wear that patch.”
“There’s been an OD, and we’re pretty fucking sure the product came from one of our guys,” he explains.
“Junkies die every day,” I remind him with a quick shrug. “There are a dozen more addicts waiting in line to take that poor fucker’s place.”
“It was a seventeen-year-old kid from Chicago,” he adds.
“Okay?”
“More specifically, the boy was from Western Springs.”
“Fuck,” I grunt. “How the hell did a rich kid end up overdosing in Detroit?”
More importantly, how did a teenager from one of the wealthiest areas near Chicago OD on my fucking dope?
He holds his hands up in an I don’t know why sort of way. “I don’t have all of the details, that’s why the trip will take longer. I’ll get to the bottom of it.”
“I’m going,” I tell him as my chair scrapes across the concrete floor when I stand. “You can stay here and keep these fuckers in line.”
“I’d prefer to go.”
His mouth snaps shut when I look at him. He always wants to stay at the clubhouse, always wants to stick around. Not that he avoids work, but he’s better suited at the club.
Let’s just say his people skills need some work. His insistence on getting out of here is suspicious.
“You want me to let Hornet know he’s losing a man?”
Shaking my head, I reach into my pocket for my phone. “Have them grab another guy to fill your place. I’m going to ride straight through to Detroit. I don’t have any desire to stop off in Syracuse.”
“Alone? Prez, I don’t think—”
Alone is just what I need, almost as much as just getting away from the girl my sister dragged home last night. I can’t fucking think straight. Even now, with her in the other room, I’m wondering what she’s doing, who’s talking to her, if one of my guys has balls bigger than I suspect and is coming on to her.
The only guy here that would even attempt— “Get TJ in here. He can ride with me.”
It’s Briar’s turn to narrow his eyes in suspicion. He knows going out on the road with TJ could go one of a million ways and not one of them is positive. I won’t explain to him that the best way to keep TJ alive is to remove any and all chances that he’ll touch my—
My head shakes violently. She isn’t my anything. The only thing I consider her is a huge pain in my ass… and my dick.
“Don’t fucking touch Candi.” The warning is clear in my voice, but instead of fear on my VP’s face, his lips tilt up in a knowing grin.
“Dude? Seriously?” He chuckles, cupping both hands back and pressing them to the front of his cut. “You know I’m the last person here that’s going to push up on your girl.”
“She’s not my fucking girl,” I spit, revealing more emotion about Candi than I’d ever intended.
“I won’t touch her,” he vows. “Promise.”
Here’s the thing about Briar. His vow today, his vows of loyalty to this club, and every other vow that comes from his lips have never been questioned. He took a vow of celibacy before he ever walked through the front doors of Ravens Ruin, and I’ve never seen him break that vow. He’s friendly with the girls, doesn’t mind standing beside them, and doesn’t shove them away when they snuggle up close. But that’s as far as it goes. He’s never led one of the girls down the hall or to his room when he thought no one was looking. He’s never gotten drunk or high and given in to his need to get off. The girls no longer grab his junk or tease him about his choices. For the most part, everyone leaves him alone.
I thought things would change after my father was gone. Suspicions around his vow are just that, suspicions. Every man has his own secrets, and I’m not the kind of person to question him unless he gives me a reason to. He hasn’t in the ten years since I’ve known him.
“You don’t have to hide anymore,” I tell him, praying he understands my meaning without having to go into detail. “My father’s dead. You can be exactly who you are at Ravens Ruin.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Genuine confusion marks his brow.
“I’ll warn the guys not to get offended if you, you know—” I roll my hand in front of him in explanation.
“If I what?”
I glare at him, certain he’s fucking with me, so I just come out and say it.
“If you want to bring a fucking guy back here,” I yell.
“A guy? What the fu—” He shakes his hands out in front of me. “I’m not fucking gay.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you were,” I assure him. “Dad and his old crew would’ve had a problem with it, but I don’t think the guys now would give a damn. In fact, I’m pretty sure Smalls and—”
“I don’t give a shit,” he interrupts. “I took a vow of celibacy ten years ago because I needed some things to change in my life, not because I’m hiding who I truly am.”
He flinches. The movement is slight, but it’s there none-the-less. Whatever reasoning is behind his vow is a part of who he is. Nodding, I concede to drop the subject.
“You’re the only one I trust around here,” I confide.
“Only because you think I’m into dudes,” he mutters before we leave the chapel to make arrangements for the rest of the crew while I’m gone.
Chapter 12
Candi
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” I tell Molly with my eyes downcast.
Every time I look up or walk into a room, I have to steel myself to see all sorts of sexual activity. At any given moment someone will go from whispering in each other’s ears to tits being pulled out. That never lasts long though. The men, nor the women, are really into delayed gratification. I know when the whispering starts, the sound of moaning and sex will be around shortly.
“You get used to it,” Molly mutters not even looking up from her magazine.
It’s as if my friend doesn’t even see the couple on the other end of the sectional sofa as they fuck. I mean, they’re shaking the damn couch we’re sitting on, and she’s focused on some home decorating periodical.
“They’re like beasts,” I hiss when Xena’s long ass leg gets close to touching me. Not knowing what else to do, I scrape my broken fingernail along her instep, forcing her to yelp and pull it away. Thank god the club members don’t usually do more than pull their cocks out. The only saving grace is that usually thrusting hips and asses are covered up. “Like feral animals who just satisfy any urge they have without possessing the ability to wait until they get to another room.”
Molly chuckles, folding the magazine in her lap before looking over at me. “Feral beasts?”
“Exactly,” I tell her, grateful that she’s paying attention to me so I can have something other than tits, cocks, and grunts to focus on.
“Rumor has it you were pretty feral in the chapel the other day.”
My eye twitches, but I refuse to respond, knowing her ass has been holding on to that information for the last five days.
“Your brother,” I begin, but my words fade off because I don’t know how to end the sentence. My words and my actions haven’t exactly lined up lately. I’ve always hated hypocrites, and my own character flaw being pointed out is sobering.
“My brother what?” she challenges with a smirk on her pretty little lips.
“When do they get back?” It’s the best I can come up with as a means to deflect from what I was about to say.
Most of the men left days ago. I’m sure some people here know where they are and why they went, but I wasn’t privileged enough to receive that information. I also haven’t had the guts to ask anyone. I know Molly’s keeping secrets. I know she recommended me to help Boston with the books, whatever the hell that meant, but he isn’t around either. The only guys left in the clubhouse are Briar, two prospects, and whoever the grunting member is beside me that just orgasmed with minimal fanfare.
“No clue,” she says answering a question that takes me a long minute to realize I’d asked.
Her eyes dart from mine to over my shoulder. When they don’t look away, a sure sign that she’s giving someone privacy while they do private things in public, I know that Xena and the club member have unlatched from each other and something else is drawing her attention.
“Oh,” I praise looking over my shoulder. “He’s cute.”
“That’s Ronan,” my friend whispers. “He’s a prospect.”
“Have some fucking class, Princess,” I tease throwing her words back from my first night.
“Don’t call me that,” she hisses. “Ronan won’t be a prospect long.”
“He looks like the younger version of—”
I squeal when she pinches my leg. “Don’t even say it.”
The words never leave my mouth, but my eyes still dart around the room. Briar’s ice-blue eyes are glaring in this direction, but he doesn’t see me. The only thing he concentrates on is Molly.
“Tell me about him,” I beg when her eyes finally meet mine. “I never see him with a girl.”
Looking back over my shoulder without answering, I watch my best friend bite into her lip, focusing on the boy at my back. The man across the room isn’t impressed, but I’m not convinced.
Molly is too stiff beside me, her focus is split between the two males, and I know for a fact that the scale is tipping in Briar’s favor.
“Don’t, Princess,” Briar warns, finally having enough of watching Molly flirt with the prospect.
Slowly and deliberately, Molly runs her tongue over her lower lip before breaking eye contact with Ronan and focusing on Briar. His throat works on a swallow, but his eyes narrow in agitation.
“We’re going into town,” Molly says suddenly as she stands up from the couch.
“Prez said you can’t leave the compound,” Briar reports with no emotion. Whatever spell they had been under is gone.
“Legs and Vixen went to town yesterday,” she counters.
“The whores weren’t included in the orders.” I cringe at the use of the words, even though I’m the only one around here that seems to be offended by it.
“I can take them to town.” A smile spreads across Molly’s face as Ronan walks up behind us to speak with Briar.
“You can take your ass back to the kitchen if you want to keep your balls,” Briar counters.
By the time I look back, Ronan’s back is disappearing through the kitchen door. I would chuckle, but Molly is all but shaking with anger beside me.
“If you won’t—” she begins but stops short when the bell I’ve learned is connected to the front gate chimes on the back wall. Someone is entering the compound, but there isn’t a roar of motorcycles. The bell is always accompanied by the purr of engines. Today, the silence is thicker than I like.
Within what seems like seconds, Vixen, Legs, Velvet, and Piper magically appear from the back of the building. They’re primped, half-naked, and waiting with smiles on their faces when the front door opens and the guys begin to file inside.
Four men, none of them TJ or Lynch, walk in looking livelier than anyone traveling for the better part of a week should. They focus on the willing women.
“The best part of being stuck in a cage is that I don’t need a shower before I fuck you stupid,” Hornet says as he walks up to Piper. Grinning, she swats him on the chest before he throws her over his shoulder and disappears down the hallway.