by Marie James
“He’s watching you,” Molly whispers loudly in my ear. She’s past the point of regulating her volume, so everyone around us takes note of her words.
My eyes snap in the direction she’s looking, hoping to catch Lynch’s eyes on me.
Ronan is the only person looking in this direction.
Someone falls against my shoulder, and I grin seeing Legs try to steady herself against me. Thank fuck I’m sober because we’d both be on the ground if I wasn’t.
“He has the most talented mouth my pussy has ever had the privilege to meet.”
Vixen nods almost violently in agreement, and it’s clear that the alcohol has finally caught up with her.
“Can’t possibly be better than Lynch’s,” I challenge.
Legit. The man could win Olympic medals for pussy eating, and let’s not even start on his dick skills.
“Gross,” Molly whines as she shoves her index fingers in her ears dramatically.
“I wouldn’t know about that,” Legs says with a frown.
“Me either,” Vixen adds.
“What are we talking about?” Xena asks as she walks toward our group.
“How good Lynch is at cun-cuni-cunili,” Legs frowns when she can’t get the right word out.
“Eating pussy,” Vixen fills in for her.
“Lynch doesn’t eat pussy,” Xena says with a shrug. My eyebrows hit my hairline.
“The fuck he doesn’t,” I counter.
“Lynch doesn’t eat our pussies,” Xena says pointing her finger around to include all the girls in the group but Molly and me.
“He ate hers,” Legs says on a chuckle.
“Devoured,” I mouth with a grin on my face.
“He’s eaten other pussy before.” My eyes snap up to Piper as she walks up and tosses back the shot Vixen had offered me earlier. “He was quite infatuated with a girl named Carrie a while back.”
“Carrie?” Molly slurs. “Carrie has been gone for over a decade.”
“Closer to thirteen or fourteen years,” Piper corrects with her eyes on me.
“That long?” I try to do math in my head, but I don’t actually know how old Lynch is. He’s older than I am, but I never would’ve guessed he was in his thirties.
“He wasn’t involved with her.” Molly’s head is shaking back and forth, rejecting Piper’s words. “He’s only twenty-seven.”
“And he was eating her pussy at thirteen.”
“Nice,” Legs whispers salaciously.
“Thirteen?”
My eyes snap to Molly, noticing the cringe of disgust on her face.
“That’s child abuse,” I whisper, feeling sorry for Lynch, yet knowing he would tell me where I could shove my sympathy.
“That’s club life,” Piper says with a shrug as she reaches for another shot.
“The teens are allowed to have sex?” I can’t seem to let it go. My mind cannot process anyone approving of thirteen-year-olds having sex, much less knowing there are women around here willing to do the deed.
“The boys are apparently,” Molly mutters. “I can’t get fucked until I’m twenty-five.”
“Forty,” Briar grunts as he walks by. The man is like a shadow, going unnoticed until he wants to be seen.
Molly snaps her teeth in his direction as he walks toward the bar for another beer.
Ronan serves him, his eyes turning back to our group once Briar walks away again.
“He can’t take his eyes off you,” Legs whispers in my ear. “You should really get a taste of that.”
I chuckle and smile at her insistence.
“Or, let him get a taste of you. I swear he’s the best,” she continues.
“Not gonna happen,” I hiss.
“You just have to be a little braver,” Legs says with a quick squeeze to my shoulder. “Hey, Prospect! Candi is interested in your mouth.”
“Like I’m interested in hers?” His voice meets my back because I spin around and glare at the blonde stirring shit up.
“Enough,” Briar spits from a corner in the room.
I expect the warning to be issued to Legs, but when I look over, Briar’s eyes are focused on Ronan. There’s a fire in them that makes my hands tremble. He may handle Molly with kid gloves, but make no mistake, the man is deadly.
With the warning in place, Legs breaks off and heads over to the men in the living room while Molly, Vixen, Piper, and I crowd around a high-top table, taking turns throwing darts. It doesn’t take long for Legs to straddle the lap of a guy I’ve seen around a couple of times. He’s not a patched member, but he’s around enough to be comfortable in this setting.
I know what Legs is going to do. She seems to love all forms and fashion of sex, but it’s TJ that draws my attention. He’s got Velvet’s head working his cock over, but his eyes are on Legs as she pulls the front of her top down and inserts the tip of her breast into the hangaround’s mouth. The dude getting a taste isn’t concerned about TJ getting mad, but the entire scene makes me nervous. TJ’s hand grips a fistful of Velvet’s hair, holding her in place as he pumps his hips up from the couch to thrust into her mouth. His eyes never leave Legs, and they never grow jealous or angry either.
“Does that turn you on?” Xena’s voice breaks the hold the scene playing out in the living room has on me.
“I shouldn’t be watching,” I mutter as I turn my back to the other room.
“They would do it in private if they didn’t want people to watch them,” she clarifies.
“TJ doesn’t even care that his girl is messing around with that other guy.”
“He hasn’t claimed her.” She steps closer to me like she’s going to share club secrets. The thought is ridiculous. No one here will tell me any more than the President allows. “He knows if he orders no one else to touch her, he’s making a statement, and TJ will never want an Old Lady. He loves variety too much.”
“He doesn’t care?” How do you spend so much time messing around with someone and not have feelings for them? My skin tingled at just the mention of Lynch’s name after my first night here.
“TJ knows that he could snap his fingers and pull Legs off that guy's cock.” She points, and I turn, eyes following the path of her finger. Sure enough, Legs has pulled her panties to the side and is riding the hangaround’s dick. Velvet is doing the same with TJ. “There’s only one girl in this club that he can’t pull away from someone else.”
Me.
She doesn’t even have to say the word. Lynch made it clear that no one is to touch me.
“Lynch wants me to be his Old Lady?” My voice is a squeak. That’s the short of it, right? I’m great with numbers, and two plus two is always four.
Xena’s rough laugh forces my lips to tilt down in a frown.
“Sweetheart,” she begins, placing her arm around my shoulder. “Lynch is just like TJ. He’s never going to settle down. Cowboy fucked them both up too much for them to ever commit to one woman.”
Cowboy has been mentioned several times, but no one goes into detail. They give tiny bits and pieces, but the second I open my mouth to learn more, they shut the conversation down like they shouldn’t have brought him up in the first place.
I’m not deterred, however, but just as I open my mouth to ask, the front door opens and slams with a thunderous boom so loud the entire room grows silent.
“Church,” Lynch spits as he walks through the room and disappears into the chapel. He doesn’t even spare a glance my way.
All of Lynch’s puppets snap and follow. TJ doesn’t even frown when he lifts Velvet gingerly off his still-hard cock and tucks it back into his jeans to join his brother.
Chapter 25
Lynch
“Report,” I demand as I fall into the chair at the head of my table.
“The numbers from Spring Break were better than we anticipated. The guys who focused on the beaches during the day were extremely successful,” Boston begins.
“We should consider doing the same thing, maybe
expanding for 4/20,” Briar adds.
With my arms crossed over my chest and tight against my body, I turn in his direction, suspicious of where the conversation is going to go.
“Expand?”
Briar nods, looking around the table at the group. “We focused mainly on Annapolis and Virginia Beach for Spring Break. We could easily go further south.”
“Like Miami?” I specify.
He requested to go down there once before, and I can’t help but think he’s using the success of one weeklong event to entice the others to agree with him. It’s a sneaky, devious way of trying to get what he wants.
He doesn’t shift or seem uncomfortable under my scrutiny.
“I was thinking the Outer Banks and possibly Myrtle Beach.”
“Myrtle Beach is off the hook for Spring Break,” TJ interjects.
“Hornet?” My Road Captain will know more about the logistics.
“I’ll have to do some checking, see what’s already going on down there, but it’s possible. Expansion for certain events isn’t a bad thing.” He looks over at Chains. “Do you foresee any issues?”
Chains shrugs as he leans back in his chair. “There might be a few small time guys there. They wouldn’t be my concern, but you never know who has the same idea as us. Groups from as far as Dallas or New Orleans could be moving in.”
“So there’s no way to be one hundred percent sure?”
“Right,” Chains says, his eyes growing serious as he looks over at me. “If we go and there are issues, we can’t just walk away. We’ll be forced to engage.”
“We’re not ready to claim territory that far,” TJ says. “We haven’t even secured Pittsburgh, yet.”
“It was just an idea,” Briar says.
“Let me feel it out, Prez,” Hornet insists. “I wouldn’t send anyone down there for a battle they aren’t prepared for.”
“Anything else?”
The guys around the table shake their heads.
“I’ve been thinking about Hornet’s bitchfest.” My Road Captain snorts at me but doesn’t say a word. “I felt his pain when we had to load up the other day in Worcester, so I’m thinking bike modifications may be the way to go. It’s the only thing I can think of that will keep us out of the cages for long transports.”
A wide grin spreads across Hornet’s face.
“It won’t stop us from using them like we had to the other day.” The guys around the table nod with excitement. “But it will limit it some.”
“There’s a couple of shops around that probably wouldn’t question a biker’s need for compartments,” Chains says. “I know of one in Worcester and another in Providence.”
“Let’s start in Providence. I’d like to keep things further away from the clubhouse. Anything else?” Heads shake all around the table. “Church dismissed.”
Briar stays behind. It’s not unusual for him to stick around, and the guys leaving don’t question it either.
“What’s up?” I rub at both eyes, somehow exhausted despite sleeping all damn day.
“How was your ride?”
“I’m not a fucking woman, Briar. You don’t have to butter me up and make me think you’re interested in me.”
He snorts. I don’t know that the man would remember what it was like to have a woman under him. Sad bastard.
“Speaking of women.” His hand tugs at the back of his neck.
“The guys are wondering when you’re planning to release Candi.”
I could cut a motherfucker right now.
“Something you need to tell me, Brother?” I’m more concerned that this is the second goddamned time I’ve had to ask this question today.
“What?” His eyes snap to mine. “Me? Are you fucking kidding?”
If he had any idea what Candi’s pussy felt like, he wouldn’t question why I was wondering. If there was one cunt on earth that would make him forsake his vow of celibacy, it would be hers.
“My dick stays in my jeans. You know that.”
“So long as it isn’t focused on Molly either,” I warn, remembering how close they were standing on the front porch earlier.
His eyes never leave mine, but his throat works on a rough swallow.
“As far as Candi goes, the guys just need to give up on that. It’s never going to happen. When I’m done with her, she’s gone. They won’t even get a chance.”
“I’ll let them know,” he says placing his palms flat on the table and pushing himself to stand.
I follow him out and into the living room. I know if I stay in the chapel, if I get one second alone, I’ll withdraw the whole rest of the night. My bike ride was cut short only forty-five minutes in because I felt like I couldn’t stay away.
Ronan serves Briar a beer at the bar, but after my VP walks away Ronan’s eyes dart right back to the cluster of women near the dart boards. I know Candi is there without even looking over. Her presence glows in his smile, and my own body, so attuned to her, hums at being this close to her.
“Beer,” I snap when I walk up to the bar.
“Sure thing, Prez.”
“Make it three fingers of whiskey,” I amend the second he places the bottle in front of me.
He doesn’t miss a beat, merely sets the beer to the side, replacing it with a rocks glass.
“The usual?” His eyes meet mine. “Or did you want to try some of the new stuff Chains brought back the last time he was out?”
“Usual,” I huff. Chains has a ridiculous taste in alcohol. The last thing I want is Scotch aged in an octopus’ asshole or something as equally horrifying.
He pours my whiskey with a heavy hand, sliding it forward when he’s done, before turning to help Piper fill an order for the guys in the living room.
With keen patience, I wait and watch. He maintains eye contact with Piper, keeping everything professional as she runs down her mental list of drinks. He jokes in return when she says something coy, but his eyes never drop to her tits, which is a miracle. Cowboy bought and paid for those gravity-defying globes, and I don’t know of a single man, other than Briar and myself, who hasn’t been hypnotized by them at some point.
It isn’t until he glances past Piper with a flirtatious smile on his lips that things change. Confirmation seeps into my blood when I flick my gaze over my shoulder to see Candi smiling back in his direction. Her head drops when she notices me watching her.
“You got eyes for Candi?” I ask the bartender after tossing back the contents of my tumbler.
“No, Prez,” he answers too quickly. “She’s yours.”
“Every woman in this place is mine,” I remind him.
“I don’t want her,” he says again.
A sly smile spreads across my face as I watch his cheeks pink. I’d be worried for his safety if I didn’t see the tremble in his hands.
“You have a problem with my pussy?”
“What?” His eyes widen almost comically. “I don’t have a problem with her pussy. I respect that she’s yours.”
I can feel Candi’s eyes drilling into my back, but I refuse to turn around.
“So you want her pussy?” He stiffens further, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“I’m indifferent to her pussy?”
“Why are you asking me? Do you not know?”
“Quit fucking with the help,” TJ teases as he walks up. Ronan, released from my interrogation, turns to the fridge to grab my brother a beer. “Here.”
I take the lit joint he’s offering and immediately raise it to my lips. Smoke fills my lungs, and I hold it as I spin my bar stool around to look over the room. Purposely, I avoid looking back at Candi. Every man here wants her. I could tell TJ he could have her, and he’d be halfway across the room before I finished the sentence. They’ve all respected my order, and the only one who I suspect would step across that boundary is sliding my brother’s beer across the counter.
“All the girls are talking about you,” TJ muses as he settles on the bar stool beside me.
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I pass back the joint and ask, “What’s new?”
“The girls aren’t stupid. They can see you’re treating her differently than you’ve treated them.”
“I’ve never mistreated the girls in this club.” Carrie got a hold of me, and for all of the bravado I showed in front of the other members way back then, she was the one in charge when we disappeared behind closed doors. She taught me how to treat a woman you wanted to fuck, seducing her rather than demanding she lift her ass in the air. She educated me on the proper way to eat a pussy and how to put a woman’s needs first.
She knew I could never trust anyone with a snatch. That seed was planted from birth, but I knew I never wanted to be like my father. I didn’t want to walk out of a room hearing cries rather than exhilarated pants from an amazing orgasm.
She taught me, and then she left.
One day she was here, and the next her room was cleared out. I don’t do repeats because her leaving affected me more than I’ll ever tell anyone out loud. The new motto slid into place the same day. If you don’t get attached, it doesn’t hurt when they disappear.
“No one is accusing you of mistreating them. They just know what the royal treatment looks like now that Candi is here,” TJ says before taking a long toke on the joint. The smoke circles around us before he speaks again. “They chattered about you all day.”
“So everyone is jealous?” They don’t seem jealous. Xena, Velvet, and Legs are all huddled close to Candi and my sister, giggling and drinking, all with wide, happy smiles spread across their faces.
TJ passes the joint back. “I wouldn’t call it jealousy. Our girls don’t really get jealous. They just want you to kiss them and eat their pussies like a starved man.”
This information is coming from the other girls. Candi doesn’t seem like the type to gossip about what goes on when we’re alone. But then again, Xena saw my lips on hers. Hell, I’m sure Piper and Chains also did when they interrupted us in the clubhouse bedroom. Legs was part of the fun when Candi straddled my face and rubbed her sweetness on my tongue.