“Ouch!” I pouted playfully, rubbing the abused cheek. “You didn’t like my kiss?”
“You know damned well I liked it, darlin’,” he grumbled. “And I like it when you take the initiative, as long as you remember who’s in control. Now head inside and put on something sexy for tonight.”
I knew Vince’s eyes were watching me walk away. I didn’t hear him leave until I closed the screen door behind me and entered the house.
The silence hit me like a rock, and I instinctively knew that the house was empty. My gaze shot to the clock on the wall to see that it was just past three. I had two hours to make myself look sexy for tonight. I laughed as I went up the stairs.
I was going to blow Vince away.
Chapter 18
Iris
An hour and a half later I was done getting ready, and I gave myself one last look in the bathroom mirror. The leather jacket was unzipped over the breast area, revealing the striped corset beneath. My breasts were spilling over the tight top and plenty of cleavage was on display. The jacket was form-fitting and cinched at my waist. Skinny jeans and a pair of heels from Penny’s closet completed the ensemble.
I had to admit that I looked hot!
I’d kept my makeup at a minimum, except for the smoky eyes, and had pulled my hair up with a big clip, leaving it loose for a casual, messy style. I was sure that Vince would like what he saw. Anticipation rolled through me as it grew closer to five o’clock. I had just finished applying a little lip gloss when there was a knock at the door. Giving my lips one last smack to even out the gloss, I rushed down the stairs.
“Right on time!” I opened the door, my smile and enthusiasm disappearing when I realized that it wasn’t Vince standing there. Instead it was Corky. I tried to curtail my disappointment. “Oh, hi.” His light blue eyes roamed over me, and he let loose a wolf whistle, which brought back my smile. “Thank you.”
“Prez is gonna fucking flip when he sees you.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Something came up at the club, so he asked me to pick you up.”
My first thought went to Dickie. “Is Dickie−”
“Dickie’s good. Just club business,” he explained, moving back so I could step outside.
I wondered if that club business had anything to do with the Slayers. I followed Corky to his jeep. “Is Suzy already at the party?”
“Yeah,” his mouth twitched with amusement. “Old ladies get there early to keep an eye on us.”
“You mean they don’t trust you guys?” I laughed.
“They don’t trust the hang-arounds who show up Friday nights. They know club girls won’t make a play on us. They at least show respect when a brother is taken.” He shot me a quick glance. “Club rules.”
“But the hang-arounds can?”
“Yeah, they don’t care if a man’s got an old lady. They get drunk and wild and try to latch on to any man within reach. Bitch tried shit with me one night and left there with a black eye and bloody lip.”
“You hit her?” I snapped in shock.
Corky chuckled. “Not me. But Suzy had it out with her and my old lady whooped her skanky ass.” He actually sounded proud of her.
Wow, little Suzy beat up another woman? That would have been fun to see, and then I chastised myself for wanting to watch two women fighting.
The club house wasn’t that far away. In fact, I could easily have walked to it if I cut through the field between it and Penny’s house. The building was huge and there were bikes everywhere, along with a few cars and trucks. There was no outside lighting of any kind, but I could make out the outlines of the people who were milling about. Once in a while the glowing tip of a cigarette or cigar revealed that someone was smoking.
As soon as I opened the jeep door and stepped outside I was engulfed with the smell of weed. I wrinkled my nose, following Corky toward the door. It opened several times before we reached it, revealing the dim lighted interior and giving me a hint of the scene that I was about to walk in to. I braced myself as we walked through the doorway. Several things hit me at once-- the smoke, a thick bluish cloud swirling throughout the room as the fans overhead fought to circulate the air, the smell of weed, perfume, and something on the musty side, and the deafening noise, especially the rock that was blaring from the speakers mounted in the corners that no one seemed to mind.
As my eyes became adjusted to the lighting I took in the wild goings-on. Those who weren’t drinking and talking were dancing. Those who weren’t dancing were involved in various forms of sex acts that had me sucking in my breath. I fought the urge to turn around and leave. Reading about public sex and seeing it in person were very different. Penny must be going blind! I was shocked, but not surprised, because after all, I’d done my homework. I just hadn’t really believed the sordid information about club life was true. I suddenly wished that I’d made Penny sit down with me while I was reading up on motorcycle clubs and the reputation attached to them.
No one was actually naked, but I saw a lot of skin. Some of the women were close to being naked though, and I guessed that wearing bikini tops and G-strings made it easier to have sex in public. They made their bodies accessible to the men, and it was obvious from their enthusiastic participation that they were enjoying themselves. I didn’t want to think of Vince with one of these women.
“Need to stay close to me, honey.” Corky took my arm gently. “You might be Vince’s woman, but he hasn’t claimed you in front of everyone, so to most of these men here you’re free pussy.” He glanced down at me. “It’d be like a minnow in a shark tank.” I knew that his wink was meant to put me at ease. He raised his arm and I looked to see Suzy waving from across the room. I wasn’t sure if she was waving at him or at me.
“I’ll be okay, Corky.” I waved at her. “Go on and join Suzy.”
Several wolf whistles drew my attention, but I quickly averted my gaze once I discovered that the sound wasn’t coming from anyone that I knew. I glanced around, looking for Penny and Dickie, and finding them in a booth talking with friends. I could see the strain on Penny’s face and knew that she probably felt like she’d stepped into another world. In a way she had, at least into a world that she knew nothing about.
Dickie looked right at home though, and happy, in spite of his slightly gray pallor and the tiredness in his eyes. I was glad that he was getting tonight. He needed it. Penny and I made eye contact. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘just go with the flow,’ and we exchanged little waves. Since she didn’t motion me over I took it to mean that she was okay.
Corky didn’t release his gasp. “Prez gave me explicit orders not to leave your side until he got here.”
And where the heck was he? “Really?” I said with slight irritation. If he was so worried about me he should have been there, but I didn’t say what I was thinking. Besides, I wasn’t being fair. I gently but insistently pulled my arm free. “I don’t need a babysitter, Corky, and I don’t see any other women being guarded.”
“Iris!”
My gaze darted over the room for the source.
“Iris! Over here!”
When I finally spotted the girls in their little cluster I made my way over to them, hearing Corky’s frustrated man-sigh behind me, and I knew that if I looked over my shoulder he’d be right there. Everyone but Suzy was sitting at the end of the bar, and they’d saved a seat for me. They even had a drink waiting for me. “I made it,” I said unnecessarily, lifting my butt up onto the high stool.
“Vince got you on babysitting duty?” Della joked with Corky. His expression twisted. “Oh, go on and find Suzy. Iris will be okay with us, we won’t let her out of our sight.”
He hesitated a minute, struggling with his decision. He must have come to the conclusion that we could handle anything that came our way, because he spun on his heel and walked away.
“Girl, you look hot!” Foxy said sincerely.
“Smoking hot!” Angel added with a big smile.
> “Let me say, so do all of you.” We all seemed to have dressed in the same theme--, jeans and heels, with revealing tops that were designed to show some skin and turn our men on. All of our hair was up in soft, sexy ‘dos,’ our faces highlighted with light makeup. Yes, we were all of the same mind to reveal our inner slut while retaining a little bit of class.
“Has VD seen you yet?” Tammy asked.
“No. Anyone know where he is?”
“No, but we heard about you two running into Sassy in Ogunquit today.”
“Yeah, it got intense between them.” I didn’t add that the vibes I’d gotten from her troubled me.
“Well, if what Whip said about her being with the Slayers is true, she’ll never dare show her face around here again.”
I hoped so. I picked up my beer and took a drink, looking around the crowded room for Vince. Just when I was about to give up I saw him walk in from outside with Demon, Whip, Becker, and Roland were right behind him. My heart rate picked up when our gazes met. The angry determination in his hard eyes seemed to soften instantly, and I felt my slight annoyance with him melt away. I could feel his gaze move over my appearance, and the male appreciation on his expression made me hot.
He walked straight up to me, slid his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Not just any kiss. It wasn’t like the typical hello kiss. No, his mouth fused to mine, hot and tender, full of need while promising to deliver. I moaned into his mouth, opening to his thrusting tongue, the smooth whisky taste of him exploding on my taste buds. He was forceful, persuasive, taking what I was all too eager to give.
Right there before everyone.
Corky’s words came to the forefront of my thoughts. Was this Vince’s way of claiming me, showing everyone in the room that I belonged to him? I ignored the cheers and murmurs surrounding us, concentrating on the delicious currents thrumming through my body. I moaned when I felt the pressure of his mouth change, and knew the intimate moment between us was coming to an end. He ran his nose down mine. “Woman, you look good enough to eat.” He drew away and I licked my swollen lips, tasting him. “Go home with me tonight.”
He didn’t ask, he demanded. God, I so wanted to say yes, I wanted to see his home. My gaze flickered over to Penny and Dickie. It was surprising how well he seemed to be doing, and for the first time since I’d been home, Penny appeared to be relaxed. Well, as relaxed as she could be in these surroundings. The hand at the back of my neck slipped down to my butt, giving it a squeeze.
“Come on, I’ll show you around.” He took me by the hand and I couldn’t help thinking to myself that I’d follow him anywhere.
I was in deep with this man. All he had to do was look into my eyes and I turned myself over to him, willingly and shamelessly. For the first time I became afraid of my growing feelings for Vince. Eventually goodbye was in the cards for us. An emotional attachment would be so much harder to let go of than a purely physical one.
As we wove our way through the crowded room my gaze dropped down to his sexy behind. His faded jeans fit him snugly, outlining the firmness of his tight bottom and thick thighs. I recalled what he felt like beneath my hands, what his cock felt like thrusting inside me, how his rough touch lit my body on fire.
Soon we left the main room and walked down a short hallway. Vince opened the first door we came to. I had a brief chance to take in the Mad Dogs MC logo above the door before I found myself being pulled inside the room. He shut the door behind us and leaned against it.
“What is this room?” I asked, walking toward the big square table that dominated the room. The wood was old and scarred, and the club logo had been burned into the center of it. Chairs were crowded around it, a variety of old vinyl office and wooden chairs that showed abuse and age with torn and cracked vinyl, exposed stuffing, and flaky paint. Ashtrays and dirty glasses littered the top.
When Vince didn’t answer me I turned back to him. He was just leaning there staring at me, arousal in his eyes. I gave him a small smile. “What?”
“Come here, darlin’,” he growled in that sexy rasp that I liked so much. My body came alive beneath his dirty stare.
I decided to defy him just to see what he’d do. I had a feeling that ‘no’ wasn’t something Vince heard from a woman very often. Plus, I was still a little miffed that he hadn’t been there when I’d first arrived. “No.”
His gaze ran down the length of my body and back up again. I shivered with the hunger his look evoked, and damn him, his mouth turned up at the corners, revealing that he’d caught it. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “No?” I shook my head in the face of his amusement. “You really want to test me?”
No, I wanted to tame him. I leaned my butt against the table, not about to let his He-Man attitude get to me, even if it did something to my insides. “What can you do to me? There’s a room full of witnesses out there.”
The white of his teeth when he smiled made him look predatory. “They’re my witnesses, darlin’.” He crossed his arms over his impossibly wide chest. “And if you make me come to you, there will be ramifications you won’t like.”
My eyes widened at his not-so-subtle threat. I threw the glove down. “What makes you think I won’t like it?” I teased in return.
“Last chance,” Vince said.
I quivered with arousal at the hoarse grate of his voice. His expression was hard, his jaw clenched, yet the smoldering glitter in his eyes revealed what he was really feeling. He liked my challenge. My gaze roamed down his body, stopping on the evidence of his arousal, arched tight against his zipper. Heat surged through me, and I knew that I was wet for him.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I placed my palms flat on the table behind me, knowing that it thrust my breasts out. His gaze dropped there, and then he moved. Slowly he uncrossed his arms and took a step forward. Every step after that my breath grew faster. I licked my lips with anticipation. Our gazes clung as he stopped inches away from me. “What are you going to do?” That brought a wolfish smile to his face.
In the next instant Vince grabbed me by the wrists, pulled a chair out and sat down. Before I could stop him he had my pants undone, and then I was across his lap with my bare bottom in the air.
I gasped with disbelief, and, if I were being honest, a lot more desire. “You’re not−”
“Oh, but I am,” he laughed, bringing his hand down across one cheek. “I always back up my threats, darlin’.”
“Ouch!” I began to wiggle.
He brought his hand down a second time, this time on the other cheek.
Whack!
“Ouch!” I cried out, realizing soon after that the sting of pain quickly morphed into a sting of pleasure that went straight to my clit. “Okay, I learned my lesson.” I tried not to ruin it by laughing.
“I don’t think so.”
Whack!
“Ouch!” This time was a little harder, jarring my lady bits. “Vince!”
Whack!
“Vince!” I was really squirming now, in a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. Who would have thought spanking could be such a turn on? Vince’s cock was a hard, throbbing beast beneath me, and I made sure that I was grinding down on it in retaliation.
Whack!
I could hear his harsh breathing. So this was turning him on, too. I braced myself for another slap when he surprised me by running his palm over my hot bottom, and then he dipped between my legs and ran his fingers through my slit.
“Holy fuck, you’re wet,” he growled, breathing hard. “You like what I’m doing to you. Have you learned your lesson?”
I couldn’t even remember what the lesson was now, but I said yes anyway. “Yes!” My butt was on fire, but so was my pussy. “Fuck me, Vince!” I was thinking that if I wiggled against him long enough I could get off that way.
He continued to finger me, going deep.
Whack!
My eyes almost popped out of my head with the new experience. I bit my bottom lip as my orgasm grew.
Without warning, he pulled me up with a hand in my hair. “It fucking turns me on seeing my hand print on your ass.” He kissed me savagely. It was the only way I could describe it. I could taste the energy, the uncontrolled lust on his mouth, could feel it control him completely. When we broke apart I was looking into the face of a man pushed to his limit. “Get those fucking jeans off.”
It didn’t even occur to me to say no. Vince’s fierce hunger fueled mine to gigantic proportions, and I needed him inside me. Now. I kicked off my heels and quickly peeled my jeans down my legs and stepped out of them. His eyes never left my body, and I knew instinctively that when he claimed me it would be fast and brutal. As I stood there in front of him, naked from the waist down, he reached forward and sliced his finger between my folds.
“So fucking wet. I can smell your pussy from here.” He flicked across my clit, and then he gathered some of my wetness on his finger and brought it to his mouth. We both moaned. His hands moved to his pants and he undid them, getting to his feet in order to remove them. “Take your jacket off.”
I did what he asked. Vince leaned forward and ran his tongue over the top of my exposed breasts before dipping it into the cleavage. Oh, Jesus! I closed my eyes as waves of pleasure sluiced over me. “Do you want me to remove the corset?”
“No. It’s sexy as fuck. I like what it does to your tits.” The words were barely out of his mouth when he spun me around and forced me down onto the table. Once again my ass was in the air, and I felt Vince’s mouth moving over it, adding to the heat already there. His tiny little nips gave me goose bumps. “I love this ass, darlin’.”
I tensed when he began to run his tongue along the crack. Anal play wasn’t something I’d ever been comfortable with, but this was Vince. I trusted him with my body. My heart was pounding, and I held my breath when he neared my anus. He nibbled at the plump flesh surrounding it, his finger was still playing with my clit, and I knew that I was dripping for him. The whole thing was so taboo, so intensely erotic, and as I pictured him ramming his cock into that dark passage I tripped over the edge to find bliss.
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