by Kati Wilde
He pushes deeper again and stops, holding my gaze. I know what he wants. And, God, I want to give it to him. Breathing deep through my nose, I relax my throat.
“Jenny.” He grinds out my name from between his clenched teeth as he slides forward. My body almost revolts but I fight my instinctive reaction as the bulbous crown pushes into my throat. It burns, but I love it, because the expression on his face as he watches me take his cock so deep is stark, agonized bliss.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Oh, fuck. Look at you.”
Suddenly my throat works convulsively, as if swallowing, pulling him even deeper. Grunting, he withdraws from my throat and I drag in a desperate breath around his cock, tears leaking from my eyes.
He brushes them away. “All right?”
Better than all right. But with my mouth full of his cock, I can only hum my response around his shaft. Mmm-hmm.
A shudder wracks his big body. “Christ, that feels good. You still playing with your pussy?”
Mmmm-hmmmm.
“I’m going to lick it up in a minute. Breathe deep, princess.” As soon as I do, his fingers delve back into my hair and his cock pushes into my throat again. His body is rigid, his face dark and mean.
Excitement rips through me as I realize he’s close to the edge. Moaning, I work my fingers faster. His cock is a burning knot in my throat until he withdraws; then I’m gasping and already hungry for more. He gives it to me, sliding deep again, until I hum. My mouth and throat reverberate all around his thick shaft. Abruptly he pulls out of my throat and his lips draw back in a snarl.
“Suck it hard now. Fuck.” His hips jerk, fucking my mouth in quick, shallow strokes. “Harder, Jenny.”
A long and low groan sounds deep in his chest, and I know what that sound means. I’ve heard it so many times this week when he’s pounding into me, just before he comes. Desperate to taste him, I suck harder, pushing closer and forcing him deeper into my mouth with every stroke. His jaw is clenched, the tendons in his neck straining. Then his fingers tighten all at once, holding me still, but he can’t stop my mouth. I’m still sucking as the first pulse throbs through his meaty shaft, my tongue sliding around the broad crown. His body stiffens and shakes. Hot and thick and salty, his seed jets to the back of my throat and I swallow it down, sucking his cock deeper.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His voice is hoarse, almost pained. His breath is ragged, his fingers gentle as he pulls me away. His big dick glistens from the wet of my mouth and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Drawing me up, he bends his head and kisses me, deep and slow and sweet. When he finally lifts his head, his dark blue gaze searches my face. “That was the better idea.”
Still breathless, I laugh. “I think it was.”
“Yeah.” His big hands run down my back to grip my ass, and all at once his face is hardening again. “Did you come?”
Almost. But it wasn’t my fingers that brought me so close. It was the absolute pleasure of feeling him come undone. “No.”
“Good.” Suddenly he lifts me and lays me back on the desk, hands pushing my knees apart. He groans when he sees the wetness painting my inner thighs. “All this pussy juice. You got this hot from sucking my cock?”
My back is arching, my pussy already tightening in exquisite anticipation. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll make you suck on my dick all the time.” His head dips, and he licks a trail from my knee up to the edge of my panties. Another groan tears from his throat and he settles in, his massive shoulders spreading me wide. “So fucking sweet. You ready for me to eat this pussy? You ready for me to lick your sweet clit?”
God. I’m so desperate I can’t even answer, only lift my hips in mute supplication.
His mouth lowers. Through the soaked silk of my panties, his breath is hot against my cunt. His voice is a hungry growl.
“My turn,” he says.
3
Jenny
My legs are still trembling as I head into the employees’ restroom. The rhythmic thunder of heavy metal thumps through the walls and echoes the pounding of my heart. God. My lipstick is gone. Mascara has dried in streaks beneath my eyes. A flush brightens my cheeks. My loose braid has come almost completely undone, my hair falling in thick brown waves over my shoulders. I look thoroughly fucked and Saxon only used his mouth.
I’m splashing cold water over my heated face when a knock comes, followed by Anna’s voice. She slides through the door when I crack it open.
“Saxon said you’d need this.”
My bag. I intend to stay with Saxon tonight, so it’s got a change of clothes and everything I need to fix the mess on my face. Gratefully I take it.
In the mirror over the sink, I see Anna lean back against the wall, watching me with her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Uh-oh.
I meet her eyes in the reflection. “What?”
“I heard some of the shit that went down at the meeting.”
Of course she did. Working the bar, she probably hears more of the Riders’ business than they’d be comfortable knowing. “Something to do with me?”
“Yeah.” She bites out the response. Her fingers come up to play with the delicate gold chain around her neck. Not just bothered by something. Working up to being good and pissed. “You ever hear of the First Lady clause?”
“I’ve heard it mentioned.” Only last week while I was sitting with Saxon at the clubhouse. His veep referred to the clause, but when I asked Saxon about it, he said it was nothing. “I don’t know what it is.”
“It means you have to fuck him in front of the entire club. Oh, and they get to fuck you, too.”
My stomach seems to jump into my throat. “What?”
“Yeah. It’s some old rule. But apparently it came up at the meeting.”
Some old rule. I grip the edge of the sink, desperately trying to think over the doubts crowding my head. Saxon said it was nothing. And he told me that some nitpicking shit came up during the meeting, but there was nothing for me to worry about. So it won’t happen.
“I think I have heard of it,” I say slowly. “From my dad. It’s why he left the Riders all those years ago.”
“You think Saxon will walk?”
An ache forms in my chest. No. I don’t think he ever would. “Maybe he’ll just shut it down. Nullify the clause.”
“You should probably ask him.”
I nod and push away the doubts. “I will.”
Saxon
I’d like to be back in my office and tasting Jenny’s pussy all night, but since that isn’t an option, the beer she brews is the next best thing. Her smile when she sees what I’m drinking is even better yet. Christ, but she looks good. So damn pretty when I came in tonight, her dark hair braided and wearing a flowery little dress. Fucking beautiful with her mouth wrapped around my dick. Now sexy as hell in the red boots and tight jeans she always puts on before we go riding together, and her hair loose around her shoulders. She’ll be leaving here on the back of my bike; then I’ll have her in my bed and her juicy little cunt squeezing my cock.
That can’t be soon enough. But it isn’t coming yet.
She slides onto the barstool beside me. I don’t like sitting while I’m out front. Instead I stand next to her with my back up against the bar, watching the brothers drink and play. Business is never just in the meetings. I expect most of them will come up to me at some point tonight, sharing their concerns or support or whatever else is digging at them.
Jenny touches my arm. Her fingers are like live wires against my skin, a burn in the best way. But when I glance over she’s not wearing that teasing expression I’ve gotten to know this week. Instead she’s looking hesitant, her green eyes shadowed and worried.
Instantly everything else in the bar is gone. There’s only her. “What is it?”
She leans closer so I lower my head. The music’s too loud for soft conversation, but I hear her clear enough.
“I heard about the First Lady clause,” she sa
ys.
Fuck. I catch her chin with my fingers, hold her gaze steady with mine. “It’s nothing. All right? I’ll deal with it.”
The worry clears. She smiles and glances at Anna, and her friend’s face goes from pinched to relieved. “All right.”
Just like that. My chest suddenly tight, I turn my attention back to the brothers but I don’t see a damn thing. Everything Jenny gives me is just like that. So swift. No doubts. I don’t fucking deserve it.
I tell her I’ll be soft and sweet. I never am. Our first time, not twenty minutes after Reichmann shoved her into that corner, I had her kneeling on the seat of my bike while I pounded her pussy from behind. Each time I mean to go slow and easy and instead I go rough and hard. Even tonight. She’s so pretty and delicate and yet I’m grabbing her hair and shoving my cock down her throat until she chokes on it.
She should be with someone better. Someone who doesn’t lose his head, who’ll treat her gentle. I know this all the way to my bones.
But I’ll still never let her go. I can’t. Even if I could, I wouldn’t.
She gives me everything I could ever want. Just gives it. She doesn’t like other men touching her. She got hurt bad all those years ago. Not just because she bled when he had her on the ground, but because the fear never went away and she freezes up. But with me she’s always hot and sweet and ready. That first night she said she loves me, and maybe she does, but love isn’t some magical switch that can turn a body on and off like that. It’s only trust that can—and she’s trusted me since I kicked that raping asshole’s head in.
I don’t deserve that from her either. But I’ve got it. And I’ll never betray her trust. Not even for my brothers. I’d do anything for them but that. Let them touch her, knowing how she’ll react? No chance in hell. Not at the clubhouse, not here, not for any reason. They can look all they want to. I don’t know how any man wouldn’t love looking at her.
Just don’t fucking touch.
Blowback comes up. If I’m looking as mean as I feel, he’s probably the only one who would dare right now. He doesn’t have more balls than the others. He just cares less about his continued wellbeing.
“Burnout?” I ask. Drunk at the goddamn meeting.
“A family barbecue this afternoon. He says he lost track of how many he had.”
“Fine him. One-fifty. Next time he loses track I take his patch.”
Blowback nods. His flat gaze is on the others as he says, “Goose is buying again.”
Meth. I don’t much care what the brothers get into on their own time. My veep doesn’t either. We’ve had to bail out Goose before on that shit and worked to clean him up, but that’s part of being brothers. We have each other’s backs. So there’s only one reason he’d bring it up now.
“Was he wearing his kutte?” Cops are just itching for a reason to raid our place. Goose will earn worse than an ass-kicking if he’s caught selling or buying while boasting our colors.
“Word is. I didn’t see it.”
“Whose word?”
“The prospect that Lily busted up last week.” When I look at him, he shrugs. “I paid him another visit. I wanted to know who the Eighty-Eight’s dealers were. He said we should be asking Goose.”
“We’re not taking that little shit’s word over Goose’s.”
“No. But I’ll be watching.”
“Give him a warning.”
“Already done.”
I nod and he heads off. Jenny’s slim thigh presses against mine. I glance down but she’s talking to Rita, who’s parked on the barstool next to her. Not trying to get my attention, then. Just keeping me close.
Then she looks over with the teasing glint back in her eyes, and that gets my dick’s attention. Shit. So this is how it’s going to be. A damn long night—and hard as a rock every time she looks at me.
But that look is worth it.
I end up watching her as much as I watch everything else going down. We haven’t been out together much and having her at the Den, by my side, is new for both of us. But she’s got a real easy way with people that would make a body think she’d been hanging out here awhile. She’s quick, too. Some of the brothers come up and they just want to pound fists and talk shit for a bit. Sometimes she joins in. But when they come up to talk business she seems to pick up on it without my saying anything, and she turns away to leave us to it. Probably all those years of living with the Titan’s prez. Her dad likely had club business carry over to their house from time to time.
Probably not exactly the same, though. I eye the brothers fucking club pussy in the back corner. I recognize some old ladies and some local girls who like a good time. But more and more, new faces have been showing up, most of them driving down from Bend. Some even from up in Portland. I don’t know what they’re expecting or what they’re hearing about the club, but too often they get right in over their heads. Stone and Gunner keep a lookout for anyone in trouble, so I encourage the brothers to keep the fucking inside. It’s easier to see if a hookup is going wrong when it’s right in front of us.
Some closer than others. From around the pool tables, a cheer rises over the music. It’s loud enough to get Jenny’s attention. She swivels on her stool and looks in that direction. There’s nothing to see yet. Just Old Timer and Spiral chalking their cues while Hashtag racks the balls. Most activity in the bar is slowing, though. At their tables, brothers are shutting up and settling back to watch the show.
Jenny glances up at me. “What happened?”
I shift closer, my leg pressing up against the edge of her seat. “Old Timer just put in his old lady.”
Her dark brows shoot up. “A bet?”
“Yep.”
She laughs a little. “Am I wrong in remembering that Old Timer plays the big tournaments pretty often? He’s been written up in the Observer a couple of times, right?”
The local paper. “You remember right. But he doesn’t always win while he’s here.”
“Spiral is that good?”
“No.” When her green eyes narrow, I explain a little better. “Sometimes Old Timer throws the game. It depends on whether he’s punishing Helena or not.”
Her frown is swift. “Punishes her by handing her over to someone else?”
“Punishes her by not handing her over.”
Her pink lips soften in surprise and her gaze shoots to Helena. With curly red hair and tits that don’t quit, Old Timer’s old lady always looks good when she comes in on his arm, but tonight she’s wearing a little red skirt, a white shirt that stretches the scooped neckline with every breath, and red heels like stilts. Her fingers are curled around Old Timer’s thick biceps and she’s giving him a saucy grin. No doubt Helena knew what she’d be getting tonight.
“You should come by on her birthday or around Christmas!” From the other side of the bar, Anna calls out over the music. “Then he lets her have five or six guys. We have to put a towel down!”
Jenny’s hand shoots up to cover her laugh. She glances to me for confirmation. When I nod, she looks to Anna, who grins at her and moves farther along the counter to take another order.
“Well, then. All right.” Still smiling, Jenny sips her beer and focuses on Helena again. “God, I hope I have her body when I’m that age.”
“You can have hers as long as I’ve still got yours.” And the fifteen or twenty years that Helena has on Jenny won’t nearly be enough for me.
She snorts and bumps her leg against mine. I’m hard as hell again and need to taste her, so I bend my head and catch her mouth. So damn sweet. She lets me right in and her green eyes are bright with need when I let her go. Her breath is coming fast. Her gaze slides out to the pool tables again and she casually takes another drink, but by the way her butt squirms in her seat a little I know she’s aching as much as I am.
It isn’t going to get any easier. Old Timer wins the break and begins clearing the stripes from the table. There’s just one left when he looks up at Helena. She looks back at him, then a w
ide smile curves her red lips when he sinks the eight ball. Shouts and cheers rise from the brothers. Old Timer just straightens up, watching as she bends over, bracing her hands on the edge of the pool table. Spiral waits for a nod from Old Timer before moving in.
Beside me, Jenny’s eyes are wide and she gulps about half her pint.
“All right?” We can get out of here if it isn’t.
She nods without looking away. There’s been hookups going on all night, and she hasn’t paid much attention to them. I can guess why this one’s different. It’s Helena. Not the high heels or the big tits, but the blissful anticipation that settles over her face when Spiral pushes her skirt up, revealing her round ass and a red thong. It’s the way her entire body shudders and her eyes lock with Old Timer’s when the man behind her slicks his fingers between her legs and holds up his hand to show everyone how wet she is. When it’s so strong and true, a woman’s pleasure is a mesmerizing thing and it’s hard to take your eyes from her. Fuck knows that’s part of the reason I can’t ever look away from Jenny when she’s with me.
I like watching her just as much now. She put some glossy makeup on her mouth that I thought would taste like sticky cherries or vanilla when I kissed her, but there was just Jenny’s flavor—and the gloss stayed on after. The sexy bow of her mouth glistens as her lips part and she draws in a ragged little breath. I don’t need to look over to know that Spiral has just filled Helena’s cunt with his dick. Jenny’s thighs are pressed together tight, the same way she squeezes my wrist when I’m fingering her pussy, the same way she clamps around my head when I’m fucking her with my tongue.
Christ, my cock has never ached so hard. “You like watching?”
“I guess I do.” She glances up at me. “You?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Her gaze drops to the erection trying to bust through my jeans and her glossy lips widen into a smile. Taking a sip, she looks back toward the pool table. “Have you ever done this?”