“Which sounds like a very good idea,” Ink whispers into my ear.
Although having Ink so close to me is immediately turning me on, I don’t want to act like some whore he’s summoned and jump straight into bed with him. I arch my brow. “Can’t a girl have a drink first?”
For a reply, he takes hold of my hand, leads me out of the kitchen and into the clubroom itself. It is busy. Heavy metal music is playing loudly, a thumping beat that goes straight through me. Wills and Sparky have their heads close to two pretty girls I haven’t seen here before, probably the only way they can hear anything they might be saying. Two of the club girls are dancing, if you can call it that. They’re gyrating and contorting as though advertising their services. One’s wearing such a skimpy dress she’s in danger of… Too late, her boob’s hanging out now, but she doesn’t seem to care.
Fast looking away, I spy another group of giggling girls by the bar, certainly not dressed for the weather. But then, the amount of bodies around means it is warm in here. Though there’s no way I’m removing my sweater.
Ink suddenly stills beside me. He catches the sleeve of Mace and uses it to pull him close. “Who’re they?” His head jerks toward two men standing close to the girls.
“Hangarounds. Not been here before. Cad’s checking them out.”
“Serious?”
“Could be.”
If I wasn’t almost Ink and Mace’s height, I wouldn’t have been able to hear their conversation, but I am, and I do. Shamelessly I listen, wanting to learn all I can about his club.
“Want me to have a word with them?”
“Wouldn’t hurt, Ink. If you don’t mind.” The enforcer spares an apologetic glance at me as if I might have other plans. I do, but I’ve got all night.
“We were going to have a drink anyway, weren’t we, Ink?”
“Come on, then.” Ink leads the way through the throng to get to the bar, my having to sidestep quickly to avoid having a drink spilled over me by yet another strange man.
Ink growls at him as he passes. “Howard.”
The man looks sheepish, mutters a quick sorry to me, and disappears into the crowd.
“Wannabe biker,” Ink quickly explains. “Man likes to talk bikes all day long and loves coming to our parties. Hasn’t even got a ride. But he’s harmless enough.”
I spy another couple of guys who I don’t recognise. I’m surprised they let strangers into the club.
“Why aren’t you worried about them?” I speak directly into his ear, pointing them out. “They’re not members either.”
“For a start, we keep everything locked down on party nights. Meeting room, offices, even the bedrooms. So, they can see we have a bar, so what?” I appreciate him taking the time to explain. “As for these two, I know them. They come fairly regularly. Hang around the auto-shop as well. Now unlike Howard, they are hardened bikers, ride in all weathers. Well, except for tonight. Even they’re not as stupid as that. It’s pretty brutal out there.”
He’s telling me. I just drove in it. My mind’s trying to establish the hierarchy of the visitors. “Do they go with the club girls?”
He shakes his head. “No, the sweet butts are just for us. Well,” he goes a delightful shade of red, “my brothers for now, anyway. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they manage to go off with one of the visiting girls. I expect you’ve noticed there’s a few around.” I have. And currently one is eyeing up the man by my side. She quickly turns away at my glare and the possessive arm I sneak around his waist.
Ink narrows his eyes, then turns around. He looks back at me and snorts, with a brow raised. “Come on, let’s get that drink.” The blond he’d all but ignored, stands and watches us stride off, her hands on her hips. I get a warm feeling inside that he hadn’t more than glanced at the pretty girl.
We get to the bar. Ink orders two beers having asked what I wanted.
As Karl opens the bottles, Ink leans in. “Any problems?” He jerks his head toward the men standing a few feet down that he’d discussed with Mace.
Karl shakes his head. “Nah, but full of questions about prospecting and the club.”
Ink gestures give me more.
“They asked some serious questions, more about what the experience of being a prospect is actually like. Turns out they’ve both served, and when I’d described it, they likened it to being a new recruit.”
“You reckon they want to come on board?”
The prospect shrugs. “Can’t be certain. I did tell them it was fuckin’ hard work.”
Ink looks worried, and I can understand why. As the prospect goes off to fulfil another drink order, I speak into his ear. “Must be worrying, taking new people in after what happened with Skull.”
I’ve surprised him. He looks at me sharply, then sighs. “I suppose Mel told you all about what happened.”
“I was the one who found Skull in Vegas,” I remind him. “Of course, she told me how that had turned out.” I think for a moment. “I always worry whether I should have told her or kept quiet.”
“Why would you have kept that shit to yourself?” he asks, his eyes wide. “Of course, she, we wanted to know.”
“She lost the baby.” My voice has gone quiet.
“And you think that’s down to you?”
For an answer, I shrug.
“Jeez. Beth, that’s not on you. That’s on Skull. Motherfucker played her, played all of us. Mel wouldn’t have wanted to carry on mourning him.” Ink looks around, surveying the room which is packed.
I follow what’s caught his eye then look away fast. I’ve now seen far more of Lizard’s ass than I ever wanted and don’t recognise the girl who’s lying on the pool table with her legs up around him. Mind you, it’s not exactly her face which I had the best sight of.
“Don’t you need to talk to the hangarounds?” I ask. Realising if this is a typical party, I probably would be more comfortable just with Ink in his room.
“Yeah. Do you mind? Hey, Karl. Make sure Beth’s okay for a second?”
The prospect nods. Showing he takes his new duty seriously, after a quick glance to check no members are waiting to be served—visitors can apparently wait—he leans on the bar. “Heard you’re going to have a go riding Beaver’s Sportster.”
I nod, but glumly. “Had it planned for tomorrow, but with this…” I point in the direction of one of the large windows where large flakes of snow can be seen falling in the light spilling out from the clubroom.
“Yeah, winters can be crap. There’s always next week. Ink tell you Beaver’s thinking of selling his ride?”
I raise an eyebrow.
Karl nods a confirmation, then suggests, “You get on with it, could make him an offer.”
Have my own motorcycle? That sounds great. I grin. “Think I’ll have to learn how to ride it first.”
“Sorry about that, babe. Thanks, Karl.”
Karl, who’d straightened as Ink approached, raises his chin then moves away.
“All done?” I ask. He hadn’t taken long.
“For now. Cad will need to dig into their backgrounds, but on the surface, they’re saying the right shit.” His eyes narrow.
“What?”
“Never thought I’d be talking to a… woman about club business.”
I smile at the way he stopped himself from calling me a bitch. Progress? Maybe. Then I frown. “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn.”
“Nah, babe.” His eyes stare into mine. “Won’t be able to share much with you, but if there’s stuff I can, don’t think I’d mind talking it over. Them?” He jerks his head behind him to the men he was just speaking to. “Maybe a woman could sniff out if they carry a bad smell.”
“Mel didn’t.” Then I rethink. “Actually, yes, she did. She tried hard to stay out of Skull’s clutches at first. She should have gone with her first instinct.”
“She should’ve.” He raises his hand to my face. “Now, enough about Mel, those assholes behind me and anyone else. Have y
ou had enough socialising and want to come upstairs?”
Oh, God. Over Ink’s shoulder I catch sight of Thunder pawing at a girl… he’s got her breasts out. He’s licking her nipple in full view. Her head’s thrown back, clearly into it…
When I turn back to Ink, my face burns.
After spinning around to see what I’d noticed, Ink turns back with a smirk. “I take it you’ve seen enough.” The sight of his brother seems to have affected him in a very different way as his voice has dropped an octave and his pupils have dilated.
Turning my head in the other direction, I quickly swing it back having caught the sight of one of the young girls on her knees in front of the much older Rusty, her head bobbing up and down in his lap.
Again, Ink follows my line of sight. “You could get down on your knees for me, doll.”
“What?” I squeak. He can’t be serious, can he?
Oh shit. Now to my side I can see one of the club girls sitting with her legs either side of Sparky’s thighs. Describing what she’s doing as a lap dance would be far too tame. The way he’s thrusting his hips…
“Yeah, doll.” Ink’s voice challenges me.
The air has become heavy as musk mingles with the smell of cigarette smoke. Wild horses wouldn’t have dragged the confession out of me, but the full-on orgy that appears to have started is indeed turning me on. Though not to the extent I’m prepared to give my man a blow job in public.
Swallowing rapidly, I glance back at the expectant man by my side. “I will, but not here.”
“Chicken,” he leans in to tell me. Then he removes the drink I’m still holding from my hand and places it on the bar. “If I’m not getting my cock sucked here, it’s time to move this party upstairs.”
I swallow again, then nod, and make no protest as he wraps his arm around me and takes me to the stairway which leads upward to his room. After he turns the key in the lock, I follow him in.
Closing the door he leans his back against it and immediately instructs while pressing on my shoulder, “Down.”
Heaven help me, but I do. Spurred on by what I’d seen downstairs, the competitive side of me wants to give him a blow job of the type he’s never experienced before. I undo his belt and carefully pull down the zipper taking care not to trap his uncovered cock in the teeth. Then I lick the head, making him suck in air.
But he’s not leaving me in charge. I might be the one with my mouth near his cock, but he takes control. Fisting his hand in my hair, he again issues an instruction, “Open.”
I do. He takes advantage, thrusting inside, so far and so fast it makes me gag, but he’s relentless, and pulls out a little, only to thrust in again. I choke.
“Fuck, babe, so good.”
This is how he wants it?
He must have been turned on by his brothers getting their needs met downstairs. My hands rise to caress his heavy ball sac, but then fall to my sides as I realise this isn’t me giving him pleasure, it’s him taking what he wants. As he continues pumping his hips, my eyes are watering, I’m gasping for breath, trying to breathe but his hold on me is so tight I can’t pull away. I slap his legs with my hands, but to no effect.
“Fuck, woman. Your mouth is heaven.”
I wish I could say that about his dick.
I feel him start to swell and wait for him to pull out, but he’s giving me no option. He’s moving faster and I can’t do anything to stop it. Suddenly my mouth is filled with his cum.
I swallow and gag, then swallow again until at last his cock shrinks and finally he pulls out, his grip on my hair relaxing simultaneously.
“Jeez, little girl. Jeez.” He seems to have lost the ability to form sentences. “Fuckin’ amazin’.”
He’s used me. Just like a whore to satisfy his needs.
Chapter Thirteen
Ink
Beth’s not a whore.
Yet I’ve just treated her exactly like one. I’d allowed her no choice in how she’d given me head, taken what I’d wanted, issued no warning and came down her throat without asking permission.
It had felt so damn good I’d gotten carried away and used her.
For a second, I can do nothing but lean my head back against the door and give myself a moment to regain my breath and to avoid looking down to see the horror and disgust in her face. She’ll leave me. Maybe go with one of my brothers. I’ll deserve it.
The one thing I never feel after sex is guilt.
I blame the X-rated atmosphere downstairs together with my desire for Beth which had grown over the days we’ve been apart. Those factors, and my unusual-for-me abstinence had ramped up my desire until I just had to have her, and the fastest way was to get her lips around my cock.
She’s not a whore. I should woo her with flowers and sweet words. Not… It seems like an age but in reality is less than a minute before I summon the nerve to glance down, dreading the expression I’m certain to see, wondering if an apology is going to cut it.
Her watering eyes are wide, staring up at me with horror. Her swollen lips are gently parted, and her cheeks are red. She looks like she’s been properly face fucked as she wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand.
I’m unable to do anything as slowly she gets to her feet. “Stand aside, Ink.”
“Beth—”
“I’m not one of your club girls, Ink. I deserve better than that.”
“Beth—”
“I don’t mind giving you a blow job, but it’s mine to gift, not for you to take.”
I’d try saying her name again, but I don’t know what to tag on the end. She’s right. One hundred percent. Breezy, Tulia, fuck, any of the girls here would have taken what I’ve just done without complaint, but I’ve no excuse for the way I’ve used Beth. She’s not a toy for me to play with, she’s a woman I should respect.
“Move, Ink.” She steps closer, her eye on the wood of the door I’m still standing against.
I have no words. No excuses. After sending her a plea with my eyes which has no effect, I take a step to the side.
She wastes no time, turning the handle and stepping out.
She’s at the top of the stairs by the time I catch up with her. My fingers curl around her arm, a touch she could easily evade, but it does stop her forward progress. “Beth, don’t leave like this, please. Come back, let’s talk.”
“Talk?” she huffs, not even turning.
“I’m sorry.” The belated apology at last escapes. “I don’t know what came over me. I… you… You’re too fuckin’ irresistible. I got carried away.”
“You scared me, Ink.”
That shocks me. “I’d never hurt you, Beth.”
“You just did.” She sounds like she’s about to burst into tears. The shudder I see running through her body suggests she’s only just holding it together.
“Please, Beth. Come back. Don’t leave like this.” I’ll beg if I have to. “Please.”
“Why Ink? I’m sure any of the girls downstairs could give you what you want—”
“They can’t,” I interrupt her. “They’re not you, and they’re not who I want.”
At last she turns. Her eyes stare into mine. “I can’t be used, Ink. Not by you.”
I take the liberty of brushing her hair back from her face. “I know, babe. Look, I’m learning here. I’m going to make some fuckin’ mistakes. I’m a man, I fuck up. I got carried away. You think one of those girls down there could satisfy me? You think their mouth is anything like yours? You think I come so hard with anyone else? Fuck knows I want to, but I don’t. But if you don’t like it, I’ll never do that again.”
“How can I trust you?”
My arm lowers, my other one joins it; I take the risk of pulling her into my arms, she’s pliant and comes to me, and thank fuck her trembling has stopped. “I don’t know how to convince you. But we find something you don’t like? We don’t repeat it, or not without making some adjustments. You don’t want to swallow my cum, duly noted.”
“It’s not that I don’t, it’s that you gave me no choice. I want a partner, not someone who takes.”
My hand eases up and down her back. “Partners eh? Partners reciprocate, don’t they?” Taking a liberty, I run my lips over hers, kiss her cheek, then say into her ear, “Come back to my room, and I’ll give you my mouth.”
Fuck. I’ve never stood in a hallway trying to persuade a woman into my bed. They don’t give out the right signals, don’t want to have sex, I don’t force them, just move on to someone who does. She’s right, there’s a room full of sluts below who’d come running at just one crook of my finger. But I don’t want any of them. I meant what I said, it’s her, and only her, I want.
“I didn’t totally hate it,” she says at last. “I wanted to be on my knees, wanted to please you, but it felt like I could have been anyone kneeling there. I felt I was being used, that you didn’t care who’s mouth your cock was in.”
I turn her to face me. “Oh, Beth, that’s so far from true. It’s you I wanted, you I was with. Only you. Look, I’m an idiot, what can I say?”
I feel her eyes burning into mine. “What are we doing, Ink? You don’t want a relationship, and I don’t want a man without one.”
“Fuck, knows, babe. With you, I’m breaking every one of the rules I’ve ever imposed. But, pretty Beth, there’s just something about you that means you’re worth all the shit you’re putting me through.”
She’s quiet for a moment, still staring at me. Then she rests her cheek on my shoulder. “I think you said something about giving me your mouth?”
“Fuck yeah,” I say fast, before she changes her mind. “Come on, babe.” I take a deep breath, then gently reaching down and wrap my hand around one of hers. Then I lead her back into my room, thanking fuck I was able to persuade her.
Inside, I push her back against the door. Placing my palms against her cheek, I lower my lips to hers. When she opens and lets me in I can taste my cum in her mouth. It’s fucking exhilarating, but a reminder that I pushed her too far, too fast.
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