by Marie James
“I never imagined they’d be so religious,” I joke a little too loudly.
Lynch snaps his head back in my direction, and my body suddenly aches for him. The alcohol isn’t only working on Chains because I feel bold and brazen. I set my drink down and walk in his direction. The extra sway in my hips is for him alone. Molly being a couple inches shorter than me has never seemed like a blessing until I put on one of her blue jean skirts today. It barely covers my ass. Too bad I’m walking toward him because he’s missing out on the show from the back.
Before I can get fully across the room, he steps inside of the room and closes the heavy doors in my face.
“Asshole,” I mutter as I head back to the girls and scoop my drink back up.
“That was established a long time ago,” Molly says as she leans on me to steady herself.
“He’s not an asshole,” Minx argues.
A laugh bubbles from my throat. I wouldn’t be an asshole to her either. The girl is drop dead gorgeous, as in other-worldly.
“No one is mean to you,” Xena agrees with a kiss to her friend’s cheek. “Because that pussy of yours is so damn addictive.”
I nod my head, drunk and happy because I can see that about her. One sip turns into four more consecutive sips of the blue liquid.
“I bet your mouth tastes like heaven,” Ronan whispers in my ear as he gathers up the dirty cups on the table in front of us.
“Only one way to find out,” I tease as he walks away.
The girls laugh at me as I watch him leave.
“He’s great in bed,” Vixen advises from her seat at the pub-style table to the side of the dart board.
I tried to hate her, to give her the cold shoulder after watching her suck Lynch off a week ago, but I couldn’t stay mad. Not only was I turned on more than I ever have been while watching her, but she’s also so freaking nice. All of the girls here are. Molly told me they were, told me they were some of the most amazing women I’ll ever meet, but I couldn’t go on just her word. I couldn’t believe that women who lived here and fucked all the men would have any redeeming qualities, but they are amazing.
I haven’t had trouble with one single girl. The attention and seduction Lynch got last week from Vixen were just as powerful as what Axe got two days ago, and another member got last night. They really enjoy what they do. I’m the one with the preconceived notions of how women should act. Hell, I’ve been fighting against those standards since I was born, but put me in front of a group of people that are actually living freely like I’ve always wanted to do, and all of a sudden, I have negative opinions.
“My parents really fucked me up.”
“What are you muttering about over here?” Molly wraps her arms around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I really disliked these girls.” I wave my hand in front of me showcasing the entire group before freezing. They should be pissed, angry at me for saying that shit out loud, but they all smile. “But they’re too damn nice.”
“I’m not nice all the time,” Xena counters. “Let me get you on my cross, I’ll prove it.”
“That sounds like fun,” I tell her. “Right now?”
I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I have enough alcohol in my system to try just about anything.
“Did anyone see where TJ went?” Legs walks up and lifts a drink from the tray that has suddenly appeared from nowhere. “He left the room to grab some lube and never came back.”
“They’re in church,” one of the girls answer.
“Lube?” My eyes cross when I try to focus on her face. “Sweetheart, he should get you so wet that you never need lube.”
The girls chuckle around me, a chorus of happiness and disbelief.
“TJ is a master at getting a girl wet,” Minx purrs.
“Right?” Legs smiles around the lip of her cup before taking a long drink. “But the butt plug he has planned for tonight is huge.”
I spit my drink on everyone at her words. They don’t complain but merely wipe at the sticky liquid on their skin and smile.
“He’s being very generous then,” Velvet adds. “If he can’t get me wet enough, he just pulls out that beautiful knife of his and uses my blood.”
Horror crashes over me, but none of the other girls seemed concerned, which is most concerning of all.
“He fucking cuts you?” Several people not in our little group look over at us because my voice is so loud.
“We don’t kink-shame,” Velvet snaps. It’s the first time I’ve heard the woman have any type of ire in her voice. She’s the soft-spoken one.
“I wasn’t—”
“Candi!” My eyes roll in the direction of whoever just called my name.
“I wasn’t,” I rush to tell Velvet. “I swear. It just took me by surprise.”
She gives me a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Instantly, I feel like an asshole. These girls have been so nice to me, and I may have just ruined the friendships I’ve been building.
Briar walks up to our group. “Prez wants to see you. He’s in his room.”
I wait for whichever girl he was instructing to peel away from the group, but they all stand statue-still, watching me.
“You better not keep him waiting,” Vixen urges as she touches my arm.
I’m snapped out of my trance and self-recrimination.
“Me?” My attempt to press my finger to the middle of my chest just leaves me stabbing my tit a little too hard.
“You,” several of the girls answer.
“If you’re lucky, he’ll cuff you,” Minx whispers as I turn my head to the VP of the club. “The orgasms are always the strongest that way.”
“I like strong orgasms,” I agree, nodding my head a little too hard. My head swims, and my balance begins to fail. Someone catches me, steadying me before I topple over. Tears sting the backs of my eyes because I just insulted one of these girls, and they're still nice to me.
“She’s drunk,” Molly says as she steps in between Briar and me.
“She’s been called,” Briar counters before meeting my eyes. “Don’t keep him waiting.”
“Have fun!” one girl calls after me.
“You’re killing it in that skirt,” another one praises as I walk unsteadily to the entry of the hallway.
The door is standing open when I reach the door that has a crown on it. The numbered rooms at the other end of the hallway are for people who don’t live here. I was in room four when I met Lynch for the first time. Someone pointed out that the crown room is his, clarifying that no one is allowed in here unless they have direct permission from the President himself.
I snort as I cross the threshold and point at the painted crown. “A little pretentious isn’t it?”
Lynch is sitting on the end of the bed, hair damp from a shower and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“My father—” He cuts himself off. Clearly, I’m not deserving of an explanation.
Stopping myself before I throw myself at his feet, I remember that I’m pissed.
“I don’t like being called to come sit on your lap like a fucking dog.”
“You’re the sexiest bitch I’ve ever seen,” he replies.
In the normal world, I’d claw his eyes out for saying something like that. At the Ravens’ clubhouse, I’m pretty sure his words are an incredible compliment, but I can’t let him know how happy it makes me.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Your opinion of me won’t keep you from coming on my cock.” The scrutiny of his gaze forces chill bumps to sweep over my arms and down my exposed legs. “Are you high?”
“A little drunk,” I confess.
“Are you wet right now?”
Lying, I shake my head. Truth be told, I started to slicken the second Briar told me Lynch was waiting for me.
“Are you too drunk to fuck?”
I shake my head before adding, “But I don’t know if you’re the one I’ll be fucking tonight.”
He growls, and I don’t know if it’s my slightly intoxicated state or if he has superpowers, because he crosses the room with super-human speed.
Chapter 15
Lynch
“You won’t be fucking anyone but me,” I hiss in her ear.
“For tonight,” she deadpans.
“You have plans or someone else picked out?”
“Ronan did compliment the taste of my mouth.”
I release her the second she squeals in pain, not realizing my grip on her tightened.
“I’ll fucking kill him.” She catches my arm before I can make it out of the room.
“He didn’t kiss me.” Her shy smile is a total contradiction to how I last saw her in the chapel after coming on her fingers. Fuck if I don’t want both the filthy girl and the virgin-like tease. “We’ve been drinking Blue Motherfuckers, and he just said he bet my mouth tasted good.”
So that explains TJ’s comment in the chapel about my balls.
“Heaven,” she adds.
“What?”
“He didn’t say good. He said it would taste like heaven.”
She tugs on my arm again when I begin to turn to leave the room. I’ll take both his and Briar’s asses down to the basement. My VP should’ve never recommended that fucker for a prospect and people who make mistakes fucking die around here.
“Why don’t you decide?”
My body freezes when her lips press to mine, and it takes several long moments before I’m cognizant enough to pull my mouth from hers.
“I don’t kiss the whores.” Her eyes flash with hurt at my words. “Always remember that.”
My lips crash against hers, our tongues tangling the second she gasps in surprise. I was going to pull away, treat her like every other woman here, but the pain in her eyes was too much. Frustrated that I let her play me, I nip her lip, earning a little yelp.
“I don’t think we should fuck.”
She says the words the second I pull my lips back to readjust before diving back again.
“Sorry, babe, but it’s gonna happen.” My tongue trails down the column of her neck, on a mission to gain access to her gorgeous tits.
“I want to be sober. I want to remember our one time together.”
“One time?” I pull my head back from her skin and look at her.
“Molly says you don’t do repeats.” She pants when I grip her hips harder. “That once you fuck a girl, you don’t touch them again.”
I won’t argue with her misconception, because it’s mostly true. There are, however, leaks in the theory. I’ve let Vixen suck me off several times, and I haven’t completely given up on Legs. Her mouth was fucking epic the other night. Another problem with her theory is that I don’t always fuck the girls. Some suck me off, and that’s it. I’ve never been inside Minx or Piper. I shudder at the thought of messing around with Piper. She’s been more of a surrogate mom since I was thirteen. Of course, that hasn’t stopped TJ from plowing that field regularly. She enjoys fucking him, and I think he takes out some of his aggression and anger from his mom being gone out on her.
“Where are you?” Cool hands cup my cheeks.
“Not inside your pussy like I want to be,” I grunt, knowing she just caught me getting lost in my head. “I’m not going to force you to fuck me, Candi.”
She frowns. “I never said you were forcing me.”
I grip her waist tighter when she tries to step away.
“I just want to rem—”
I press my lips against her before she can repeat her words. Lifting her, I groan when her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bed.
“Let’s make a deal,” I concede, her dubious look almost pulling a chuckle from deep inside my chest. “If you don’t remember it tomorrow, I’ll fuck you again.”
She smiles brightly, a teasing twitch playing at the corner of her mouth. “What’s your name again?”
“You need to remember everything I tell you,” I order as I set her on the bed and position her arms over her head.
“Haven’t we already discussed my memory issue tonight?”
Her eyes dart to the cuff on her right hand when I snap the cold metal on it.
“You need to stop teasing my brothers.”
“I didn’t tease Ronan,” she argues.
“The details won’t make a difference when he’s dead,” I mutter.
“Huh?” She looks over at her other wrist when I secure it to the headboard.
“Nothing, babe. Are you ready to come?”
“I heard the orgasms you give when a girl is cuffed are amazing.” Pink tints her cheeks, and I hate the sight of her shirt, knowing that it’s covering the incredible blush that is sure to be traveling over her tits right about now.
“You need to stop talking to the other girls,” I huff as I lift her shirt over her chest and open the front snap on her bra.
She whimpers when my mouth travels from one hardened nipple to the other.
“If you fuck me, you have to let me leave the clubhouse.”
My head jerks back immediately. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
Just the thought of her leaving makes my heart race. Fear that she’d somehow snuck away while I was gone was what made me leave Detroit earlier today and race to get back here.
“Look,” she says angling her head up in the direction of her restrained hands. All but her middle finger curl down.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, babe. No doubt about that.”
“Lynch,” she hisses before I can lower my mouth back to her nipples. “Look.”
Annoyed, I raise my eyes back to her hand.
“My nails are awful. This one is broken.” She flips me the bird a second time, and I notice a chip in it.
“I’m not worried about your nails, doll.”
“You will be when I draw blood on your back.”
Just the idea of her digging her nails into my skin because I’m fucking her so good makes my cock throb harder.
“Good thing you’re cuffed, huh?”
She doesn’t mention her damn nails again when I lower my mouth and suck her nipple as hard as I please.
“Nice.”
Scrambling, I cover Candi’s body with my own and look over my shoulder at the still-open doorway.
“Get the fuck out,” I hiss at the couple standing just outside of my room. “And close the goddamned door.”
“You never minded people watching before,” Chains complains. His eyes aren’t on mine but roving over the exposed parts of Candi’s body.
“And he’s never fucked a girl in his room either,” Piper says as she reaches for the doorknob. “Things are changing around here.”
“What are you waiting for,” Candi says with a roll of her hips.
When I look back down at her, there’s a brightness in her eyes that wasn’t there before.
“You should be scared of me,” I warn when she watches my eyes with expectancy.
“I’m terrified of you,” she pants when I pull back and shift my weight enough to get her blue jean skirt up over her hips.
“Yet, you’re dripping.”
My fingers tease and toy with her seam, and if I hadn’t spent more than half the day on the road, I’d situate myself between her trim thighs and feast on her. My balls are aching too much for foreplay. I haven’t sunk inside of a hot cunt since Legs climbed on my dick over two weeks ago.
Feeling deprived and a little angry that she’s to blame, I roll far enough away from Candi to grab a condom out of my discarded jeans. Anticipation trembles in my hands as I strip off the towel, open the foil wrapper, and sheathe my dick.
“You better get one really good orgasm,” I warn as I line my cock up to her slick entrance. “I’m not going to last all night.”
“So disappointing,” she whispers. I ram inside of her in one forceful thrust. When she moans from deep inside her chest, I realize it wasn’t as punishing as I had planned on.
“
Is this what disappointment feels like?” I rock back and forth, thrusting in fast and retreating in a slow and torturous speed.
She nods, but a wicked smile plays on her lips.
Her deviousness makes me want to spray her with my cum long before she has the chance to meet her climax, but I’m a selfish bastard, anticipating just how miraculous her tight cunt is going to squeeze my dick when she orgasms.
“Deeper,” she begs when I tease her with my tip. Her eyes widen when I slam forward. “Too deep.”
“Really?” I ram into her again.
“No. Oh, god it’s perfect. Don’t stop.”
Words quickly become impossible, and I fucking revel in the quietness that fills the room. Only the harsh pants of our breaths and the amazing sounds of our flesh slapping can be heard. She doesn’t pretend, doesn’t arch her back like a porn star and feed me filthy, rehearsed lines like some girls have done in the past.
Every sound she makes, every movement of her luscious body is solely in response to what I’m doing to her.
“Amazing,” I praise, stilling my hips as she breaks apart under me.
“Don’t fucking stop!” she yells, wrapping her slender legs around me to hook at the small of my back.
“Jesus.” I begin to move again, my body moving at an erratic tempo. There’s no rhyme or reason any longer, no measured strokes or skill. She’s left me mindless and out of fucking control. I hate being out of control, even in here, even when it’s only the two of us and nothing else in the world matters.
I roar when I come, so loudly Candi stills under me. It doesn’t stop the pulsing clench of her hot pussy on my dick though. She’s unable to control her body either. That gives me a little peace.
With my heart still thundering in my chest and my pulse so loud I can’t hear her breaths, I reach up and undo the cuffs from her wrists, wincing when she tucks them against her tits and rubs them tenderly.
“Thanks, doll.” I kiss her temple and leave the bed.
The shower is calling my name. Tension fills my shoulders from the long ride back today as I walk to the shower.
Chapter 16
Candi
“Stop,” I groan as I try to shake off whoever is trying to nudge me awake. “Sleeping here.”
