I lifted her to her feet, crushing her mouth with mine and tasting myself on her lips. I didn’t care. As I slowly pulled away, I saw the hunger in her eyes and I knew I couldn’t go to the club and leave her unsatisfied. She gasped when I lifted her up to my shoulders, keeping her back against the wall for support. She instinctively spread her legs until her legs were hanging down my backside. The position placed her pussy right in my face.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to devour you.” Her scent, the thick wetness glistening on her pussy-- I knew inside would be and taste even hotter. “Pull your shorts aside.” I buried my face against her pussy and went to town, lavishing attention to her clit and labia, drinking up every drop of wetness she put on my tongue.
“Rock!” she cried. “Oh, God!” Her hips were already moving to the thrust of my tongue.
Her hands clenched my shoulders as I ate her out. Using my tongue like my dick, I fucked her as deep as I could go. I pulled and sucked on her clit, I bit down on it and held her easily through her brief struggles, until the pain had morphed into pleasure and she melted against my mouth. She tasted like heaven, and I couldn’t get enough. I knew when she was getting ready to come when her panting picked up and she began to move her hips faster. I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs and held her firmly against my mouth, showing no mercy when she exploded.
“I’m coming!” she cried, losing all control against me. My taste buds exploded with the sweet taste of her cream, and I fucked her through her orgasm, greedy for more. I could eat her pussy all damned day, and when she’d had enough and tried to pull away, I kept right on going. “Rock−” she gasped out in a breathless cry. “I can’t! It’s too much!” I grinned like a bastard. “Please!” She continued to convulse against me as if she were plugged into an electrical outlet and getting zapped.
Eventually, and slowly, I pulled back so she could relax against me. She’d leaned her head back against the wall, and her expression revealed her total satisfaction. Her pretty mouth was open and she was gasping for breath, sweat beaded on her brow. Her pretty complexion was flushed with hot color.
“You okay?” I asked after a while. Smiling, she nodded, but didn’t open her eyes to meet mine. I grinned around the scent of her climax, which should be bottled and sold in adult stores. It was potent, it was raw, and it had the power to make my dick hard.
I took hold of her waist and slowly lowered her to the ground. Our eyes met and clung. “That was intense,” she said softly, giving me a small smile.
I couldn’t agree more. “I didn’t want to leave you wanting all day, especially after the nice surprise you gave me.”
“You’re leaving?”
I nodded. “Club work. I know about girls’ night tonight.” Her eyes grew round with surprise. “Relax, babe, I’m glad you’re spending time with the old ladies of the club. Like I have the brotherhood, you’ll need them. They’ll be a good support system for you and Sam.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be around to watch Sam. He’ll be staying at Snake and Robin’s house. Apparently they have a certified babysitter.”
“Yeah, Sheryl’s great with kids. She’s been their live-in sitter for years. I trust her with Sam.” Her expression relaxed somewhat, and I wondered if it was my comment about trusting Sheryl, or just the fact that I knew her. “I gotta finish getting dressed.” I walked toward the steps.
“Would you like breakfast before you go?” Allie called out behind my back.
I was tempted, I really was, if only to be able to spend more time with her, but I knew Hawk was expecting me. “No, thanks, babe. I’ll grab something at the club.”
For whatever reason I decided not to tell Allie that I would be showing up at Ruby’s that night.
Chapter 21
Allie
Once I met Sheryl I felt more at ease about leaving Sam with her. She was a pretty, quiet spoken woman that seemed to have a natural-born gift when it came to dealing with children. It was obvious that Robin’s four, Carol’s little guy, and Audra’s two adored her. I watched their interaction with amusement and awe at how they all listened attentively whenever Sheryl addressed them. She handled them so calmly, and they eagerly did everything she asked.
Sam was an outgoing little boy, so it didn’t surprise me that he’d taken to her immediately, as well as to the other children. Robin’s twins, Joey and Jolie, were quick to welcome Sam into their little group and I’d left the house feeling warm and happy inside that my son would be okay. So far, the move seemed to be working out well for him.
The six of us had taken control of a half-moon-shaped booth at the club, and I sat watching the activity going on around us. Our table was littered with little evening clutches, glasses, and cell phones. A large candle burned in the center of the table, adding to the already intimate atmosphere of the club. The music varied, although rock dominated, and the dance floor was crowded with gyrating couples that looked more like they were fucking than dancing. For a Thursday night I was amazed at how busy Ruby’s Nightclub was.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” Audra asked, touching my arm to get my attention.
“Haven’t got enough booze in me yet,” I joked. “This is a nice place.”
She nodded before admitting, “Yeah, it’s the only place we can get away from our men. Well, maybe except for Craig. He’d prefer a place like this over a biker bar or strip club.”
“So the guys from the club don’t come here?”
“Not usually. Once in a while they show up, just to make sure we’re not getting into any trouble, and to mark their territory.” She laughed, reaching for her virgin pina colida.
“Okay, I know you don’t mean that they pee on any of you.”
Audra was in the process of taking a sip and grabbed her napkin to cover her mouth just as she spit out her drink in laughter “God, girl, you can’t say stuff like that right after someone takes a drink!”
I covered my own mouth, smiling behind my hand. “I’m so sorry!” She waved me off, still laughing. “So, what did you mean?”
“Our men are alphas,” she said unnecessarily. “And what’s worse than an alpha?” I shrugged. “A bad-ass alpha. They’ll mark their territory every chance they get. And honey, we’re their property.”
I could agree with that. After the previous night and this morning with Rock, it felt as if he’d claimed me. I turned my attention back to the dance floor. Trish, Michelle, and Robin were talking, laughing, and moving wildly, while Carol was at the bar getting another virgin mudslide. She was also ordering another round of vodka cranberries for those of us who could drink. She’d grown tired of waiting for the server to return to our table, and seeing how busy the place was, it wasn’t hard to understand why they weren’t more attentive. The poor waitresses were hopping all over the room trying to fill orders and keep people happy.
Michelle was Jumper’s old lady. Like the others, she was sweet and friendly, and totally in love with her biker. She actually looked like a biker chick, with two tattooed sleeves and piercings in her ears, eyebrow, and lower lip. Her short, spiky hair was pitch black, making the blue of her eyes pop. She was thin as a rail, but didn’t let her lack of curves keep her from being feminine in her pink mini skirt and clinging blouse.
Robin, on the other hand was the complete opposite. Her curves rivaled those of a Kardashian. With platinum hair hanging in curls down her back, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a red men’s shirt that reached mid-thigh and was cinched at her waste with a black belt. I was pretty sure her hair was natural because she had beautiful, porcelain-like skin with just a hint of color on her cheeks, and her brown eyes were made-up in that sexy, smoky look.
All of the women were beautiful inside and out. I knew within minutes of being around them that they were going to be good friends, and I ate up every little tidbit they shared with me about themselves. They all had interesting stories of how they’d ended up with bikers, but Audra and Hawk’s story was by far the most entertaining. I coul
dn’t help but be thankful that I hadn’t been around during all the chaos the club had gone through at the time.
“There’s nothing more exciting than a biker,” Audra had said to no one in particular when the six of us had first settled into our booth.
“Does riding a moped count?” Carol had joked, causing everyone to laugh. Audra had informed her sadly that no, a moped didn’t count. That none of their men would be caught dead on one. After that the conversation had switched to several different topics, some going on all at once while we gradually downed our drinks. When they began to play a song that Trish liked, she, along with Robin and Michelle, got up from the table to dance. That had been about fifteen minutes ago, and the girls hadn’t stopped moving.
“Hey, look.” I followed Audra’s gaze in the direction she had tilted her head, trying to point someone out without being obvious. “Table of cute guys over there, I think they’ve been watching us.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why shouldn’t they be looking, we’re a table of cute girls.” That comment was not something I would normally say. Oh, God, was the vodka cranberries starting to get to me?
I’d already noticed them earlier, and they’d given our table a few curious glances too. One man in particular had been obvious about it. I got the impression that he was the leader of the group of five men. The others, two on either side of him, seemed to look to him for direction. They were drinking heavily and were casually dressed, and were sitting and watching what was going on. Not that there was anything wrong with that, I was doing the same thing.
“We can look, but we can’t touch,” Audra said, smiling.
“Can we dance with them?” Carol asked. She’d just reached the table and had obviously overheard some of our conversation. She crawled into the booth next to Audra. “I mean, Craig won’t take me dancing, so why can’t I dance with a stranger? It’s innocent.” She took a sip of her fresh drink. “It’s not like he can knock me up.”
We all laughed at that. “The guys think we dance with each other. Do you think they’d still allow us to come here without them if they knew we were dancing with strange men?”
I picked up on one word in particular. “What do you mean ‘allow?’” Both women turned my way. “This is girls’ night out. It’s for us to let down our hair and have some fun. As long as we don’t let anyone put their tongues down our throats or sleep with them, why shouldn’t we enjoy dancing with them?”
Carol laughed. “Oh! Oh! I think we have a rebel in our group,” she joked. “Honestly, I don’t think Craig would mind. He knows that I love him. It’s all about trust.”
“Trust isn’t the issue with Hawk. He just doesn’t like the thought of another man’s hands on me.” She pinned her gaze on me. “And knowing Rock, I can say he’s of the same mind.”
“The difference is that Rock hasn’t made any commitment to me.” I chose to forget about our recent fuck fest. “I’m the mother of his son, and that’s all.”
“She has a point,” Carol chimed in.
Audra shrugged. “As long as you know what you’re doing, honey. I’ve seen Rock angry, and I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”
As I considered Audra’s warning one of the scantily clad waitresses came over with another round of drinks. The three of us looked at the full glasses that Carol had ordered and had been placed on the table a few minutes earlier, then back to the server in confusion. The server indicated the table of cute men. “Compliments of table twelve.” She then hurried off.
“Don’t look at them,” Audra said seriously. “Or they’ll think that’s an invite to come over here.” Her eyes grew large when I crawled out of the booth. “Where are you going?”
Laughing at her expression I said, “Relax. I’m just going to dance a little bit.”
I was definitely feeling the alcohol. As soon as I reached the dance floor, found a spot, and began to move my ass, my head was spinning. The dance floor lighting was a blinking flash of rainbow colors, and it didn’t help. I closed my eyes, willing the feeling away. I felt the heat of the bodies around me, the floor so packed that we were like sardines. Laughter escaped me when I realized that they were the only thing keeping me on my feet for the moment. Finally the dizziness passed, but I kept my eyes shut and started to swing my hips again.
The place was loud, and my body was thrumming with the beat warming my blood. The whole room seemed to be vibrating through me. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed dancing, it had been so long. I knew Robin, Trish, and Michelle were nearby, but it would be impossible to hear them speaking unless we were right on top of each other. When I did open my eyes again it was to see the man from the “table of cute guys” dancing directly in front of me.
It was the one I’d deemed their leader. I faltered slightly with surprise before pulling myself together. There was no reason to think that he was there for any reason other than to dance. As we continued to move I offered him a small smile. He just stared into my eyes, not returning it. Feeling uneasy, I turned away from him, shooting a glance at my table. Audra shook her head a little, as if to warn that I might be sorry, while Carol did the silly eyebrow dance. Both had smiles on their faces, though. But all that changed the second the man put his hands on me. Audra’s smile disappeared when she noticed his hands on my hips.
Surprised at his boldness, I put my hands over his with the intention of removing them. The sudden heat against my backside revealed that he’d also moved in close. When he spoke his breath moved the curls against the back of my neck that had escaped my sloppy bun.
“You’re new, pretty lady,” he said into my ear. Too close for comfort. “You belong to Phantom Riders?”
I stiffened. “I don’t belong to anyone, and if I were you, I’d step back.”
“You’re with them, so you must belong to one of the members.”
“Please take your hands off me.” I dug my nails into his hands.
“I don’t see your men around. And is that any way to thank someone for sending a round of drinks to your table?” His hands clenched, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
“You must have a death wish,” I said, staring into the worried eyes of Audra and trying to remain calm. I must have failed, because she picked up her phone, and I had no doubt who she was calling. “My friend is making a phone call−”
The man laughed into my ear. “I’ll find out what brother you belong to. In the meantime, tell Phantom Riders to watch their backs. Blue Knights are around, and they’re next on their list.”
Blue Knights? And that sounded like a threat! When I realized that they might be a rival club I spun around to get a good look at the man. The lighting inside the club was inadequate, and the distance between our tables didn’t give us a clear view of their faces. The five men had looked cute to me, but a lot of that could be attributed to the alcohol I’d consumed.
I half expected the man to be gone by the time I turned, but he was still there, no longer dancing, just standing there smirking down at me. His gaze dropped down my body as if he were sizing me up for something. I glared back at him, noting everything I could about his features. His height and size, the scar above his brown eyes that cut through his eyebrow, his handsome, almost boyish face, and the short cut of his dirty blonde hair. The only thing that suggested that he may be a biker were the heavy, black biker boots he was wearing.
“Getting a good look?” I was, but not for the reasons he was thinking. Then he leaned in again. At first I thought he was going to kiss me, and I felt a moment of panic, but he tilted his face toward my ear. “You’re hot, baby. I hope your man can protect you.” He pulled back. Our eyes met. I swallowed hard because of what I saw in his.
What did he mean by that?
Chapter 22
Allie
I didn’t have time to figure out what his comment meant because a commotion at the entrance of the club made me swing around to see what was happening. Crap! How had Rock and the others gotten here so fast? They pushed
past security with surprising ease. One remained behind, holding security back, and saying something in the bouncer’s concerned face. I’m sure their heated conversation had something to do with the four big-ass bikers who had just invaded their club in an aggressive way. I stood frozen as Rock headed straight for me. I recognized Hawk not far behind him.
He grabbed my arm, as if afraid I would run away. “Where is he?” His gaze shifted around me with predatory raptness.
I turned to see that the man was gone. “I don’t know. He was just here.” My gaze darted to the table where the group of men had been sitting, and I was surprised to see that all of them were gone. “They’re all gone.”
Hawk had joined us by then, the man behind him continued past us. “All?” he scowled. “How many we talkin’ about?”
“There were five.”
Rock tugged my arm to get my attention. He looked angry. “The one you were dancing with, he say anything to you?”
“I wasn’t dancing−”
Hawk cut me off impatiently. “He say anything to you?” We were joined by the other biker who’d remained at the entrance with security.
“I−”
“Hawk.” Suddenly Audra was there, putting a hand on her husband’s arm and drawing his hard, fierce expression away from me. “Easy, big man. Give Allie a chance to talk.” It was amazing how her presence and softly spoken words calmed his demeanor and relaxed his tight-lipped mouth.
But where she had that effect on Hawk, it did nothing for Rock’s hard-jawed expression, or the angry glint in his eyes. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the man who’d walked past us earlier returned, and suddenly Rock and Hawk’s interest was on him.
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