by Marie James
He pours my whiskey with a heavy hand, sliding it forward when he’s done, before turning to help Piper fill an order for the guys in the living room.
With keen patience, I wait and watch. He maintains eye contact with Piper, keeping everything professional as she runs down her mental list of drinks. He jokes in return when she says something coy, but his eyes never drop to her tits, which is a miracle. Cowboy bought and paid for those gravity-defying globes, and I don’t know of a single man, other than Briar and myself, who hasn’t been hypnotized by them at some point.
It isn’t until he glances past Piper with a flirtatious smile on his lips that things change. Confirmation seeps into my blood when I flick my gaze over my shoulder to see Candi smiling back in his direction. Her head drops when she notices me watching her.
“You got eyes for Candi?” I ask the bartender after tossing back the contents of my tumbler.
“No, Prez,” he answers too quickly. “She’s yours.”
“Every woman in this place is mine,” I remind him.
“I don’t want her,” he says again.
A sly smile spreads across my face as I watch his cheeks pink. I’d be worried for his safety if I didn’t see the tremble in his hands.
“You have a problem with my pussy?”
“What?” His eyes widen almost comically. “I don’t have a problem with her pussy. I respect that she’s yours.”
I can feel Candi’s eyes drilling into my back, but I refuse to turn around.
“So you want her pussy?” He stiffens further, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“I’m indifferent to her pussy?”
“Why are you asking me? Do you not know?”
“Quit fucking with the help,” TJ teases as he walks up. Ronan, released from my interrogation, turns to the fridge to grab my brother a beer. “Here.”
I take the lit joint he’s offering and immediately raise it to my lips. Smoke fills my lungs, and I hold it as I spin my bar stool around to look over the room. Purposely, I avoid looking back at Candi. Every man here wants her. I could tell TJ he could have her, and he’d be halfway across the room before I finished the sentence. They’ve all respected my order, and the only one who I suspect would step across that boundary is sliding my brother’s beer across the counter.
“All the girls are talking about you,” TJ muses as he settles on the bar stool beside me.
I pass back the joint and ask, “What’s new?”
“The girls aren’t stupid. They can see you’re treating her differently than you’ve treated them.”
“I’ve never mistreated the girls in this club.” Carrie got a hold of me, and for all of the bravado I showed in front of the other members way back then, she was the one in charge when we disappeared behind closed doors. She taught me how to treat a woman you wanted to fuck, seducing her rather than demanding she lift her ass in the air. She educated me on the proper way to eat a pussy and how to put a woman’s needs first.
She knew I could never trust anyone with a snatch. That seed was planted from birth, but I knew I never wanted to be like my father. I didn’t want to walk out of a room hearing cries rather than exhilarated pants from an amazing orgasm.
She taught me, and then she left.
One day she was here, and the next her room was cleared out. I don’t do repeats because her leaving affected me more than I’ll ever tell anyone out loud. The new motto slid into place the same day. If you don’t get attached, it doesn’t hurt when they disappear.
“No one is accusing you of mistreating them. They just know what the royal treatment looks like now that Candi is here,” TJ says before taking a long toke on the joint. The smoke circles around us before he speaks again. “They chattered about you all day.”
“So everyone is jealous?” They don’t seem jealous. Xena, Velvet, and Legs are all huddled close to Candi and my sister, giggling and drinking, all with wide, happy smiles spread across their faces.
TJ passes the joint back. “I wouldn’t call it jealousy. Our girls don’t really get jealous. They just want you to kiss them and eat their pussies like a starved man.”
This information is coming from the other girls. Candi doesn’t seem like the type to gossip about what goes on when we’re alone. But then again, Xena saw my lips on hers. Hell, I’m sure Piper and Chains also did when they interrupted us in the clubhouse bedroom. Legs was part of the fun when Candi straddled my face and rubbed her sweetness on my tongue.
“The girls are well taken care of,” TJ continues as I bring the joint to my lips. “They just want to be taken care of by the Prez, too.”
“Not gonna happen.” I leave TJ at the bar and walk to the living room.
Chapter 26
Candi
“You’re going to get that poor fucker killed,” Xena slurs in my ear when I look over at Ronan to find him grinning at me.
Unbidden, my eyes flick over to Lynch only to find him looking over his shoulder at me. His lips purse as his bright, green eyes stare a hole in me.
“Surely he wouldn’t.” I look over at Molly, who even intoxicated, gives me a look that says Xena is right.
Lynch is revered in the club. People respect him, but they also fear him. When I first arrived, I thought no one wanted to get in trouble because they would be kicked out or something. Whispers began to pile up, however. They don’t even think about angering Lynch because mayhem will ensue. Each person here has a lot more to lose than their spot at the clubhouse.
TJ joins Lynch at the bar, and whatever conversation Lynch was having with the dark-haired, blue-eyed boy behind the counter ends.
I could see myself dating someone like Ronan in another life. He has numerous similarities to the guys I would normally gravitate toward. He’s quick to smile and engage in conversation. He’s not afraid to let his attraction for me show. He’s got the softest looking, plump lips I’ve ever seen on a man before, and damned if Legs’ insistence on his skillful mouth doesn’t keep popping back into my head.
Mindful that his president is sitting right in front of him, Ronan gives me a quick grin before helping another woman at the bar. I smile in return before turning my attention back to Velvet who is trying to plan a trip to the mall as if Molly and I will ever get permission to leave this place for a few hours.
When I look back a few minutes later, Lynch is gone from the bar. Instinctively, my eyes circle the room until they land on Lynch, settled on the couch with his eyes still on me. Chills cover my arms, and I feel my nipples tighten in my tank top.
His tongue sneaks out, pink and perfect against his bottom lip as if he’s dying for a taste. Lifting his hand, he crooks his finger at me. I’m walking in his direction before my brain even registers that I’ve been summoned.
“Hey,” he greets when I get within arm’s reach of him. “Sit with me.”
My eyes dart around us. From the position he’s at, I’m able to see the girls near the darts, and an oblique view of Ronan at the bar. He corrects me when I start to sit in the free spot beside him, situating me on his lap instead.
“Perfect,” He pants against my ear.
My heart is pounding so hard, I lose focus on the rest of my body. It isn’t until Lynch spreads his legs, that I feel mine widen as well. At first, it’s not a big deal. I’m wearing my usual, yoga pants and a tank top. Despite Legs’ insistence, I don’t feel the need to get all sexed up to come into the clubhouse. The guys have been warned away, which means I’m practically invisible. Ronan is the only one who even knows I exist.
“He’s been watching you all night,” Lynch breathes in my ear. “Let’s give him a show.”
I whimper when Lynch’s hand tickles the exposed flesh at the bottom hem of my tank top.
“Lynch,” I plead, but I don’t even have a clue what I need. More? Less? Don’t? Don’t stop?
“Can I touch you in front of him?” My head nods, but my eyes are still closed. “You’ve been teasing him with your smiles all night. It see
ms only fair to tease him with my pussy.”
“Yours?” I choke on the word when his fingers slide past the waistband of my yoga pants. My panties serve no barrier when he’s on a mission. The tips of his fingers never leave my flesh. They just keep sliding down until they delve into my wetness.
“Fuck, Prez. I can smell her sweet pussy from here.”
My eyes snap open as my head jolts in Chains’ direction. There’s a full couch cushion separating us, but his eyes are fixated on the apex of my thighs where Lynch is playing my clit like an expert fiddler.
Chains’ hand trembles on his thigh.
“You fucking touch her, and I’ll hang you from the rafters,” Lynch says with his head still on the other side of mine. He doesn’t even have to look at his club member to know how the man would respond to what’s happening.
“Of course not, Prez.” The couch shifts when Chains gets up and sits across from us as if the only way to obey the order is to put some distance between us.
“Move,” Lynch snaps when he notices that Ronan’s line of sight is blocked by Chains’ head.
Lynch doesn’t mind everyone in the room watching, but this show is primarily for the prospect that can’t keep his eyes off me. Chains obeys, opting to join the girls near the dart boards. Piper is pressed up against him with her hand on the front of his jeans a single breath later.
“Do you like them watching? Is this on your list?”
“Fuck,” I groan when his fingers pinch me for refusing to answer.
“Answer me,” he demands.
I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear, but the situation I’m in makes things a little harder. He has the ability to whisper in my ear where no one can hear him. With me pointed toward the room, my voice projects if I speak loud enough for him to hear me.
“Yes,” I answer. He pinches harder, and I know what he wants. “Yes, I like them watching. Yes, this is on my list.”
“And what about me fucking you right here? Is that on your list? Would you stop me if I ripped your clothes down the seams and made you ride my cock?”
“Oh God,” I pant. Just the thought of doing all of that nearly makes me come on his hand.
“Something tells me you’d be down for all of it. Look at him watching you.”
My eyes meet Ronan’s. His hands pause on the glass he’s drying with a bar towel as he becomes enraptured in what his president is doing to me.
“I know his mouth is watering with the need to taste your pussy.”
“H-how?”
“Every man in this room wants a taste of what’s mine.” He moans when my cunt grips his finger in anticipation. “Can he taste you? Can he fuck you in front of everyone? Can I share you with them?”
“Jesus.” I erupt in his arms, the orgasm hitting me so hard my cries echo around the room.
“Get it, girl!”
The moment is ruined by Legs. There’s no going back from what just happened. It doesn’t matter that TJ heads across the room and whispers something harsh enough in her ear to make her shy away from him. It doesn’t matter that Ronan is still watching from the other side of the room and that Lynch’s fingers are still buried inside of me.
The moment never should’ve happened. Regret swims in my gut immediately, the sweat that was blooming on my skin as my body fought for control now chills me enough to make me shiver.
“Stay with me,” Lynch whispers in my ear as if he felt me stiffen in his arms.
His fingers leave me, trailing a wet line up my stomach until his hand escapes the fabric of my clothes. A moment later a suck and a moan rumbles out of him.
“So sweet,” he praises as he begins to stand. Once again, I take it as my opportunity to get away, but before I can take a full step, Lynch is scooping me up and walking me toward the bar.
I’m carried into his room, absently noticing that the crown that was recently on his door is now gone. He doesn’t toss me on the bed. He sets me on my feet and commands me to strip to my skin. I obey, comically fast, laughing when one sandal ends up on the other side of the room after an aggressive flip of my foot.
“I want you to be pleased.” I search his green eyes for the meaning, but I’m missing something. “I want to make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true.”
“You please me,” I assure him, but my words get caught in my throat when he steps aside and Ronan is standing near the open door.
“Prez?” Ronan, earning even more respect from me, keeps his eyes on Lynch, waiting for direction.
“You want to taste her pussy?”
My pulse leaps at Lynch’s question, but I don’t move an inch or attempt to cover my nakedness.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Ronan says on a thick swallow as his head shakes back and forth.
My eyes stay on the prospect even when Lynch circles behind me, lifting my breasts and teasing the tips with his thumbs.
“Do you want him to eat your pussy, Candi?”
He’s the devil in my ear right now, pressed against my back.
“Yes,” I pant.
Ronan swallows again, and his pierced tongue snakes out to wet his lips. It reminds me of the other piercing the girls have been gossiping about. My eyes automatically shoot to the bulge in his jeans.
“Don’t even think about it,” Lynch snaps when Ronan’s hand inches toward his cock. “If you can’t make her come in five minutes, you won’t even be pulling that dick of yours out.”
“When does the timer start?” Ronan asks in a husky tone as his eyes scrape down the front of my body for the first time.
“A minute ago.”
Ronan’s eyes widen, but he moves in an instant, sliding across the carpet on his knees until his mouth is hovering over my clit.
His eyes turn up to mine before he even touches me. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“You think I’d let you stop if she wasn’t okay with it?”
Challenge marks Lynch’s tone.
“I won’t touch you unless you want it,” Ronan assures me as he ignores his president.
Lynch grunts his approval. Molly mentioned once that her father and a couple of his men were the only ones that hurt women. When I asked about TJ’s knife, she explained it was different. The women TJ cut were willing participants. Lynch wouldn’t allow a man to touch me that would do it at his command and against my will.
“Three minutes left,” Lynch warns.
“Please,” I beg Ronan. The wash of his warm breath over my clit is about to drive me insane.
“Open for him, baby.” Lynch lifts my left leg, gripping my thigh and exposing more of me.
“Fuck,” Ronan praises as his eyes focus on me.
“Right?” Lynch agrees.
Ronan’s calloused hand slips up my leg.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Lynch spits.
Ronan positions both of his hands at the small of his own back and leans in. The hard metal of his tongue ring meets my sensitive flesh first, followed by the engulfing warmth of his mouth.
He groans around me, sucking, lapping, and swiping that talented muscle over me like he’s been eating me for years and knows exactly what it takes to get me off.
“Stand still,” Lynch says in my ear. His free hand tests the weight of my right breast before he rolls my beaded nipple between his fingers. “Let him get you there.”
“Mmm,” I groan when Ronan switches to long laps from top to bottom.
“Feel good?”
“You’re better,” I answer honestly.
I must say it too loud because Ronan doubles his efforts.
“Thirty sec—”
I shatter. My body pulses, clenches, convulses against Ronan’s mouth, and yet I’m not fully satisfied.
“Beautiful,” Lynch praises as I shake in his arms and Ronan continues to lick at me almost desperately.
I whimper, almost too sensitive to let him continue.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” The question is meant for my ears
only. I shake my head. “Will you return the favor? Suck his cock?”
“Will you punish me for it later?” I remember the silent treatment I got after what happened in the spa room with Xena.
“No, baby. I want to give you what you want.”
“I’ll suck his dick.”
He chuckles in my ear. “Don’t suck it too good. I don’t want him sniffing around you once we’re done here.”
“Prospect,” Lynch bellows. Ronan snaps his head back until he’s looking at us. “Do you want her mouth on you?”
His pulse point throbs at the base of his neck. “Only if she wants to.”
“Good answer.” He points to the floor. “Don’t touch her.”
Chapter 27
Lynch
I’ve done a laundry list of things most people would consider sexually deviant. Growing up in the club allowed for any and all possibilities. The world was my oyster, so to speak. This isn’t the first time I’ve been seconds away from sharing a woman with another man, but it is the first time I’ve been torn on the idea. My need to give a woman everything she desires is also new to me. I’m not a selfish lover, never have been, but my orgasm has always been the end goal. Getting the woman there along the way was the cherry on top.
I waver between pushing her head down to his cock or kicking Ronan in the nuts when he takes position in front of us and unzips his jeans.
My decision is made the second he pulls his pierced cock out and Candi makes the slightest move to reach for him. She wants this. She wants him. Who am I to deny her? I let go of the possessiveness that is attempting to take over and unfasten my own jeans.
“Prez?” Ronan begins as I shuck off my boots and clothes. “Are you taking me to the basement after this?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I answer honestly.
His eyes search mine, and after a long drawn out moment, he nods his head and waits for instruction.
“Get on the bed, on your knees, thighs spread wide. I want her head down and ass in the air.”
Candi hesitates before situating herself a few feet from Ronan. They’re facing each other, but both are looking at me standing on the side of the bed, waiting for my next command.
