Page 12 of Babe's Bounty

I’m about to say no, but then the clubhouse door opens again. Turning, I see the blonde, Lydia, standing with her arms crossed and her eyes fixed on us. Her glare tells me she’s not happy, which thrills me to no end. Babe doesn’t glance her way, his eyes fixed on my face. Feeling ornery, I take Babe’s hand. “We can try staying here for one night,” I relent.

Grinning, he takes my bag and then grabs his own before retaking my hand and leading us inside. He ignores Lydia as we pass by her, but I can’t resist giving her a smirk. Her screech of anger is like a balm on my soul.

We pass by several couples who have gotten busy in the few minutes since I walked out. Two of the members have a girl each bent over the pool table and are fucking them so hard the table shifts and creaks while the loose balls roll around. The man who I recognize as the President, Chrome, is sitting in a chair talking with another member while a girl sits between his knees and sucks him off.

Babe hands the duffle bags to a prospect with instructions to put them in his room. His hand tightens around mine as he glances around the room, and I realize he’s looking for a safe place for us to sit. He settles on the bar and pulls me over to an empty stool, standing behind me as he asks Sam for two beers. There’s a mirror behind the bar, so I can still see the orgy happening behind me. I can hear it, too. But all I can feel is Babe’s warmth as he presses against me. His muscles are tight with tension. I turn slightly to look up into his face, but I catch the eye of the VP sitting at the end of the bar. He’s watching me, or maybe he’s watching us. I can’t tell. His dark eyes bore into mine and I have a hard time looking away.

“Sorry about this,” Babe mutters, breaking the spell.

I place a hand on Babe’s arm, forcing him to look at me. “You warned me. I’m okay. I can ignore what’s going on around us. Did you want to tell me what you learned in Church about our quarry?”

“We think we know where they’re staying. It’s an old…” Babe starts, but the noise level around us drowns out the rest of his sentence.

I shake my head, but before I can tell him I couldn’t hear him, a body slides in to my left. I feel hands that aren’t Babe’s slide along my thigh, causing me to jerk.

“You sure you don’t want to share, Babe?” says the VP. “She looks like she could take both of us. I think that mouth would look good wrapped around my cock.”

CHAPTER SEVEN: BABE

Scorch’s comment has me ready to rip his head off his shoulders. The only thing stopping me is the VP patch on his kutte. I pull Min closer to me, to show I’ve got her back. The last thing I need is for her to go off on Scorch and insult him. Or worse, hurt him. However, I discover I underestimated Min.

“While that’s a nice offer,” Min says in a calm voice. “I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. I’m not good at giving head, but I’m sure one of these women would be happy to help you out. They seem better qualified to handle what you’ve got. Babe, do you mind showing me to our room? I’m wiped out.”

I take Min’s and help her off the stool. She gives Scorch a wide berth, but I stop close enough to speak to him without others hearing. “I told you before, she’s not available. Don’t hit on her again.” He may be a VP, but I’m Enforcer from the Original Chapter. More importantly, I know Dante will side with me if it becomes an issue. Min is under club protection.

“Thanks for not punching Scorch in the nuts,” I say to Min as we step into the room that I use when I visit. We’re on the top floor of the building where the executives have their rooms. Chrome keeps a few rooms on this floor for executives from visiting chapters. Below us are the rooms used by the remaining members of the Chicago club, along with guest rooms for other visiting members. The second floor is where the Kutte Bunnies and prospects sleep along with the fuck rooms.

“Have to admit I considered it,” Min says with a grin. “But he didn’t deserve it. All he did was touch my leg and try to piss you off.”

I frown at her. “You don’t think he was hitting on you?”

“Oh, he was hitting on me, but more of a ‘if-it-works-great’ kind of way. He wanted to piss you off. You didn’t see his face when Lydia threw herself at you. I did. He was angry. He might have been jealous.”

“Huh. Well, nothing to be jealous about. I’m not interested in her.”

“You can definitely do better,” Min says, turning away from me to dig through her duffle bag. “I heard what you said on the plane and I promise to not attack anyone unless they give me no other choice. Does that work?”

When she turns back to me holding a t-shirt and the cutest pair of panties, I want to step forward and pull her into my arms. Instead, I just nod and try desperately to keep from looking at those damn panties. She turns back to her bag and pulls out a plastic bag containing shampoo and conditioner. “I’m going to take a shower. I’m exhausted, but I want to hear what you learned in Church.”

“Go ahead. I’ll take one after you.” Once she’s gone, I take a long look at the room and realize that our quarters are more cramped than I remembered. I had planned on sleeping on the floor, but there’s hardly room for me to stretch out. Maybe I can talk Min into sharing the bed.

I hear the shower go off and grab my bag. When Min steps out, my mouth goes dry. She’s standing in the doorway wearing that t-shirt. It hits her mid-thigh. The fog behind her makes her look like a water nymph rising from the hot springs. Her long, toned legs look soft as silk and are a gorgeous gold. She’s not wearing a bra. I can see her pert nipples pressing against the cotton fabric. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“I’ll just be a minute,” I say, holding my bag to cover my growing erection. We pass each other and I groan at the scent wafting off her. Jasmine and lemongrass. Yeah, I’m going to need more than a minute. I have a feeling my hand and my cock are going to be spending a lot of time together on this trip.

After soaping up and rinsing off, I grab hold of my dick and stroke. Closing my eyes, Min’s face comes into view. Her grey-green eyes watching me as she sinks to her knees. Opening her mouth, I slide my hard cock inside. I fantasize about having Min taking me deep. Her mouth full of my cock with tears streaming down her face. Fuck, that’s a beautiful image. My fist speeds up as I imagine my cock sliding down her throat. The orgasm hits hard and I have to bite my fist to keep from shouting. After washing my release off the tiles, I dry off and put on my boxers and a t-shirt. I feel bad jerking off to thoughts of Min, like I’m being disrespectful. But I know I had to do it. It was that or try sleeping with a hard-on.

I find Min under the covers and sitting against the headboard. She has her laptop open in front of her.

“The room is too small for you to sleep on the floor,” she says without looking up. “You can sleep in the bed, but no funny business.”

I chuckle and give her a nod of thanks when she glances at me. “Thanks, but you need to shift over. I need to be between you and the door.”

Min glances at the door and nods before shifting over to the other side. I drop next to her and pull the sheet and blanket up to my waist. While Min continues to search through several websites, taking notes as she goes, I study her as my mind wanders. I feel discombobulated, but I can’t figure out why until I realize that I’ve never been in bed with a woman before where we weren’t having sex. I’m not sure how I feel about it until I realize that I kind of like it. It’s comfortable.

Min shuts down her laptop and slides it onto the nightstand next to her, along with the notebook. She turns to me and frowns.

“What are you doing?”