Page 27 of The Originals

What the fuck did she just say?

Mick wasn’t sure he’d heard Meg right. Her hand slid higher up on his inner thigh, and he ground his teeth. Before he could question her, she slipped off her stool. Mick didn’t hesitate. He stood and rounded the table. He hooked his arm around her waist, tucking her into his side.

The party was crowded, and he veered left. It was a clear opening to get through the room to the hallway. It also put them in direct line with the show. Mick didn’t even spare the gyrating woman a glance. He’d slept with Bebe a few times, but he’d never felt anything more than a release. It blew his mind that she’d even think to use the few times they’d had sex against Meg. Mick was careful to stay on guard. He didn’t put it past Bebe to try something. In fact, Mick expected it.

So fucking predictable.

Just as he passed, Bebe reached out, wrapping her hand over his forearm in a tight hold. “Hey Mick.”

Mick jerked his head, yanked his arm out of reach, and turned, tucking Meg behind him. He grasped Bebe’s jaw, holding her tight enough to prove his point but not enough to hurt her. He was being kinder than most members would’ve been considering she was completely out of line.

Even if Mick hadn’t claimed Meg yet, there’d been enough talk around the clubhouse, which would get back to the whores. This one was playing a dangerous game.

“Don’t fucking touch me. If I wanted you, I’d send for you.” Mick hardened his stare, leaning closer. “That’s not gonna fucking happen, so move along. This shit happens again, you’re out. I’ll make sure of it.” Mick could’ve ended it at that, but it didn’t seem to fully sink in when the corner of her mouth spiked. He would drive home his point with the honest truth. “A lot of holes at this party. Yours ain’t special. ’Cause that’s all you are here unless someone claims you. Look the fuck around. No one is claiming you.” Mick paused, eyeing his brothers. Not one of them would step up for her. If she was gone, they’d just move on to the next girl.

Mick let go of her jaw, and she shook her head, taking a step back and glancing around at the brothers. If she was looking for some type of backup, she wouldn’t find it with the MC. The party had slowly started to resume, and a few brothers gave him a sharp nod. It was the universal sign letting him know they had his back. He reached for Meg. She clasped her hand in his and he started to walk away.

“Bet she can’t even suck dick.”

Mick was in mid-step when he heard the faint dig. Seconds later, Meg’s hand tightened over his, making it known she’d also heard the comment. He turned, but before he could say anything, Meg sidled up in front of him with her back pressedagainst his chest. She grabbed his hands and wrapping them around her waist.

“Probably don’t have as much as experience as you.” Meg’s voice was even and calm. She slid her fingers over his knuckles as if it were a careless thought, but she pressed her ass against his cock. “I actually don’t have much at all. I guess Mick will have to teach meexactlythe way he likes it.”

Fuck, I like that.From the looks the brothers were giving Meg, they liked it too. It was best to get her out of there and into his bedroom. The brothers were eyeing Meg with too much intrigue and lust. But Meg wasn’t done with a show of her own.

“I don’t know if he likes it fast or slow, a lot of tongue on the shaft, or sucking on his head, or shoving it down my throat until my eyes tear and I almost choke.” Meg hummed. “I don’t have much of a gag reflex, though. I can probably take it as far down as he wants. And teeth? Is it an absolute no or does he like a gentle tease over his cock?”

Mick dug his fingers into her belly. She needed to stop talking.

“Then there’s the balls. I’ve heard men liked them sucked while getting jerked off.”

Grain dragged his hand over his mouth, eyeing Meg’s body and muttered, “Fuck yeah, it’s true.”

Fuck!Meg was giving him a visual, and his cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Mick squared his jaw, watching Mack step around the brothers, along with Grain, eyeing Meg from head to toe. He could imagine the thoughts running through their minds.I’m thinking the same fucking thing.

Meg glanced back at him, sliding her nails over the back of his hands, with a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m a fast learner if you’re willing to teach me.”

She said it loud enough for everyone to hear, which earned her a round of appreciative and envious groans. Mick was done.Fucking done.If he didn’t get her in his room, he was running the risk of exploding. He grabbed her hand, not bothering to look or acknowledge anyone else. As they rounded the doorway to the stairs, he saw Jack with Tully and his old lady. Jack was leaning against the wall. Tully was sitting down, and Maureen was standing between his legs with her husband’s protective arm around her belly. There were only a few brothers who settled down and had families. Tully and Maureen were starting theirs, and expecting their first kid. No brother as solid and faithful, to not only the club but his old lady, than Tully. This brother never even entertained other women and always brought his woman to the parties.

Tully glanced behind Mick to Meg and smiled. Approval. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. Tully could recognize a good woman, and he was seeing it in Meg. As eager as Mick was to get Meg to his room, he stopped next to the couple and pulled Meg into his side.

“You know Jack. And this is Tully and Maureen.”

Meg smiled and waved. “Hi.”

Tully nodded but remained silent. Not Maureen though. She giggled and turned in Tully’s arms to face them.

“That was so much fun to watch.”

Mick’s lips twitched, and he lifted his chin. “We’ll catch up with you guys in a bit.”

“It was nice meeting you, Meg,” Maureen said.

“You too.”

Mick started past Jack and caught his smile aimed at Meg. He looked up at Mick. “She’s gonna fit in just fine here.”

Yes, she will.