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“I’m giving you what you want,” I tell her, as my hand disappears past the hem of her dress, and I thank the powers that be that she was wearing one so I could easily access what I was after.
“Fuck you!” she spits just as my fingers come into contact with the wet material that barely covers her cunt, and I discover she’s wearing a G-string.
My sexy woman wears G-strings. Who would’ve thought?
“Not yet, but you will,” is all I say as I slip a finger inside her wet channel before adding another and making a come-hither motion. Her face is absolutely incredible when she’s about to come, and it doesn’t take her long when I pinch her clit lightly and scissor my fingers inside her she goes off like a rocket, pressing her face in the crook of my neck and screaming my name, which I can clearly hear even over the loud music.
When she opens her eyes, I can see that they’re still glassy, as she comes down from her high, my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I’m just about to throw her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold when my phone dings with an incoming message. Ignoring it, I do what I was going to do initially, hearing her yelp as I throw her over my shoulder and chuckling as I storm through the clubhouse, ignoring the catcalls from my brothers, and surprised gasps from the women.
Kicking the door shut, I ignore the fact my room is a pigsty and throw her down on the unmade bed. Not sure which of the whores were in it last.
Her perfectly styled hair was now all askew, and she angrily pushes the strands out of her eyes as they blaze up at me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demands, finally finding her voice.
“What’s with you and Ink?” I shot back in barely restrained anger. Sera looks at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind. And maybe I have if that’s the first thing out of my mouth now that I’ve got the woman I want in my arms.
“Excuse me?” she all but growls, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to give the impression of anger and aloofness, but all that does is draw my attention to the way the move is pushing her ample chest up and out.
“You two seemed quite chummy tonight,” I continue, standing in front of her in a similar stance.
She folds her arms across her chest, pushing those bad boys up, and taking my attention from her face.
“You have no right to ask me about him. My relationship with him, or anyone else for that matter, is none of your concern,” she gripes.
Catching her off guard, I get in her face, my fingers digging into her chin so that she can’t turn away from me.
“You see, that’s where you’re wrong.” I hiss down at her. “I was the one to fuck you until you screamed my name last night. I was the one who brought you to orgasm with my mouth and fingers. And I was the one to make you come not five minutes ago, with just my fingers.” I taunt, sliding my hand up and under her dress. Instead of closing her legs like I thought she might do, she widens her stance, giving me easier access to her wet heat.
“Did you want a repeat?”
Her glazed over expression clears, and this time she pushes me back, away from her. I watch as a blush stains her cheeks, and she pulls out of my arms.
She goes to say something, probably to chew me out some more when my phone rings. “You better get that. It might be important,” she snarls, wrapping her arms around herself and turning her back to me.
“Fuck!” I hiss out when I see it’s Styx who’s manning the gate.
“What?” I growl down the line.
“Sorry to bother you, brother, but there’s a woman here says she wants to talk to you. Should I let her through?”
“If she’s not packin’ yeah, let her in.”
“She’s definitely not packin’ a gun, brother,” he replies cryptically, and I frown.
“Okay then. Let her through, I’ll meet her at the front. It’s probably one of the women from town I fucked in the past, thinking she can crash the party.” I watch Sera freeze on the spot when she hears the words I speak to Styx, as I disconnect the call.
“I need to handle this,” I explain.
“Thought you might. Go, I’ll be fine,” she replies, sounding faraway and lost, unable to look at me. But I wasn’t going to have that. No way. Stalking to her, I twist her around to face me.
“You and I still have some things to hash out. You can either stay in here, or go back to the party with the other ol’ ladies, or I can have one of the prospects take you home? Your choice.”
“Maybe I’ll have Ink take me home.” She fires back, and I can’t stop the humorless chuckle.
“If you want to be responsible for me murdering my brother, go ahead. But I wouldn’t push me. And I’m sure Lily won’t appreciate you spending so much time with Ink, either,” I tell her, before reluctantly turning around and heading for the door.
“I think I’ll go back and spend time with the ol’ladies,” she says in barely a whisper.