King nips my bottom lip hard enough that I taste blood. “Stop thinking. Just fucking feel.”
“But Bash and Razor…”
“They’ll understand.”
His hand works under my shirt and I moan when he cups my breast. He’s not gentle as he squeezes, but I love it. When his fingernail scrapes over my nipple, I shatter, crying out his name. Hot breath hits my ear right before he sucks my earlobe.
“That’s right, Olivia. Fucking scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.”
Looking up at him, he’s like a wild apparition of a war god or something. His long hair is mussed, making him look ferocious. His lips are swollen from kissing me. And his eyes -oh god- his eyes are on fire as he looks at me.
“Your choice. We can fuck here or I can take you back where no one will see us.”
My pulse pounds as I look over his shoulder. No one is paying us any attention because they’re too busy getting off in their own way. Moistening my lips, I reach between us and unbuckle his belt. He lets out a growl as I unbutton his jeans, and catches my lips with his.
“You’re so god damn perfect,” he breathes.
This time his hands go between us, to my shorts. He has them unbuttoned a minute later and slips his hand into my panties.
“You’re fucking drenched. You like knowing people are watching, don’t you?”
I moan as he rubs a slow circle around my clit.
“King.”
My plea makes him smile. He shoves my shorts and panties down my legs, leaving me exposed. The warm air licks my skin, but it is nothing compared to the fire raging inside of me. He pulls a condom from his pocket, putting it on. Then he gives me a look, letting me know exactly what’s going to happen next.
He lifts me and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him. The head of his cock brushes my opening right before he slides into me. We both moan when he’s fully inside of me.
“How did you know?” At his look I clarify, “About the website.”
This is probably a bad time to ask, but I need to know.
His cock twitches inside of me. “The Oklahoma boys recommended the site. You pinged as someone nearby.”
“Did you watch any of the videos?”
He thrusts. “Yeah.”
“Which one?”
“The one where you masturbated. Got me going so good.” His lips brush mine. “You’re a fucking vixen, Olivia.”
Our words fall away as our bodies take over. He pounds into me, against the tree, and I hold on, enjoying every moment of it. I’m so close to coming when I look over his shoulder and see Saint watching me. I swear to god I can feel the heat coming off his body, even though he’s at least fifty feet away from me.
King’s thrusts become shallow and we both rock against each other, trying to find our release. I never break eye contact with Saint, though. When King reaches between us and rubs my clit, I come, crying out his name. But Saint is the one I watch. The one I want, to be honest. He doesn’t move until King pulls out and puts me on my feet.
It’s in that moment that I know I need to come clean to all of them. About who I am. Who I’m working for. And who I think is out to get their club.
Saint
I’ve never wanted to hit King more in my life than I do right now. What in the actual fuck is he thinking? Fucking Olivia. Against a tree. Fuck.
Her face crosses my mind. She knew I was watching and she fucking liked it. Hell, I liked it. Taking a swig from the bottle, I pray that the alcohol will do it’s fucking job and make me forget about her.
There’s a tap on the door to my camper and I open it. Mama Bear is there, a plate of food in hand.
“Thought you might be hungry.”
“You’re a lifesaver”
I step aside so she can come in.
“Everything okay out there?”
“You know how it goes, Prez. The later it gets, the more idiotic they all act.” She grins. “Sure miss those fucking days.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“Let me know if you’re taking any meetings so I can have the girls stock you up on booze or whatnot.”
“Thanks. I don’t have any formal meetings for a few days.” I think. “Keep an eye on the girls from the strip club.”
She makes a face. “Will do.”
The girls from the strip club tend to get overwhelmed at rallies. They’re not used to this kind of partying and I really don’t want to have to take care of the body of some bitch that can’t handle her coke.
“Anything else?”
“No. Go and enjoy yourself, Mama Bear.”
She smiles. “I’m going to call it a night, but you should take your own advice. There’s a lot of pretty girls walking around.”
But the only girl I want is currently fucking three of my officers. I bite back a groan and hold door as she leaves. When she’s gone, I go to my little table and eat by myself. Because when it comes down to it, I don’t have anyone. Not really.
25
Saint
The rally site is a whole different world in the morning. Trash litters the grass, waiting for some unlucky Prospect to dispose of it properly. I step over a used condom. Damn glad I don’t have to do that kind of shit anymore. The bonfire is still going, but isn’t as impressive as it is at night.
People sleep in tents, but some are in the same spots they passed out at last night. Ahead, I see the man I’m looking for. He’s taking a piss on a tree, a bottle of Jack in his free hand.
“Should have known I’d find you with your cock out.”
Grey turns, still pissing. “Saint Massacre. As I fucking live and breathe.”
I wait until he’s finished before moving closer.
“I was shocked when I got your text. Thought for sure you’d be passed out by now.”
I’ve known Grey for years. He’s a member of the Oklahoma chapter of the Devil’s Regents, but we spent a lot of time together in our youth. Hell, he’s practically a brother. We hug and he shoves my shoulder.
“When you going to get your ass to Oklahoma? It’s been too long.”
“It has. I’ll get there one of these days.”
But I we both know I won’t, because there are too many ghosts in Oklahoma.
“We’ve got this new strand of weed.” He kisses his fingers to his lips. “It’s the best shit I’ve smoked in a long time.”
“Bring some by my trailer tonight. We can catch up.”
“Deal.” He looks around. “Where’s the rest of your bitch squad?”
I laugh. “I assume they’re sleeping it off.”
“Saw King banging a new chick last night. She a new whore?”
I fight down the rage I feel whenever anyone refers to Olivia as a whore and shake my head.
“No. She’s our bartender. She’s dating Bash and Razor.”
“Fuck me with a candlestick. Looks like she’s seeing King, too.” He eyes me. “How do you feel about that?”
“Doesn’t matter what I feel.”
“Sure, man. Whatever you say.”