“He’s fucking the waitress I hired!” Fiasco shouts, sounding like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum.
“Who fucked who?” Dev asks.
“Malcolm fucked Naomi! The asshole told us not to fuck the help, and then he goes and fucks her!”
“Dude, why did you fuck her?” Silas asks me.
“Because she and I have an agreement — she’s going to be my sex slave for the next two weeks,” I answer truthfully, causing Fiasco’s pale blue eyes to nearly bulge out of his head.
“Sex slave?” Dev repeats with a chuckle. “Way to go boss-man.”
“Damn, it must be good to be the prez,” Silas says with a rare smile.
“Does that mean I can fuck her again now?” Fiasco asks.
“No, man. You can’t. And you never fucked her. She sucked you off to get a job so she could steal from us for Harry fucking Cox,” I say, lowering my hands from my head to sit up straight when I call him out.
“She stole from us?” Dev asks.
“Yeah, fifteen K from us and customers to pay off a debt she owes to Harry. But I’m going to put the money back and repay anyone missing shit since she and I worked out an alternative repayment plan,” I explain.
“And that alternative plan includes her riding your dick?” Fiasco grumbles.
“Yeah, it does. Whenever I want, twenty-four hours a fucking day.”
“You’re an evil genius,” Dev chuckles.
“If she was stealing from the MC, then we should all get to gang bang her twenty-four seven as part of your repayment plan,” Fiasco says.
“The fuck did you just say?” I snap at him.
“She stole from the Aces, so all six of us should get a few turns with her,” he repeats, making my teeth grit together in annoyance. “At least let us vote on it to see who wants a turn.”
Son of a bitch.
He’s serious about sharing her, passing her around like a joint. Guess I should’ve kept the part about her owing the club money to myself and just put it all back. And knowing how hardheaded Fiasco is, he’s not going to let this go until we do have a table vote where any of my other brothers may start thinking they should get a turn too. That’s never going to fucking happen. But I can’t just shut him down since this is now a club issue.
“Tell you what, Phillip,” I start, using his real name that I know he hates, when I come up with an idea. “How about me and you get in the cage one-on-one tomorrow night. If you beat me, you can have her. If I win, you can never say another goddamn thing about her, and you sure as shit will never lay another finger on her.”
The room turns completely silent as the weight of my words sinks in.
“Fuuuck,” Silas mutters. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a good fight.” Turning to Dev, he says, “I’ve got a grand on our prez taking Fi out in the first round.”
“I’m not stupid enough to take that bet,” Dev responds with a roll of his eyes.
“What do you say, Fiasco?” I ask since he’s still quiet and unusually thoughtful, so much so his forehead is all wrinkled up. “You gonna put your money where your mouth is?”
Finally, he grins at me. “It’s funny you should say that. It’s the exact same line I asked Naomi before she got down on her knees and I shoved my dick down her throat.”
“Just answer the goddamn question,” I growl, hating that visual image more than I’ve ever hated any fucking thing. That right there should’ve been my first clue that I’ve lost my shit for a thieving piece of ass with a banging body and a pretty face.
“A fight for a two-week fuck fest with Naomi? Count me in,” Fiasco agrees. “As long as there won’t be any hard feelings when I kick your ass, prez.”
“What happens in the cage stays in the cage,” I assure him when I hold out my palm for him to come and shake on it.
“Deal,” he agrees as he takes it and squeezes my fingers like that’ll make me scared of him.
There’s no fucking way I’m going to lose this fight. There’s too much at stake, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to give up Naomi before I’ve even gotten started on the long list of depraved things I’ve thought about doing to her.
Chapter Eleven
Naomi
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“Holy crap. Your house is…small,” I say as I take in the one-bedroom beach house on stilts. I struggle to climb off the back off his bike, until Malcolm grabs my arm to steady me.
“Is that a bad thing? Were you expecting a mansion?” Malcolm questions me. Snaking his arm around my waist and running his tongue up the side of my neck, he goes on to ask, “Is it only big houses and piles of money that get your pussy nice and wet?”
“No,” I tell him honestly since his mouth is all it takes to get me wet.
“Yeah, sure,” he mutters. “Don’t think I haven’t figured out why you only gave Fiasco a blowjob but are going to let me fuck you as much as I want. He’s broke and the low man on the totem pole; I’m not.”
“That doesn’t matter to me,” I say as I step away from his hands and mouth to turn and face him. “And in case you forgot, you’re the one who came up with this arrangement where I’m your whore.”
“Right,” he drawls sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. “Just don’t get too attached. After two weeks, your ass is out of here. If I wanted a live-in girlfriend or wife, I would’ve bought one already.”
“Bought one?” I scoff. “Wow, you’re so romantic, Malcolm.”
“Just speaking the truth,” he replies with a shrug of his shoulders. “Money gets you into panties.”
“It’s not just about money. Do I think it’s sexy when a man earns a living and supports himself? Hell yes. What woman doesn’t? But that’s not all there is in the world…”
“Okay, honey. If you say so. I’ve had enough talking for tonight, though. Why don’t you go get naked and get in my bed?” Grabbing my shoulder, he spins me around and points straight ahead. “It’s right at the end of that hall, big four-poster king bed. Can’t miss it.”
After he walks off, I wander into the bedroom and debate sprawling naked on his bed as he asked or defying him.
A big, powerful man like Malcolm probably enjoys the thrill of the chase, not having women throw themselves at him constantly, making it too easy. That must be why he always turned down his employees.
Well, before me, that is…
I’m still not sure why he finally broke his rule for me. There must have been women a lot prettier than me, curvier with bigger boobs and a lot more experience. Still, I would be lying if I said that I’m not looking forward to the next two weeks. I’m thrilled that I’m Malcolm’s exception. It makes me feel…special. Sure, I had to agree to let him use my body whenever he wants, however he wants, in order to get out of my mess with Harry; but based on my experience in Malcolm’s office, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy being his to command. Already, my tummy is tightening at the prospect of being dominated by him again. Still, I don’t plan to let him know just how much I want him or make it too easy for him to get inside of me.