So that explains TJ’s comment in the chapel about my balls.
“Heaven,” she adds.
“What?”
“He didn’t say good. He said it would taste like heaven.”
She tugs on my arm again when I begin to turn to leave the room. I’ll take both his and Briar’s asses down to the basement. My VP should’ve never recommended that fucker for a prospect and people who make mistakes fucking die around here.
“Why don’t you decide?”
My body freezes when her lips press to mine, and it takes several long moments before I’m cognizant enough to pull my mouth from hers.
“I don’t kiss the whores.” Her eyes flash with hurt at my words. “Always remember that.”
My lips crash against hers, our tongues tangling the second she gasps in surprise. I was going to pull away, treat her like every other woman here, but the pain in her eyes was too much. Frustrated that I let her play me, I nip her lip, earning a little yelp.
“I don’t think we should fuck.”
She says the words the second I pull my lips back to readjust before diving back again.
“Sorry, babe, but it’s gonna happen.” My tongue trails down the column of her neck, on a mission to gain access to her gorgeous tits.
“I want to be sober. I want to remember our one time together.”
“One time?” I pull my head back from her skin and look at her.
“Molly says you don’t do repeats.” She pants when I grip her hips harder. “That once you fuck a girl, you don’t touch them again.”
I won’t argue with her misconception, because it’s mostly true. There are, however, leaks in the theory. I’ve let Vixen suck me off several times, and I haven’t completely given up on Legs. Her mouth was fucking epic the other night. Another problem with her theory is that I don’t always fuck the girls. Some suck me off, and that’s it. I’ve never been inside Minx or Piper. I shudder at the thought of messing around with Piper. She’s been more of a surrogate mom since I was thirteen. Of course, that hasn’t stopped TJ from plowing that field regularly. She enjoys fucking him, and I think he takes out some of his aggression and anger from his mom being gone out on her.
“Where are you?” Cool hands cup my cheeks.
“Not inside your pussy like I want to be,” I grunt, knowing she just caught me getting lost in my head. “I’m not going to force you to fuck me, Candi.”
She frowns. “I never said you were forcing me.”
I grip her waist tighter when she tries to step away.
“I just want to rem—”
I press my lips against her before she can repeat her words. Lifting her, I groan when her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bed.
“Let’s make a deal,” I concede, her dubious look almost pulling a chuckle from deep inside my chest. “If you don’t remember it tomorrow, I’ll fuck you again.”
She smiles brightly, a teasing twitch playing at the corner of her mouth. “What’s your name again?”
“You need to remember everything I tell you,” I order as I set her on the bed and position her arms over her head.
“Haven’t we already discussed my memory issue tonight?”
Her eyes dart to the cuff on her right hand when I snap the cold metal on it.
“You need to stop teasing my brothers.”
“I didn’t tease Ronan,” she argues.
“The details won’t make a difference when he’s dead,” I mutter.
“Huh?” She looks over at her other wrist when I secure it to the headboard.
“Nothing, babe. Are you ready to come?”
“I heard the orgasms you give when a girl is cuffed are amazing.” Pink tints her cheeks, and I hate the sight of her shirt, knowing that it’s covering the incredible blush that is sure to be traveling over her tits right about now.
“You need to stop talking to the other girls,” I huff as I lift her shirt over her chest and open the front snap on her bra.
She whimpers when my mouth travels from one hardened nipple to the other.
“If you fuck me, you have to let me leave the clubhouse.”
My head jerks back immediately. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
Just the thought of her leaving makes my heart race. Fear that she’d somehow snuck away while I was gone was what made me leave Detroit earlier today and race to get back here.
“Look,” she says angling her head up in the direction of her restrained hands. All but her middle finger curl down.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, babe. No doubt about that.”
“Lynch,” she hisses before I can lower my mouth back to her nipples. “Look.”
Annoyed, I raise my eyes back to her hand.
“My nails are awful. This one is broken.” She flips me the bird a second time, and I notice a chip in it.