“The boys are apparently,” Molly mutters. “I can’t get fucked until I’m twenty-five.”
“Forty,” Briar grunts as he walks by. The man is like a shadow, going unnoticed until he wants to be seen.
Molly snaps her teeth in his direction as he walks toward the bar for another beer.
Ronan serves him, his eyes turning back to our group once Briar walks away again.
“He can’t take his eyes off you,” Legs whispers in my ear. “You should really get a taste of that.”
I chuckle and smile at her insistence.
“Or, let him get a taste of you. I swear he’s the best,” she continues.
“Not gonna happen,” I hiss.
“You just have to be a little braver,” Legs says with a quick squeeze to my shoulder. “Hey, Prospect! Candi is interested in your mouth.”
“Like I’m interested in hers?” His voice meets my back because I spin around and glare at the blonde stirring shit up.
“Enough,” Briar spits from a corner in the room.
I expect the warning to be issued to Legs, but when I look over, Briar’s eyes are focused on Ronan. There’s a fire in them that makes my hands tremble. He may handle Molly with kid gloves, but make no mistake, the man is deadly.
With the warning in place, Legs breaks off and heads over to the men in the living room while Molly, Vixen, Piper, and I crowd around a high-top table, taking turns throwing darts. It doesn’t take long for Legs to straddle the lap of a guy I’ve seen around a couple of times. He’s not a patched member, but he’s around enough to be comfortable in this setting.
I know what Legs is going to do. She seems to love all forms and fashion of sex, but it’s TJ that draws my attention. He’s got Velvet’s head working his cock over, but his eyes are on Legs as she pulls the front of her top down and inserts the tip of her breast into the hangaround’s mouth. The dude getting a taste isn’t concerned about TJ getting mad, but the entire scene makes me nervous. TJ’s hand grips a fistful of Velvet’s hair, holding her in place as he pumps his hips up from the couch to thrust into her mouth. His eyes never leave Legs, and they never grow jealous or angry either.
“Does that turn you on?” Xena’s voice breaks the hold the scene playing out in the living room has on me.
“I shouldn’t be watching,” I mutter as I turn my back to the other room.
“They would do it in private if they didn’t want people to watch them,” she clarifies.
“TJ doesn’t even care that his girl is messing around with that other guy.”
“He hasn’t claimed her.” She steps closer to me like she’s going to share club secrets. The thought is ridiculous. No one here will tell me any more than the President allows. “He knows if he orders no one else to touch her, he’s making a statement, and TJ will never want an Old Lady. He loves variety too much.”
“He doesn’t care?” How do you spend so much time messing around with someone and not have feelings for them? My skin tingled at just the mention of Lynch’s name after my first night here.
“TJ knows that he could snap his fingers and pull Legs off that guy's cock.” She points, and I turn, eyes following the path of her finger. Sure enough, Legs has pulled her panties to the side and is riding the hangaround’s dick. Velvet is doing the same with TJ. “There’s only one girl in this club that he can’t pull away from someone else.”
Me.
She doesn’t even have to say the word. Lynch made it clear that no one is to touch me.
“Lynch wants me to be his Old Lady?” My voice is a squeak. That’s the short of it, right? I’m great with numbers, and two plus two is always four.
Xena’s rough laugh forces my lips to tilt down in a frown.
“Sweetheart,” she begins, placing her arm around my shoulder. “Lynch is just like TJ. He’s never going to settle down. Cowboy fucked them both up too much for them to ever commit to one woman.”
Cowboy has been mentioned several times, but no one goes into detail. They give tiny bits and pieces, but the second I open my mouth to learn more, they shut the conversation down like they shouldn’t have brought him up in the first place.
I’m not deterred, however, but just as I open my mouth to ask, the front door opens and slams with a thunderous boom so loud the entire room grows silent.
“Church,” Lynch spits as he walks through the room and disappears into the chapel. He doesn’t even spare a glance my way.
All of Lynch’s puppets snap and follow. TJ doesn’t even frown when he lifts Velvet gingerly off his still-hard cock and tucks it back into his jeans to join his brother.