This information is coming from the other girls. Candi doesn’t seem like the type to gossip about what goes on when we’re alone. But then again, Xena saw my lips on hers. Hell, I’m sure Piper and Chains also did when they interrupted us in the clubhouse bedroom. Legs was part of the fun when Candi straddled my face and rubbed her sweetness on my tongue.
“The girls are well taken care of,” TJ continues as I bring the joint to my lips. “They just want to be taken care of by the Prez, too.”
“Not gonna happen.” I leave TJ at the bar and walk to the living room.Chapter 26Candi
“You’re going to get that poor fucker killed,” Xena slurs in my ear when I look over at Ronan to find him grinning at me.
Unbidden, my eyes flick over to Lynch only to find him looking over his shoulder at me. His lips purse as his bright, green eyes stare a hole in me.
“Surely he wouldn’t.” I look over at Molly, who even intoxicated, gives me a look that says Xena is right.
Lynch is revered in the club. People respect him, but they also fear him. When I first arrived, I thought no one wanted to get in trouble because they would be kicked out or something. Whispers began to pile up, however. They don’t even think about angering Lynch because mayhem will ensue. Each person here has a lot more to lose than their spot at the clubhouse.
TJ joins Lynch at the bar, and whatever conversation Lynch was having with the dark-haired, blue-eyed boy behind the counter ends.
I could see myself dating someone like Ronan in another life. He has numerous similarities to the guys I would normally gravitate toward. He’s quick to smile and engage in conversation. He’s not afraid to let his attraction for me show. He’s got the softest looking, plump lips I’ve ever seen on a man before, and damned if Legs’ insistence on his skillful mouth doesn’t keep popping back into my head.
Mindful that his president is sitting right in front of him, Ronan gives me a quick grin before helping another woman at the bar. I smile in return before turning my attention back to Velvet who is trying to plan a trip to the mall as if Molly and I will ever get permission to leave this place for a few hours.
When I look back a few minutes later, Lynch is gone from the bar. Instinctively, my eyes circle the room until they land on Lynch, settled on the couch with his eyes still on me. Chills cover my arms, and I feel my nipples tighten in my tank top.
His tongue sneaks out, pink and perfect against his bottom lip as if he’s dying for a taste. Lifting his hand, he crooks his finger at me. I’m walking in his direction before my brain even registers that I’ve been summoned.
“Hey,” he greets when I get within arm’s reach of him. “Sit with me.”
My eyes dart around us. From the position he’s at, I’m able to see the girls near the darts, and an oblique view of Ronan at the bar. He corrects me when I start to sit in the free spot beside him, situating me on his lap instead.
“Perfect,” He pants against my ear.
My heart is pounding so hard, I lose focus on the rest of my body. It isn’t until Lynch spreads his legs, that I feel mine widen as well. At first, it’s not a big deal. I’m wearing my usual, yoga pants and a tank top. Despite Legs’ insistence, I don’t feel the need to get all sexed up to come into the clubhouse. The guys have been warned away, which means I’m practically invisible. Ronan is the only one who even knows I exist.
“He’s been watching you all night,” Lynch breathes in my ear. “Let’s give him a show.”
I whimper when Lynch’s hand tickles the exposed flesh at the bottom hem of my tank top.
“Lynch,” I plead, but I don’t even have a clue what I need. More? Less? Don’t? Don’t stop?
“Can I touch you in front of him?” My head nods, but my eyes are still closed. “You’ve been teasing him with your smiles all night. It seems only fair to tease him with my pussy.”
“Yours?” I choke on the word when his fingers slide past the waistband of my yoga pants. My panties serve no barrier when he’s on a mission. The tips of his fingers never leave my flesh. They just keep sliding down until they delve into my wetness.
“Fuck, Prez. I can smell her sweet pussy from here.”
My eyes snap open as my head jolts in Chains’ direction. There’s a full couch cushion separating us, but his eyes are fixated on the apex of my thighs where Lynch is playing my clit like an expert fiddler.