“Thirty thousand.”
Everyone in the club turned to look at him in shock. He had never bid during the auctions since he had begun riding with the Dark Highwaymen.
“Going, going, gone,” Dee yelled out, her voice filled with relief.
“Bullshit! She was mine!” As Tank threw his chair at the stage, Broni didn’t move from the wood pieces as it broke apart.
“Cut it out, Tank. Rhys won fair and square,” Adam spoke above the loud voices.
“Rhys couldn’t have that many points.”
“Actually, he has twenty thousand left. He’s never bid before, and he takes the most dangerous runs,” Jace spoke up, holding the notebook up so that those next to him could see.
Tank shrugged away from one of his friend’s restraining hand, going to the bar, and grabbing Nikki by the arm. Rhys stood up, but Adam stepped in before Rhys had to.
“Leave the women alone tonight, Tank. Nikki’s not recovered from the last time you had her, and Layla, Dee and Becca are already spoken for tonight. You need to cool down before you touch another woman.”
“That’s the whole point of fucking them.” Tank sneered. Turning on his heel, he stormed from the club, his friends following quickly behind him.
Rhys caught the subtle movement of Adam motioning for Jace to follow. After he left, the music was turned back on. Rhys resumed his seat, motioning for Layla to bring him a glass of his bourbon while Broni jumped off the stage, tugging on a shirt Dee handed her. Rhys watched as it caught on the tip of her tit. She had to adjust it to pull it down. She then headed to his table with a grateful smile on her mouth.
Damn, Rhys said to himself. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to let Tank destroy her; now he was going to have to make it clear that he had done it so that she wouldn’t be hurt, not because he actually cared.
His thoughts about letting her go without touching her ended as he watched her tits bounce underneath the thin t-shirt she wore. He could always let her go when he was finished fucking her. Maybe.
Chapter 7
“Thank you, Rhys,” Broni said as she came to stand next to his table.
The experience of standing on that stage while half-naked with Tank’s intense focus on what he was going to do to her if he won had sent chills down her body. She was certain that she could have defended herself, yet it was much better if she never had to find out. It would have been impossible to continue to live in the clubhouse after she’d split him open with her sword, which was what she had planned if he had won. Outside, it would be much easier for her enemies to strike.
“Ready for bed?” His hoarse voice had Broni looking closer at his closed expression.
Broni nodded her head, relieved to be away from the scrutiny of the other bikers. Did they think he was going to fuck her on the table? She made no effort to hide her disgust as she followed Rhys to his room.
Once inside, she gathered a clean t-shirt and underwear, going to the shower. She took her time enjoying the silky feel of the water against her skin. Drying off, she dressed before going back to Rhys’s room where he was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. Broni knew what turmoil was running through his mind. His body stiffened as he became aware of her presence.
He stood up next to the bed as he took off his t-shirt and shoes. Broni watched every move he made, enjoying the sight of his muscular body. She licked her bottom lip when he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them to expose his already hard cock.
“You going to get naked?” Rhys asked.
Broni debated her next move.
“What if I don’t want to?” she replied, watching his reaction.
“Then get out and send Layla back here.”
Broni didn’t flinch from his harsh words. He would never give her the power of knowing he wanted her. She could satiate his lust or send another to take her place.
When she pulled off her panties first, his eyes went to her cleanly shaven pussy. Then they lifted pointedly to her t-shirt. Broni tugged it off, giving in willingly to his silent demand. His gaze remained on her full breasts as she moved forward. His cock had lengthened even further when her body had been completely exposed.
Her pink nipples tightened in the cool air, bouncing as she walked across the room to him. He lowered his lashes, hiding his eyes from her. He remained still after removing his jeans. The bastard wanted her to make the first move.
Her mouth watered as she stared at his body.
He eventually sat down on the bed, giving her a hard look, making sure she knew this was no heart and flowers moment. That it was what it was, what it would always be to him—fucking.
“Do you know what I want from you?”
“Yes.”
“If you stay, we’re going to fuck tonight, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck another bitch tomorrow. I don’t want to hear your shit when I do, either. If you’re not cool with that, then leave. The choice is yours.”
“I know. You’re not forcing me, Rhys. I know exactly what I want,” Broni said, leaning over him, brushing her lips over his firm shoulder.
“I’m protected, you don’t even have to use a condom if you don’t want too.”
A frown came to his face at her offer. He hadn’t fucked a woman without a condom since Deena. He’d never wanted to explore any of the other women’s bodies, however the woman in front of him had him wanting to take his time and leave his mark behind. That admission to himself was like a punch in his gut.
He only needed a quick fuck to relieve the fire in his dick and keep the shadows of his past away long enough to tire him out so he could find forgetfulness in sleep.
Rhys studied the woman. Her dark, black hair lay tousled on her shoulders, her facial features finely etched. Broni’s body was slim, yet she had breasts that made him swallow hard. They were large, accenting her tiny waist. The curve of her hips with her bare pussy was decadent. Legs that were long and toned; Rhys had no problem imagining them wrapped around his waist as he pounded his dick inside of her. She looked like a horny teenage boy’s wet dream. What caught and held his attention, though, was her mouth. It was pouty and luscious.
Her body reminded him of pictures he had seen at the museum of statues the Greeks had done. She was voluptuous, yet she was lithe. It was obvious from her muscle tone she worked out. In contrast, her mouth was so soft and vulnerable. Imagining all the things he wanted to do to her had him edgy. His dick was full and hard, anxiously waiting as he debated what he wanted to do to her first, letting the anticipation build in Broni. He leaned forward, licking one tight nipple before reclining back.
“I want to fuck you.” Her sultry voice had thoughts of fucking her mouth storming through his mind. He wanted her so badly that his hands were shaking.
Rhys paused for a second as he reached for her, trying to calm the desire to conquer this woman. He had never been rough with a woman, but something about Broni made him want to explore a side of himself he kept tightly restrained, hidden deep within his soul.
His hand slid between her thighs. “I own you.”
A flash of anger crossed her face before her lashes lowered, concealing her emotions. Putting out a firm hand, she pushed him farther backward onto the bed. As he tried to regain his balance, Broni got on her knees on the bed, and before he could regain control, she slid his cock into her wet mouth.
All reasoning left Rhys’s mind. His cock, already hard from thoughts of her mouth, swelled even further, stretching her red lips tighter around him. As she suckled him, drawing him to the back of her throat, his hips lifted, a groan forcing itself from between clenched teeth.
Rhys had been sucked-off many times before, but damn, she made him grit his teeth to keep from coming within seconds, making a further ass of himself.
Broni licked and nibbled his cock as if it was her favorite treat. Her hand kneaded his balls as her throat muscles pulled on the crest of his cock.