CHAPTER 7
CY
Fuck. Our woman is gorgeous. She probably doesn’t realize what she does to me. I don’t even know how many times I jacked off today while looking at her picture. It didn’t do a fucking thing to curb the need I have for her. Not even a little bit.
She smells so fucking sweet like vanilla musk. It makes my mouth water and the desire to bury my tongue in her tight cunt is riding me hard. I wonder if I crawled under the table and tasted her if she would be scandalized. From the way her cheeks are the most delicious pink I’m pretty sure she would be.
It’s hard as fuck to curb my need for her.
I’ve wanted her for months and now with her right in front of me the beast inside me is begging to be let out. I know now is not the place and it’s not the time, but I also know I won’t e able to hold off for long. Not now that I know how she smells. Not now that Kent knows what her skin feels like.
I’ve never once been jealous of Kent the entire time I’ve known him until right this moment. At the same time, I don’t begrudge him touching her. At least one of us gets the chance.
I’m still simmering with the rage from not putting my fist through that asshole who thought he could touch her. Yeah, not our woman. No fucking way.
Kent’s tone isn’t mired in possession, “Are you glad it’s the weekend?”
Ariel blows out a breath and grins, her eyes sliding around the table as if she can’t help herself. “Oh yeah. The end of the year is the hardest to keep all the kids in line and get everyone ready for end of the year tests."
Gabe grins and nods, “Yeah, no kidding.”
Ariel gasps, “Oh, that’s right.” She shakes her head admonishingly. “I forgot for a second you’re a professor.” Her voice takes on the hopeful quality of an angel, “Philosophy, right?”
“Good memory,” Gabe’s voice is filled with barely restrained need as he winks at her and nods.
She blushes and fucking hell I want to trace my tongue down her body to find out how far her blush goes. How the fuck are we here right now? Oh, right, I finally took charge and told our woman how it was going to be. I can’t help but smirk at the thought. If it was up to these fuckers, we’d be online right now having a nice chat.
It’s so much better being able to look at our girl.
“You,” she pauses and bites her lip before she squares her shoulder, “don’t look like any professor I ever had in school.”
Gabe arches his eyebrow and puffs up his chest. His voice is a low growl, “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
Her giggle is a tinkling sound which wraps around me and makes my balls ache with need. “You should,” she sasses him right back. Her light blue eyes sparkle. If they keep doing that I don’t know if I’ll be able to be held responsible for my actions.
Kent’s eyes come over and meet mine. I know I look wild as fuck. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Club Sin keeps flashing in my mind like a giant fucking neon sign.
Today when Kent and Gabe got home, Gabriel dropped a bomb on us. “Jericho sent me memberships to Club Sin.”
My entire body froze at his words and my mind tripped back over them a few times, trying to make sense of them.
Kent’s voice was wary, “What the fuck is Club Sin?”
Gabe’s smile took on a predatory quality, “What does it sound like?”
I scoffed, “It sounds like a fucking sex club.”
Gabe shrugged one shoulder casually. “Yup. He got us all memberships. I got them today.”
Kent’s words were measured, “Your brother got the three of us memberships to a sex club?”
Gabe pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. “Yeah, he said we needed to get laid and to get over the girl we’ve been hung up on for too long.”
“Not happening,” I growled, my voice low and threatening, “she’s ours.”
“I know,” Gabe chuckled darkly and shook his head. “I think he knows and he’s trying to push us into making a move. He not so subtly suggested we take our girl there.”