“I am not fucking any of you.” She clarifies with a little bit of bite to her words.
“We also didn't say anything about fucking,” I offer softly.
“His face is all about fucking.” She points at Bell, and he takes the opportunity to grab her wrist and pull her against his chest, her words are lost to his tongue in her mouth.
I never thought I would be the one to share a girl with two other guys. Another woman? Shit, I would probably be into that but with other dicks in the equation? Never would have thought it possible. I am not a jealous guy–not exactly, anyway–but I like to protect what's mine. And right now, what's mine is getting mouth fucked by one of the most violent and volatile men I have ever met in my life.
And I'll be damned, it's turning me on.
Bell fists his hand in the back of her hair and bends her back, keeping his mouth harsh against her. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them had a bloody lip when the fight is over, and I do mean fight. A lot is being said in the kiss that's happening right now. It's not simply him making sure she knows that he wants her, no this is him making sure she knows that he already has her. He is owning her, and he will never fucking let her go. This kiss is full of every emotion that he has felt the last 6 months, watching her ignore us, build a life with people that don't know her, and all the random fucking people that touch her.
What the fuck is with that, one look at her and weaker men should be running in the other direction, and yet so many people at that fucking school think that they can touch her whenever they want. If Bell had his way, they would all disappear. Most of it is innocent touches, an arm around the shoulder, or a graze of a hand when taking her books. She almost always steps away from the movements, but they are still enough to bother the piss out of us.
I wouldn't be surprised if the man that Bell keeps seeing her with does end up gone one day. We know that he is part of the fraternity that has the most drug traffic, whether those drugs are coming from ASG or not is still unknown. If it turns out that he is dealing with them or that he is somehow responsible or tied to the girl that was murdered, well Bell won't be the only one that takes a chunk out of him.
We know that Bell is very sensitive when it comes to anyone touching Fin. The fact that he sat back and watched as Scar and I fucked her that night says a lot. While we walked to the room, I asked him how this was going to be for him, he chuckled darkly and didn't answer me, it didn't give me much hope but, in the end, it was something I was willing to risk.
How fucking nuts is that? We were willing to risk the president cutting off our nuts if he found out, and then I was willing to risk Bell coming after me on top of that. Sure, he might have gone after Scar but I doubt it, he is our VP and there is a sense of loyalty within the MC. Going against your president and VP isn't something the brothers will do. I would get the brunt of his wrath, every bit of it that he wanted to dole out.
He didn't though, he sat by and watched with so much intensity that Finley couldn't look away from him. It was quite the show.
This was a bad place to let my mind go. I don't need to be standing here thinking about the look on his face when he lapped at her pussy like a dog that hadn't had anything to drink in a week. He never took his eyes off of her, kept her in some kind of hypnosis while he edged her with his tongue. It was fucking awe-inspiring.
Damnit Pyro. Get it out of your head.
Scar clears his throat and Bell finally pulls away from Finley, he keeps her pulled against his chest and his mouth is still close to her but he has removed his tongue from her throat, so I will take it.
“Now that we are all rocking hard-ons, want to watch a movie before you have to go back?” Scar plops on the couch and pats the seat next to him. For a minute I think that Bell isn't going to let her go but he turns them around and pushes her toward the couch. He takes a spot on the floor between her legs, and before he turns toward the tv he takes her hand and puts it on the back of his head. She chuckles and starts to run her fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp before pulling her hand out and doing it again. I sit on her other side and put my arm around the back of the couch, toying with the ends of her hair, and Scar takes the hand closest to him and threads their fingers together.
I have tried to be understanding about what she thought she wanted but sitting here like this with her makes me more than a little mad. I understand that she wanted to get away from the life of crime that she grew up in. She didn't ask to be born to her parents, she wasn't given a choice in how she was raised, I get it. But now, we could have had this all those months. We could have had nights in the apartment, touching her, feeding her, taking care of her. We could have had it all and she ran from us.
It was what she thought she needed to do, and I know why. I have been pretty mad these last few months, it seems that the only one of us that kept it together is Scar. Bell and I have taken every extra job or run that we could get our hands on. I have probably unalived more people in the last 6 months than I have ever before.
Finley doesn't know this, but she chose a terrible time to leave the compound, shit is brewing. We have no less than five people with eyes on her at all times, and one of them is always us. The drug problem at this school started a long time before she came here. The ASG has been trying to push the Mexican mafia out of the drug business for as long as they have been around. I don't even know what ASG stands for, but I know they are an organization that wants to get Mexicans out of America, and in no world are they going to get it.
We have chapters of Ghost Riders in every state, some of them might be small but when we all come together for the same problem there is nothing that we won't get done. Right now, none of the other chapters have been called in, but that doesn't mean that it won't happen. The next closest one would be the OKC chapter. They aren't huge but they are almost as violent as we are, and they are growing. The guys they have just appointed VP and sergeant at arms are more than a little bloody, they climbed the ranks quickly.
There are three different chapters in Texas, just because the state is so large, and we are all getting our hands a little dirty with the Rojas family. I feel like it's going to work in our favor one day, if there is ever a reason that we would need them to help us out with something they would be obligated to say yes.
10
Finley
When I get back to the house most of the lights are off and the girls are cleaning up the cups and plates that have been left around. We have a crew that cleans the house, but we never leave the mess this big, we pay them well, but this is a lot for one team to do and there are way more of us. Typically, we can get all the trash picked up in about an hour.
I find Hollow helping in the main room, shamelessly flirting with everyone around while still being useful. I go from room to room until I find Raven, she eyes me accusingly. I know that she is going to want to know everything as soon as we are back in our room. I will be surprised if she manages to wait that long and not drag me off to the side and demand I tell her what happened.
The guys have given me a lot to think about. Until today I didn't care who I hurt in the process of figuring out what I wanted to do from here. I have given these girls only snippets of my life and that is not how we are supposed to live our lives. If I want these people in my life, which I do then I need to start coming clean.
I have become so close with Zoe and Raven and yet they don’t know the biggest part of me. I was naive to think that I could change when I am at 22. I thought I wanted a life away from all of this, but I went skipping back to the club the second that things got dicey. The problem at the school is just the thing that gave me the opportunity to, the truth is I have been going fucking nuts. Everyone around here is so proper, or they pretend to be. I haven’t been in a fight in so long that my knuckles ache with the need to hit something at random, I realize that it's not healthy but you can’t change who you are.
And deep down, I am bloodthirsty.
The guys were hurt by knowing the truth and me avoiding it. How are my friends going to handle it when they find out the truth? Are they going to find a way to work through it with me or are they going to abandon all hope and never speak to me again? When I came here and kept my secrets, I never expected to find people that I liked, not at first anyway.
I hoped to get through school and find a job far away from here to build a life. Those people would know the world I came from and see the work I have put in to get away from it. Those people would know who I was but be present for who I am.
What I didn't anticipate was finding people here that I would want to keep in my life, I NEVER imagined that I would join a sorority but then I met Raven, we clicked so quickly, when she said she wanted to rush a sorority I tagged along for shits and giggles, but then I met Zoe.