She blows out a breath and I can’t hold back from exploding at her again. I have too much anger built up inside where she’s concerned. Our relationship was never healthy to begin with and whatever bit is left is far from even civil at this point. I’m at a place in my life where I never want to see the bitch again. You don’t pretend you’re pregnant by a man just to fuck with his life and then expect him to get over the shit. It’s not happening.
“You know what, I don’t care. You want to fuck? Go and fuck one of them,” I point to the three new prospects all eagerly watching this showdown take place. “You need saving? Ask someone else. I’m not fucking Captain Save-a-ho. I’m not getting drawn back into your fucked-up shit. We were over years ago. I warned you from the start I didn’t want a relationship with you. I told you flat out I’d never claim you, yet you kept finding ways to ‘make’ us be together. I’m done.” At that, I give her my back, and take off toward the rooms with Cherry in tow.
Mercy has a shit ton of nerve showing up here and demanding my attention. I can’t believe she treated Cherry that way too. Well, I should since she’s done it in the past, but it wasn’t necessary. It was bad enough that those damn twins were licking their chops when it came to Cherry but then to have Mercy comes in calling her a whore right after too. Crazy that she’s the club slut yet is the one who acts with the most decency and class out of all of them. I’m going to have to get used to the prospects too. I don’t want to be a dick to Bronx’s blood brother, really, but if he doesn’t learn his place and quick, then I will be. The same goes for Karma and Rage. They’ll get a taste of real rage when Viking comes back, and they act like fools where Princess is concerned.
“I’m sorry, Odin,” Cherry mutters, her hand resting on my chest as we stride to my room. She gazes at me, irises full of concern for my well-being, not worried about herself in the slightest.
“You don’t have shit to be sorry for, beautiful. Mercy’s just fucking tripping is all. I told her to get off my dick long ago. She’s jealous and looking desperate.”
“What does she have to be jealous of?”
With a twist of my wrist, I fling my room door open, making sure to lock it behind us. I swear to Christ if someone interrupts us I may start throwing blows. “Mercy’s jealous of you,” I fill her in. Surprised she doesn’t already know. “Shit, they all are except the ol’ ladies.”
A giggle breaks free from her, the sound hitting me in the chest. I never gave two fucks before if Cherry was laughing or comfortable, but damn that sound has been hitting me hard here recently. “You’re mixing me up with someone else,” she argues, making me snort. “How many shots did you have with the brothers already?”
Shaking my head, I scoff; I can drink any of those asses under the table easily. Not Nightmare or Viking, but I can hold my liquor with the others. Jekyll had me drinking regularly with the Widow Makers when I was twelve years old. “I’m not mixing up shit.” Growling, I toss her sexy ass to the bed. “You know what I want.” Following behind, within a few steps, I’m yanking her clothes off, eager to bury myself in her.
She faces the headboard as I instructed, awaiting my next orders. Her clothes go flying in different directions somewhere behind me and the greeting of her creamy, smooth skin has a groan deep in my chest rumbling loose. “I fucking love your tits...but damn, that ass is sexy as fuck. Bend over and let me fuck it, beautiful.”
Her thighs clench, her ass wiggling from side to side trying to create friction on her pussy. I want to grab it, fist it tightly and make her be still. “Stop moving. I’ll give that tight pussy pleasure when I’m good and ready. You impatient, well we can stop for a break and you can wait longer for that orgasm.”
“No! Please don’t stop, Odin.”
“Mm.” My palm rubs over her big, round ass in anticipation. “Spread those thighs wide beautiful; let me see that perfect, tight hole.”
“Like this?” She pushes her ass out as she leans onto her forearms, taunting me with the delectable sight. Wetness coats the inside of her legs, telling me just how excited she really is in this moment. She loves me bossing her just as much as I love doing it.
I smack the cheek closest to me, and then palm it, holding her hips from rocking. My free hand reaches for her wetness, my fingers running up and down her drenched slit. “Ready and waiting,” I murmur, my middle finger circles her clit as my thumb teases her entrance. Cherry’s responsive to my every touch and there’s not a bigger compliment that she can give me than to show me just how good I make her feel.
“Yesss,” she sighs and I press her button harder then pull away completely. Using her pussy juices, I swipe them back to coat her puckered rim. It’s been a while since I’ve taken her ass and whenever I do, she shoots off damn near immediately. Her hot spot must be exactly where my cock hits because she goes absolutely wild for it.
“You want my hard cock? You need this cock inside you?” Releasing the round cheek, I yank at my jeans until my long, hard length springs free. Moving my other hand away, I take my fleshy steel in my palm, lining it up. She’s so fucking horny her ass pushes back against me, wanting me to shove my dick inside her hard and fast. She’s silently begging to be pounded.
“Please, don’t make me keep waiting for it.”
I love it when she begs me, so I give her what she hungers for. My hand curls around her hip securely as my pelvis eagerly thrusts forward. Her warm tightness sheaths my cock, the vice tugging at my skin making me rumble a loud growl filled with bliss.So damn good.Her mouth, her pussy, her ass...it all feels amazing enclosed around me.
Cherry moans and I pop my hips, driving in deep. When her moans turn to pleading for me to take her ass like I’d teased, I follow through fucking her like she belongs to me and no other. My hips piston, pushing my cock in and out. Our flesh smacks together with each powerful plunge. “I want you to finger that dripping pussy until you come. Do it, now.”
Her hand finds her core, following my orders as I concentrate on not blowing my load just yet. Cherry’s sexy mewls morph into her screaming my name as she rides her orgasm. It’s the only confirmation I need before letting go, pumping her ass full of my seed and reaching my own rapture.
Odin took me by complete surprise when it came to dealing with Mercy. I was stunned that not only did he turn her down, but that he did so with me in his arms and in front of everyone. He’s seemed different lately, more possessive toward me. It can’t actually be that though; maybe I’m just making something out of what’s really nothing. I could be projecting my feelings and in turn imagining he’s acting a certain way because that’s what I want deep down inside for him to do. He was literally yelling at her that he’d never claim her and here I am getting all messed up in my head over him. I should just be happy that’s he’s shared this much of himself with me and not foolishly allow myself to get in any deeper where he and feelings are concerned.
“What’s got you stuck in your head, sweetheart?” Chaos wraps an arm around me as I come to stand next to him outside. I needed some fresh air and fall in Texas is the absolute best time to be outdoors.
“Just being a girl. I don’t want to waste your time with any of it.” I toe a few pebbles with my tennis shoe. He’s right though. I have been stuck in my head ever since this whole thing went down.
And I know what you’re probably thinking, yes, I own more than trashy, revealing clothes. I need to stay looking good with these younger women coming around, so I go for runs a few times a week. If it was a long night partying, then I usually just keep it to a walk, but that paired with some squats regularly has kept the members interested in my body. Unfortunately, I’m not one of those women that everything comes to them effortlessly, including their looks. A shitty childhood isn’t exactly a recipe for success as an adult and plenty of partying definitely doesn’t make it any easier on me.
“I wouldn’t ask if I believed you’d be wasting my time. You know, I have a daughter about ten years younger than you. You’ve met her a few times. I’m used to girl stuff, well, as much as she’ll share with me anyhow.”
Licking my lips, I adjust my spandex workout capris and cross my arms over my chest. I don’t like being vulnerable, especially to men, but I trust Chaos. I know he’d never hurt me, but what I need to talk about has to do with his own MC brother. His loyalty will go to Odin above me any day; Whether Chaos is my best friend or not, the club always comes before me. Not only that, but Odin is the Oath Keepers’ vice president. I can’t expect Chaos to offer me any real advice on the man besides telling me to move on with my crush. If only it were just a little crush, it’d be no big deal. I’ve had plenty of them in life; this is so, so much more. I’m in deep, damn it.
“Cherry, you know I got your back, right?”
“I do, and I’m grateful,” I admit on a tormented sigh. “It’s just quite hard for me to admit what I’m dealing with out loud.”
“Ah, I know what you mean.”