“I’m going to enjoy myself, as I’m sureyouwill as well.” The implied meaning is right there for him to hear.
His hand moves to my hair, wrenching my neck back so he can hiss into my ear. “You’ll enjoy fucking someone other than me?Doubtful.Pretend all you want, but I know you’d rather it was my cock in that tight pink pussy of yours,” he finishes with a nip to my lobe.
My body vibrates with need for him in response. Even when I’m upset inside, I can’t help but crave him and respond to his touch. The bastard is right. I’ll pretend it’s him, but I won’t admit it. With a shrug, I lick my lips seductively while meeting Grizzly’s gaze. It’s a dangerous game pitting two alphas against each other over pussy, but I’m not above hitting below the belt. I’m the one sacrificing everything in the end anyhow.
“I don’t know,” I reply loud enough that the others can easily hear me if they choose to. “His dick may be bigger with a name like Grizzly.”
Odin’s chest rumbles against my back and my lips turn up, not quite enough for him to notice the change, but I’m sure the others could pick up on it if they’d paid attention. My comment is full of it as I’ve never been with a man who’s bigger in girth or length than Odin. That’s a moot point now though. His teeth sink into the back of my neck, effectively drawing a moan of pleasure from me. His mouth remains in place after he releases my flesh and just as loudly as I was a moment ago, he replies, “This pretty cunt will never be satisfied with any other cock. Fucking admit it, Cherry. Your pussy only wants me.”
Grizzly’s excited grin drops suddenly as he realizes there’s a heated exchange going on directly in front of him, involving the VP of the club he’s a guest at and the woman he’d been planning on fucking tonight. Things just got a bit awkward, but you wouldn’t guess that much with how hard Odin’s length is under my ass. Not only is his dick thick, fully erect, and pinned down by my globes, but his body is firm and fired up. He wants to fuck me right this moment; there’s no doubt in my mind. He won’t though, as he’s talking club shit with his brother, or at least he’ssupposedto be.
Cherry wiggles her ass against my cock once again and I nearly lose it and come unglued. My teeth grit against one another, scraping in an attempt to not flip the fuck out and take her right here in the middle of this table at this very moment. My brothers wouldn’t mind. Hell the entire club wouldn’t give a fuck. I must refrain and hold myself back; I need to keep my head straight to feel this new biker out. I’m not sure about his true motive yet and it’s got me feeling damn leery.
I can’t believe this guy thinks he’s going to waltz right into the MC and have sex with Cherry tonight. This bitch is mine and no twat face asshat in here touches her pussy anymore but me. Motherfucking Viking! My own flesh and blood gave his approval to this charade too. He of all people ought to have my back when it comes to her. So, I didn’t admit anything to Vike before I left, but that shouldn’t mean a damn thing. Every brother in here knows I get territorial when they sniff around her ass. Now I’ve got this bozo showing up, whom I’m already skeptical of, mind you, and he wants to have a go at my girl. Well, he’s got another thing coming if he doesn’t catch a hint and back off.
I don’t think so, this is not fucking happening. I don’t care if I have to cock block him all goddamn night. I won’t allow his cock inside her pussy.
Cherry and I are on the level with one another that I don’t even wear condoms with her anymore. I don’t need to as everyone is smart enough to stay the hell away from her silky, delicious cunt. She wiggles again, butt nearly stroking my length with the move and I snap. “I’m gonna fuck you right here if you don’t stop moving that juicy ass over my stiff cock.”
She turns to me, mouth open and eyes dazed. She doesn’t get a chance to speak, as I keep going, being the asshole I’m known to be. “You want my cock, bitch? You missed me while I was gone and need to be fucked real good and dirty before I can kick back with the brothers?”
Her cheeks heat, along with her temper. She rarely shows it and especially not to me. I like her sweet and submissive. We fit well together when she just gives in and does whatever the fuck I tell her to.
“I’m fucking him.” She nods to the burly dickwad newcomer biker seated across from me. “Remember? You weren’t protesting when he asked me moments ago.”
“You’re not fucking anyone’s cock except mine,” I promise, yanking her hair back again. My lips go to her neck, teeth biting; I suck like a goddamn vacuum. She wants to act all cute and mouthy in front of the brothers, I’ll just mark her ass, so everyone can see. I’m done with this conversation. I take what I want, just as my brother and Jekyll have always taught me to. When I eventually release her, she shoves against my chest, jumping to her feet. I attempt to grab at her, but she swats my hands away and jumps off to the side out of my initial reach.
“You can’t do that!” she yelps angrily. Her hand flied to the spot and attempts to hide away the bruising hickey I’ve just placed. It’s in plain sight and nearly the same size as the side of her throat. My meaning is more than clear to anyone who merely glances in her direction.
“The hell I can’t!” I argue with a shout, standing to my full height, towering over her. She glares up at me and I meet her stare with my own frustrated glower. She never speaks out or tells me no about shit. To be honest, I’m feeling a bit like I’m throwing a temper tantrum in front of everyone, but a man can only take so much teasing and tormenting before he bursts.
Grizzly asks the brothers sitting around the table, watching everything unfold if they should step in to separate us. I don’t address him, because if I do, I’ll end up killing him tonight. My temper’s far too gone, ready to do serious damage and I doubt Vike would appreciate me starting a war with another club.
“You’re a jerk!” Cherry scowls and I nearly break into a grin.
The bitch going crazy makes me want to smile so damn big. It’s not normal. I shouldn’t enjoy being able to push her this far. It’s about damn time though. She’s always so blasé about everything and I want her furious about tonight. She ought to be downright protesting fucking another man. The guy’s not even a member for fuck’s sake! Not only that, but I’ve been sinking into her pussy every single night for a year straight—minus when I’m out on a run—butit’s the same damn difference.
I open my mouth to tell her that I know she loves it when I’m a jerk and she stomps off. “Oh no, you’re not walking out on this shit right now.” My hand captures her bicep, twisting her around and my head snaps to the side. There’s a loud crack as her palm meets the skin on my cheek. Frankly, it stuns the ever-living shit out of me, to the point that I’m speechless and gaping at her outburst. I think it probably shocks everyone. Cherry is the calmest, most easygoing female we’ve had at the club and for her to outright slap me in front of all the members is saying a lot.
I hear Viking chuckling behind me. I don’t address it. He’s got a warped sense of humor, so this is likely the highlight of his day.
Chaos rounds the bar, the older brother on a mission to be captain save a ho, but it’s not happening on my watch. My muscles tighten up, preparing just in case I need to knock him the fuck out. My finger points his way in warning as I ground out a firm, “No! Stop right there! This is my bitch, motherfucker.”
His mouth drops and during it all, I must’ve let Cherry’s arm go as well because she runs from the room. She’s not quick enough to hide her emotions, however, and I catch a glimpse of her tearstained face. One look at her like that and my heart is crumbling, crushed to pieces in my chest cavity. The last thing I want to see is her tears because my dumb ass hurt her in some way. I’m such an idiot sometimes; too stubborn for my own good.
I don’t understand. Was I too rough? Did I physically hurt her in some way? I’m so used to slinging her around and moving her how I want to, that it didn’t even cross my mind that I’d physically hurt her somehow. Or could it have been from embarrassment? Was it because I decided to make my displeasure known and put it on display for everyone else as well? Like I said before, Cherry’s a good girl. She doesn’t cause drama and I just kicked up a shitshow in front of the members, some of their ol’ ladies, Nomads, prospects, hang arounds, and this asshat Grizzly.
“You gonna stand there with your dick out, kid? If she’s yours, well go fucking get her,” Chaos growls and I take off in her wake. I’m too concerned about Cherry to pause and tell Chaos to fuck off as I would if she weren’t currently crying. My only concern is the woman who I made cry, no one else matters now but her. I have to get to her and fix this screw-up of mine. I have to make her smile again.
I’m not certain what the hell to say to her—or do—but I’ll figure something out, I’m sure.I have to.
Slamming through the bathroom door in the hallway, I poke my head in to discover it empty. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy that she’d be in the first spot I checked. Next, I hightail it to check the kitchen, but that’s no use either. Eventually, I find her holed up in the bathroom that’s attached to her own room, the space she shares with Honey. “Cherry?” I holler, needing to hear her voice.
Her tear-filled eyes meet my own in the mirror above her sink. She’s been attempting to wash the sadness away, but the drops haven’t stopped falling from her beautiful, sad irises, telling on her emotions. “What do you want, Odin?” she chokes out brokenly, her lower lip wobbling. It’s a habit I’ve noticed that only shows up whenever she’s really upset but attempting to hold it back.
“Why are you crying? Did I hurt you when I’d taken hold of your arm or something?”
“You couldn’t tell by now? Not even a little?” she sulks, confusing me further.