• Nineteen •
“You don’t look at another man.”
Briar
I had never seen so many vehicles at the stables. “Wow. Y’all really get into watching races, huh?” I asked as Storm parked the Jeep.
“We’ve got a couple in these, so those who don’t go get together here to watch them,” he explained.
“Who all went?” I asked him after we were out of the Jeep.
His hand rested on my lower back while we walked toward the entrance. “King and Sebastian. Then Dad and Monte.”
“Monte—is that Luella’s husband?” I asked.
“No. Luella is married to his brother, Roland. Monte is engaged to Bay.”
I was never going to get these people all straight. Dovie knew them all better than me, but she was around more of them because of Nailyah. Although I had spent the afternoon with Jupiter by her pool and met her daughter, Birdie, earlier in the week. Her husband, Ronan, had come out once, and I’d met him too. Hopefully, I’d meet more of them tonight.
“Will Jupiter be here?” I asked.
I’d enjoyed spending time with her. She wasn’t nosy and didn’t pry into my past. I appreciated it and had felt comfortable at her house.
Storm chuckled. “Uh, no. This is the younger generation. Not the parents.”
“Jupiter is young?”
“Yes, but she married an old man. So, she runs in their circle. Not in ours.”
I glanced up at him. “There are circles?”
“We don’t enjoy hanging out with our parents,” he replied as we stepped inside.
“Clearly, I didn’t either,” I quipped.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess I just went a little dark,” I said, looking up at him.
He just smirked and shook his head.
“Storm!” a guy called out.
I turned my attention toward him. He was shirtless with a pair of jeans riding low on his hips, and his hair was in a ponytail. There was a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
“Lost your shirt already?” Storm replied, sounding amused.
The guy opened his arms wide. “I can’t deny the ladies this view, now can I?”
His chest was nice. Not as mouthwatering as Storm’s, but still, he was definitely cut.
“Briar, this is Acre,” Storm said to me.
The guy flashed me a flirty smile. “Hello, darlin’.”
“She’s mine.” Storm’s tone hardened.
The guy looked back at him and lifted his eyebrows. “What? You claimed one?” Then, he glanced back at me. “I can’t blame you though,” he added, then took a drink from his beer.
Voices got louder as we approached a closed door.
“Acre handles the bets,” Storm told me.
“What bets?” I asked.
“We don’t just watch. There is betting going on. Our own little ring. Nothing too intense.”
“Do you bet?”
He nodded. “Always.”
“Okay, so who are we cheering for?”
“I’ll show you.”
He opened the door and motioned for me to go in, then followed behind me. His hand slid around my waist as I took in the scene. I scanned the room, seeing very few faces I recognized. When I looked over at the sofas around the massive screen on the wall, I saw boobs. What the hell? There was a topless woman sitting on Thatcher’s lap. Looking over to the other side, I saw more boobs. One woman had on a pair of cutoff jeans that most of her ass hung out of and was also without a shirt or bra, standing in front of Wells, who was running his hand up the inside of her legs.
“Probably should have mentioned the tits.”
I jerked my gaze back up to Storm. “You knew there were going to be topless women here?” I asked.
“Always is,” he drawled, then nodded toward the bar. “Let’s get a drink.”
He was okay with this? Well, of course he was. He had brought me to a strip club basically. He got to look at big, naked boobs all night.
“Storm!” a female called out and waved to him. At least she had a halter-top bra-like thingy on. “You’re here!” she squealed.
Other people called out his name, and he just held up a hand in a wave and kept leading us to the bar.
The blonde who had been so happy to see him rushed over and threw her arms around him like I wasn’t standing there. Storm grabbed her shoulders and moved her away from him.
“Uh, Fall,” he said, finally looking uncomfortable. Once he had her off him, he put his arm back around me. “No,” he said sternly, like he was talking to a child.
“Come here, sugar. You can straddle my lap tonight. Storm’s taken,” Acre called out from the chair he was sitting in, facing the screen.
She glanced at me and gave me a nasty look before turning and walking away.
“Friend of yours?” I asked him.
“Nope,” he replied, not saying anything more. “What do you want to drink?” he asked me.
I looked over at her as she took her bra off and straddled Acre’s lap. He started licking her nipples, and I snapped my eyes back to Storm, who was watching me. He’d asked me a question.
“There are four other women here, and they are all topless.”
“They’re strippers.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Y’all hire strippers for these things?”
“Hell no. We—well, they fuck strippers. They have all been cleared through security.”
“But you’ve fucked them before.” I already knew the answer to this question, and I was not okay with it.
“Before you,” he replied.
I glared up at him. “You brought me to a place with women you’ve fucked who are also walking around topless.”
He ran his finger down my face, and his lips twitched. “You’re the only pussy I want now.”
I shoved at his chest. “Does that matter? You are going to look at other women’s tits all night.”
He frowned. “No, I’m not.”
“They’re everywhere. How can you not? You’re gonna want to look.”
“You’re jealous.”
I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
He reached down and slid his hand under my skirt, shoving two fingers inside the crotch of my panties, leaning in so that his nose was almost touching mine. “That is all I want,” he told me, then pulled his hand back out and straightened back up while he sucked me off his fingers. “Now, tell me what you want to drink.”
“Whiskey,” I said, less sulky now that he’d successfully distracted me.
He squeezed my butt, then turned around to order our drinks.
I didn’t want to look around again because of what I’d see. I wasn’t a prude, obviously, but this was just uncomfortable. Unable to help myself, I cut my eyes toward Thatcher to see the brunette in his lap bouncing on it like they were having sex. Thatcher’s head was back on the cushion, watching her while smoking. She started to moan like she was getting off.
“Here you go,” Storm said, placing the glass in my hand.
I swung my gaze back to his. “Is Thatcher having sex with her right here?” I asked.
Storm took a drink from his glass. “More than likely. Come this way,” he said, moving through the room, nodding his head to people who greeted him as we passed with his hand wrapped around my wrist.
“I’m coming,” the girl on Thatcher cried.
“Then, get off and swallow my dick,” he told her.
Unable to stop watching, I saw her slide off his lap and go to her knees. Thatcher grabbed her hair and slammed her down on it. When I lifted my gaze to his face, he was watching me. I felt my face get warm and turned my head back around to Storm. He hadn’t seen me looking at least.
“I’m gonna need to get off before the race now,” Wells said to the girl perched on his leg. “That’s got me fucking hard.”
Storm spoke to some guy with a cowboy hat on, sitting on a stool, watching what was on the screen. Then, we went behind where the others were seated to a wide, plush leather chair that had a good view of the television. I was surprised it wasn’t already taken, but then the big U-shaped sofa had open spots too. But unless you wanted to watch the live-action porn, then you wouldn’t want to sit there.
Storm sat down and opened his legs, then pulled me down to sit on his lap. Once we were seated, I couldn’t see the sex acts from this angle, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“I didn’t think this through,” he said, taking a drink.
“What?” I asked.
His eyes met mine. “Bringing you here.”
Ah. Well, at least he’d admitted it.
“You think?” I quipped.
A small grin tugged on his lips as his eyes trailed down my body.
“Fuck! Yeah! Ride my dick!” Wells’s voice made me tense.
Storm rolled his eyes. “He’s always too damn loud.”
“That’s what you’re going to say about the fact that he’s having sex for all to see?”
“Yeah, I never thought about that before I brought you here.”
“How did you not think about the live-action porn?”
He shrugged. “We’ve always done it.”
My eyes went wide. “We? You have had sex in front of everyone like that?”
He didn’t say anything. I took a drink from my glass. He’d fucked all these women here. They’d all seen him fuck them. I didn’t like it. I was jealous, and I didn’t care that it’d happened before me. He was listening to them get off, and I didn’t want him to be thinking about times he’d made them do that.
“Look at me,” he said.
I cut my eyes at him, trying to decide if I was going to make a scene or not.
“Why are you mad?”
“Because you not only can hear and see these women, but you’ve also been in them. And I saw Thatcher getting off. It was just awkward—”
He slammed his glass down, then took mine from my hand and put it beside his. “Stand up,” he ordered.
Were we leaving? God, I hoped so.
I got off him, and he stood up right behind me. Grabbing my waist, he pushed me forward and toward the door. Acre was literally sucking a woman’s nipple when we passed by them.
When we came to the door, he reached around me, opening it, then nudging me outside. “In there,” he said, pointing to a door a little ways down and across the hall.
I didn’t question him and went to the door, opening it, then pausing as we stepped inside. It was another tack room. I’d been in the one with Noor’s things, but not in this one. I started to ask what we were doing when he took my arm and pulled me over to a bench.
“Bend over and put your hands on the bench,” he said in a hard tone.
I looked back at him, and he was unbuckling his belt, watching me.
“We’re gonna have sex?”
“Get your hands on the bench,” he barked, causing me to flinch.
I dropped my eyes to the belt, then back at him. “Depends on if I’m getting spanked or fucked.”
He took a step closer to me and grabbed my face. “You deserve to be spanked, but I need to fuck you more. Now, bend your ass over.”
I gulped, and he let my face go. This was turning me on. The angry thing was hot.
I turned around and placed my hands on the bench. The short skirt I was wearing rode all the way up. I stiffened when the leather of his belt ran over my bottom, but that was all it did before he dropped it to the ground.
“That pretty, round ass should be red for that bullshit,” he ground out. “You don’t look at another man.” His fingers dug into my butt cheek as he gripped it.
This was about me seeing Thatcher getting off. I understood now. But seriously? He’d taken me in there. I hadn’t asked to see it.
“You saw other women!” I pointed out.
His fingers slid into the sides of my panties, and he tugged them down my legs until he got to my ankles. “You’re wrong,” he said, and his warm breath was between my legs as he went down to his knees behind me. The first swipe of his tongue made me moan. “I don’t see other women. Not anymore,” he said, then licked at my clit.
I didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t going to argue with him when he was doing this.
“That’s so fucking good,” he murmured as he grabbed my butt cheeks, pulling them apart, then running his tongue up the back.
Pressing back against him, I made a pleading sound.
He laughed and stood back up. I squirmed as the zipper of his jeans went down. God, he needed to hurry. I wanted him in me.
One of his hands gripped my waist, and I felt the head of his cock press slowly into me before he slammed fully inside.
“FUCK!” he growled as his fingers dug into me. His arm came around my waist, and he pulled me up until my back was against his chest. He started pumping into me. Both his hands covered my boobs, squeezing them as he breathed heavily in my ear. “My pussy, my girl, this is the only cock you need.”
I was in complete agreement. He thrust into me two more times, then pulled out. I opened my mouth to protest when my shirt was pulled up over my head and then discarded. Storm grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bench, and then he sat down.
“Take the bra off and straddle me.” His gaze slowly went up my body.
I reached back and took it off, then let it fall to the floor. He stroked his cock with one hand and held out the other one for me to come to him. I walked over, and he took my waist and held me while I straddled him before lowering down onto his pierced head. When the head of his cock touched my opening, I sank down with a loud moan.
“Ride me,” he said in deep voice, then slapped my butt with one hand.
Grabbing on to his shoulders to brace myself, I began to move up and back down. His eyes had darkened as he watched me. I began to pick up the pace.
“Good girl,” he praised me, running a hand down my back. He leaned in and licked at my right nipple, then bit my left one.
“AH!” I cried.
“Only fucking tits I see,” he said, then slapped at my bottom again. “That’s it. Make me come. I want my load leaking out of you all night. Knowing this is the only pussy that gets my dick.”
“OH GOD!” I shouted as my nails bit into his shoulders and my body shook.
Storm lifted his hips then and began to pump into me harder. The bench scraped against the floor with our frenzied movements.
“FUCK! That’s it! GAH!”
I felt him tense, then shudder as he released inside of me.
“Goddamn,” he hissed as another tremor ran through his body and his arms tightened around me.
I laid my head on his shoulder. “Mmm,” I hummed, completely sated.
“You feel better, baby?” he asked, kissing my head.
“Yes,” I replied.
“I shouldn’t have brought you.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. “I don’t want you coming without me,” I said, frowning.
He grinned and brushed my hair back out of my face. “Jealous?”
“Yes, I am jealous. You love it,” I said with a roll of my eyes.
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Let’s go home.”
“What about the race?”
“We can watch it at the house. With you naked. On my cock.”