Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
STAR
“I don’t think I should drink. What if the adoption agency rings?” Elsie asks, anxiously staring down at the cocktail in front of her.
“Elsie, it’s a Saturday. It’s not going to happen today. This is the last time you’ll be able to let your hair down before you are knee-deep in diapers, and smelling of baby sick,” I assure her.
She exhales a slow breath and nods. “I do need to relax a little. Scar said he can feel how tense I am.”
My brows furrow. “You mean see how tense you are,” I point out.
“No, he said he can.” She pauses, looking around the crowded bar before leaning in closer to whisper. “He can feel it,” she says, her eyes widening as she points down to her crotch.
“Oh!” I snort. “Really? I mean, what is it? Tighter? Because a tight hoo-ha isn’t a bad thing.”
“Yeah, he isn’t complaining, but he said I am not letting go as I normally would, whatever that means.” She shrugs, sipping more of her drink. “I think I clamp too tight around him or something.”
I stare at her. “Okay, no more drinks for you,” I say, removing the drink from her hand.
“But I’ve only had a sip,” she protests.
“Yeah, well, only one sip and I’m already hearing about your cooch. So maybe it’s a good idea to just stick to a soda,” I state, patting her hand.
She sighs and nods, looking around the bar that is filled with moms, all drinking, all dancing, singing and laughing. I grin to myself.
“Star,” the barman calls. I turn around to face him. “What did you do to cause this?” He gestures, pointing to the women.
“Just reminded them to take a little break.” I grin, raising my drink.
“Well, thanks. I’ve earned more in the last hour than I did all day yesterday.” He grins. “Drinks are on the house for you.” He nods. I raise my drink to him in appreciation.
Elsie and I head over to the booth where the rest of the ol’ ladies are sat drinking and laughing.
“So, how long do you think we’ve got until the guys realise our plan and come to find us?” Rhea asks.
Nova looks down at her watch. “I would say around an hour, maybe two if we are lucky.”
“I’ve already had five text messages from Beast asking me to hurry up. Ripley has shat and leaked out of his diaper, and Raine has puked all down his favourite Metallica T-shirt,” Belle says, turning her cell around to show us. “I kind of feel guilty.” She winces.
“Do not feel guilty. He’s only got to manage for a couple of hours max. He has Queenie there if it gets too much. Plus, you have had to look after them alone while they went on a run,” I remind her.
“Oh, yeah.” She nods, remembering.
“You’re not going to start any trouble though, are you?” Dixie asks.
I give her a look and raise my brow. “Why do you think it would be me starting trouble?” I press.
“Because, Star, you carry knuckle dusters for fuck’s sake.” Maggie sighs, downing the last of her drink before waving her empty glass up in the air to signal a refill.
I press the palm of my hand to my chest and gasp in mock hurt. “I am offended.” Josie snorts a giggle. I flip her off, smiling.
“Just try and not get into a fight,” Alina warns.
“I promise I will not start a fight,” I swear. We continue drinking, laughing and dancing, and as I stand up to go to the toilet, a woman stumbles into me. “Easy,” I say, helping her stand up straight.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” she slurs.
My fist clenches tight at my side, but I take a deep breath. “Enjoy your drinks. Excuse me,” I say as politely as I can through gritted teeth and walk to the bathroom. On my way out, another woman stumbles and spills her drink all over my shoes. She laughs and doesn’t apologise.
Breathe in and breathe out. No fighting today. I mentally calm myself down before heading back to the table.
When I approach, Maggie points over to the entrance, and standing there looking thoroughly pissed off is the Black Hearts MC.
“Well, shit,” I mutter, looking away and ducking slightly.
“Er, Star,” Maggie mutters in a warning tone.
“What?” I hiss.
“Don’t be mad but—” She pauses. “Oh, fucking hell no!” she fumes, jumping to her feet. I turn to look over and see a woman with her arms wrapped around Cash, pressing her body up against him. He’s trying to remove her arms and push her away. The women are swarming them like sex-depraved perverts.
“Ladies!” I yell.
“On it,” Josie says, walking over.
“Rage will hold a bun to their head,” Dixie mutters as she jumps past me. I look over to see a couple of women approach Rage. He’s glaring at them; his face is set in stone with a clear ‘get the fuck back’ look on his face.
“We going to stand around, or are we going to claim our men?” Aline asks, coming to my side.
“Yeah, come on!” Belle chants, clearly a little tipsy.
“I can’t get in any fights. Well, I can, but I can’t get a mark,” Elsie joins in.
Rhea and Nova stand, too. “Come on, Star. You can’t let that stand. I mean, look at that woman. She’s close to touching Ghost’s junk.”
My furious gaze whirls to him, landing on his ice-cold eyes, which collide with mine.
His arms are crossed over his chest, and the corner of his mouth is twitching up in a devilish smile as the woman’s hands roam over his body.
My man’s body! He gives me a playful wink. The fucker wants me to react; to fight.
“Fine, but let it be known that I wasn’t the first to throw a punch,” I state as I reach into my pocket and slide Dusty on over my knuckles.
I grin as I watch Maggie grab the woman by her hair and yank her to the ground.
“Ladies. Time to let these horny fuckers know who these men belong to.” I grin, keeping my eyes on Ghost.
We stride through the bar, pushing anyone that gets in our way to the ground.
As I get closer, I see the woman reach up and try to press her lips to his neck.
Boiling hot rage ignites through my veins.
I jump up onto one of the tables and launch myself at her, rearing my fist back as I fly through the air like a woman possessed.
I collide with the woman and knock her to the floor, but before she has time to get up, I’m straddling her.
“What the hell?! Are you fucking crazy?!” she yells.
I smirk. “You have no fucking idea how crazy I am. Especially when it comes to women touching my man,” I seethe.
She swallows, clearly sobering up. “That’s your man?” she asks, stuttering. I nod yes. “Shit,” she breathes. “I’ve heard about you and the club. I just didn’t put two and two together,” she mumbles, covering her face. I sigh, feeling the anger leaving me. Damn it, why did she have to be decent?
I roll my eyes and remove Dusty. “Fine, I won’t kick your ass, but in the future, maybe keep your hands to yourself and check whether they are with someone else,” I advise. Getting to my feet, I hold out my hand to help her to her feet. She takes it, looking embarrassed.
I look around to see Dixie taking Rage by the hand and leading him away before he explodes and goes nuclear on them all.
Maggie has some woman up by the throat while Cash tries to calm her down.
Hap looks like he’s about to fuck Alina as they exchange quiet words.
Hawk is standing back, smiling while Josie yells and points her finger in some woman’s face.
Rhea is currently holding a woman back by her hair, and Belle has some woman on the floor, her heeled boot pressed against her neck.
Even Elsie has hold of a woman, their arm twisted behind their back as she presses their face to the bar.
I smile at all of them as pride fills my chest.
Suddenly, I feel his arm circle around my waist from behind before his body presses against my back. I sigh and lean my head back, relaxing into him. “Causing trouble every-fucking-where you go,” he says, mirth in his tone before he nips my lobe between his teeth.
I turn around in his arms to face him. “I think you will find that I, in fact, was the level-headed one here today,” I argue.
He smirks, those ice-cold eyes sparkling with amusement. “Somehow I find it hard to believe you were ever level-headed,” he counters, the corners of his mouth tipping up into a smile.
“Well, I was. Do you see me fighting?” I huff, arching my brow in challenge at him.
He runs his tongue slowly along his bottom lip as he smiles down at me. He leans in, his lips brushing delicately against mine. “I think I want to fuck you,” he rasps.
My annoyance dissipates, and a smile curves at my lips. “You think, or you know? Because, Casper, I want a man who is one hundred per cent sure they want me,” I state.
His glacial eyes darken, and his smile evaporates.
“A man? A fucking man?” he growls, and I clench my thighs together in anticipation.
“The only man that will ever want you is me. I am the only fucking man you will ever want to want you,” he threatens in a low growl.
His hand slowly wraps around my neck, giving me a possessive squeeze.
I’m soaked, utterly soaked for this man.
His gaze flares, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.
I push up, gliding my cheek against the rough stubble of his.
“You want me, Casper? Then fuck me,” I whisper into his ear.
He moves fast, taking me by surprise, picking me up.
His hand cups my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist. I trail my lips along his neck, biting and tasting him as his deep, rich scent invades my senses, sending me feral.
I would let him fuck me right here, right now, in front of all these people.
He storms through the bar to a door at the back.
“Hey, you can’t go in there. That’s staff only,” I hear one of the staff complain.
Ghost stops, glares at them, and then kicks the door open. Storming inside, he slams the door shut and strides down the hall to another door that he kicks open. I move my hips against him, needing the friction.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re killing me,” he groans.
He places me down on a seat or something before taking half a step back.
His eyes caress over me, and as I look around, I see we are in the stockroom.
By the time I look back to Ghost, he’s unzipped his jeans and freed his large, thick cock.
His fist slowly pumps it up and down, and I can’t help but salivate looking at it.
“On your knees, darlin’. Let me feel that defiant mouth of yours,” he orders.
I don’t disobey. I don’t want to. I’m on my knees before him, replacing his hand with mine, looking up at him through my lashes as I take the tip of him in my mouth, teasing him and taking him slowly.
His jaw is gritted so tight, it’s close to snapping.
I grin internally as I take him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
He lets out a deep groan. “Fuck, I love it when that fucking mouth of yours is full of my cock.”
I move my head, sucking up and down his length. He firmly gathers my hair in his fist, guiding me, thrusting his hips, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes stream. Dominating me, controlling me. Fuck, I adore this man. He swiftly withdraws.
“Get to your feet and turn around,” he orders.
I stand and turn my back to him. He reaches round, unfastening my jeans and roughly yanking them along with my thong down my legs.
He kicks my feet apart, spreading my legs before he pushes me until I’m bending over with my hands braced on the table.
“I can see even in this dim light just how fucking wet you are for me.”
“Just fuck me already!” I snap, desperate for a release. Needing him to touch me, fill me.
He lets out a low chuckle. “I ain’t fucking you yet, darlin’. I want to taste you first.”
“Then do it. I need… Oh fuck!” I cry out as I feel his mouth between my legs, his tongue tasting every part of me. The need in me builds as he fucks me with his tongue. My hands are gripping hard onto the side of the table as the pleasure builds deep within me. “Ghost, I need,” I pant.
He moves, withdrawing his tongue instantly. I don’t have time to complain at the loss of contact before he is slamming his cock deep inside me. I cry out at the sudden fullness before he stills.
“Fuck,” he grits out. I grin and rotate my hips. His hands tighten on me, keeping me from moving.
I look over my shoulder at him. “You going to fuck me like I need, or am I going to have to find myself another man to do it properly?” I goad, knowing those words are like a red flag to a bull.
His hands grip my hips so tight, and I know they will leave marks.
He slams his hips back before thrusting back inside me, so hard the table beneath me moves.
“Fuck!” I cry out. He doesn’t let up as he pounds into me at a relentless pace.
He grabs me by my elbows and yanks me up, forcing me to arch my back, still slamming into me.
“You belong to me. You are mine,” he growls in my ear. “Say it,” he demands.
“I’m yours. Only yours!” I pant as my orgasm begins to build.
Suddenly the door opens, light beaming on us from the hallway. A guy stands there stunned, his jaw almost hitting the floor, but Ghost doesn’t stop fucking me.
“Either come in and watch or fuck off!” I yell. “Oh god!” I moan.
“Take your fucking eyes off my wife! Fuck off now, or I will end you,” Ghost barks. The guy shits himself and runs off, slamming the door shut behind him. “Fuck, you better cum for me, darlin’, because I’m about to explode in that tight little cunt of yours,” he demands, his voice a low gravel.
He thrusts over and over again, and like lighting a fuse, my orgasm sparks deep within me. My walls clamp around him as pleasure cascades through me. “Oh, shit,” I cry out.
“Thank fuck.” Ghost lets out a deep guttural groan as he slams himself inside me one last time, filling me with his seed. “Fuck,” he pants.
I flop on the table, unable to hold myself upright, my body utterly spent. He pulls out of me, placing soft kisses along my back as he pulls my thong and jeans back up, dressing me.
He helps me stand before he turns me in his arms. His hands cup my face as he presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly, lovingly. “Mine. You will always be mine.”
A soft smile plays on my lips. “And you, Casper, are mine.”