Chapter Nineteen
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I LEANED AGAINST the bar, my arm draped lazily around Fiona’s shoulders as she sat beside me, her soft laughter cutting through the noise. We were talking with Horse, Mystic, and Devil, shooting the shit like it was just any other night, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her. There was something different tonight, something deeper between us that hadn’t been there before.
Maybe it was because of last night, or maybe it was the fact that I’d decided to stop fighting whatever the hell this thing between us was. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, not when she laughed, not when she smiled. I’ll be fucked if it didn’t feel my chest tightening right along with my cock, because being with Fiona had been next level sex. At my age, I thought I had experienced all there was to feel with sex, but fuck me, last night proved that wrong.
Horse was in the middle of telling a story from the good ole days, something about a run-in with a rival club back in the day when, according to him, men weren’t a bunch of pussies. Fiona leaned into me, her head resting against my chest as she listened, her eyes sparkling from the light over the bar.
“You should’ve seen it,” Horse was saying, his gravelly voice booming over the music. “I swear, Devil here had just got his patch, thought he was hot shit and tried to take the guy’s head off with a single swing.”
Devil, standing just off to the side with his arms crossed, smirked. “Yeah, and then I had to haul your ass out of there before they turned us both into roadkill.”
We all laughed, and I felt Fiona shift against me, her hand brushing lightly against my leg. That simple touch sent a spark through me, and suddenly, I couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore. All I could think about was her, about pulling her away from the crowd and having her all to myself—back in my bed—my head between her thighs, my tongue in her pussy.
Oral sex wasn’t something that I’ve indulged in over the years, and I fucking missed it. But there wasn’t a chance in hell my tongue was touching a sweet butts pussy. Once you’ve seen your brother’s dick go there, your tongue pretty much goes on a pussy strike.
I glanced down at her, catching her eye. “You wanna dance?” A compromise for my dick that wanted the last option.
Fiona looked up at me, a little surprised, but then she smiled, nodding. “Sure.”
Without waiting for another word, I stood and took her hand, pulling her gently toward the small, makeshift dance floor in the corner of the room. It wasn’t much—just a cleared-out space where a few couples swayed to the slower part of the playlist that had finally kicked in. It was a far cry from anything fancy, but it didn’t matter. Not to me.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as we started to sway to the music. The feel of her body against mine was enough to drown out everything else.
Her arms slid up around my neck, her fingers playing lightly with my hair as she leaned into me. Her cheek rested against my chest, and I felt her sigh softly, like she was letting go of something she’d been holding onto for too long.
We moved together, slow and easy, like we’d been doing this forever. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d danced like this, let alone with someone who made me feel like everything outside of this moment didn’t matter. The club, the rival MCs, all of it just faded away, leaving only her.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head, the strawberry scent of her hair filling my senses, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t just drifting through life and I could have everything that I had been telling myself I couldn’t.
But the peace didn’t last long in my mind.
From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Jenny, standing near the bar with a couple of other sweet butts. She wasn’t laughing or smiling like she usually did. No, her eyes were locked on me and Fiona, and the look she was giving us could’ve burned holes through steel.
Jealousy radiated off her like a heatwave, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She’d been trying to get my attention for weeks now and seeing me wrapped up with Fiona like this? It wasn’t sitting well.
My sponsor for the club, old Rollie, always said a jealous bitch is one of the worst dangers a man can face, and he would know. One of the sweet butts stabbed him one night, almost killed him over his affection for another lady.
I ignored her, keeping my focus on Fiona, pulling her closer as we moved to the music. But I could feel Jenny’s eyes on us, could sense the jealousy crackling through the air. I would have to deal with this, and soon. The sweet butts signed contracts with the club, and they had to break the stipulations to be kicked out. Jenny hadn’t yet broken one, but it was coming.
Fiona must’ve sensed it too, because she glanced up at me, her brow furrowing slightly. “Everything okay?”
I gave her a small smile, leaning down to kiss her lips. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.”
She looked like she didn’t quite believe me, but she didn’t press it, just leaned back into my chest, letting the music carry us. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jenny was going to be a problem.
I could already see the wheels turning in her head, the jealousy building as she watched us dance. This wasn’t going to end here, and I worried how it could affect Fiona.
But for now, I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this moment. Not Jenny, not the club, not anything. Fiona was in my arms, and that was all I needed. “Let’s go back to my room,” I whispered in her ear, before nipping it with my teeth.
“Lead the way,” she whispered back, taking my hand as I led us back to my room, where I locked the door and ordered, “Strip.” I leaned back against the door and watched with a wicked smile as she pulled her clothes off. I stayed by the door, my eyes going over her and chuckling when her nipples hardened under my gaze.
“What about you?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t I get to watch you?”
“Fair’s fair,” I conceded, pushing myself off the door.
With a tantalizing slowness, I took off my cut and lifted my t-shirt over my head. I could see her eyes tracking my every movement, and it was all I could do not to break out into a triumphant grin. Fiona was hot for me, and I’ll bet her pussy was wet as fuck.
Once my shirt lay discarded at my feet, I started to work on my jeans before pausing. “You’re lookin’ a little feral. Promise not to attack me,” I teased.
“I make no such promises,” she quipped back breathlessly, her gaze never straying from mine. The anticipation hung in the air between us like electricity, sparking and charging the space with an energy that lent an almost unearthly glow to everything around us.
As I stood before her, my cock hard and ready for a taste of her, she looked up at me with hooded eyes full of desire. The way her gaze roamed over my body had my heart beating so goddamned fast. She fucking wanted me like her last breath and that knowledge had me panting because it was so fucking real.
Fiona licked her lips, coming toward me, and my cock wept in anticipation.
She slowly dropped to her knees, her hands running up my thighs with a feather-light touch that sent a shiver through me. I gasped as she gripped my rock-hard cock, her fingers wrapping around the base with just the right amount of pressure.
Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. I tangled my fingers in her hair, ready to guide her movements as she began to stroke me with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I never expected Fiona to be so sexual after James, but I wasn’t fucking complaining.
I could feel my breath hitching in my chest as she picked up the pace, her hand sliding up and down my shaft, while her mouth sucked the tip and her lips glided along my length. She looked up at me with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to fuck her mouth, and I gently pushed her head downwards, and she eagerly complied, taking me into her warm, wet mouth. I would let her be in control this time and resist the urge to take over.
The sensation was indescribable. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock, teasing and tormenting me. I let out a moan, my fingers tightening in her hair.
She took me deeper, her lips wrapping around me as she began to bob her head up and down. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
She pulled back slightly, gasping for breath, before diving back in. She was relentless, her mouth working me over with a fervor that left me breathless.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with the need to cum. She must have sensed it too, because she picked up the pace even more, her tongue working furiously as she took me deeper and deeper.
With a final, guttural moan, I exploded into her mouth, my body convulsing with the force of my release. She continued to suck and lick me until every last drop was gone, then looked up at me with a satisfied smirk.
I pushed her back onto the bed and growled, “I want a taste of that pussy.” As my head disappeared into heaven’s gates.