Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
WREN
R ob is getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. It may have a small thing to do with me flirting with every single guy in this bar. He’s been steadily texting someone every few minutes all night long. I can only assume that it’s Matteo.
“You need anything, Rob?” I shoot him the same seductive smile I’ve given every other guy in here tonight.
“I need you to cut this shit out,” Rob says through clenched teeth.
“What shit?” I ask innocently, leaning in slightly, giving him a clear view of my tits that are giving an invitation to play.
“That shit!”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” I wink as I flounce away to the guy a few tables down who has been staring at me all night.
I hope he’s reporting every single little move I make back to Matteo. I hope it’s eating at Matteo like it would me if I ever found out he was doing something like this.
“Can I get you anything else?” I ask with a flirtatious smirk, leaning a hip against the edge of his table.
“Are you an option?” the guy asks, trying to laugh it off as a joke, but I would bet everything I’ve made tonight that if I actually said yes, he wouldn’t be laughing anymore.
“No, she fucking isn’t,” a familiar voice whips out behind me.
“Oh, shit,” I hear Delaney say from the bar as the crowd grows silent.
“Hey, this one’s mine, man. There’s plenty of other pussy in here for you.”
I wince as Matteo growls behind me. That definitely wasn’t the right thing to say.
“Take care of him,” Matteo snaps at Rob while he drags me off the floor to the breakroom, slamming the door shut.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he says, voice low, as he prowls towards me.
With every step he takes, I take one backward until my back is flush against the lockers.
“Me?” I point at myself, wide-eyed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? That was a customer!”
“Are you selling that sweet cunt now?” he asks, lip curling.
“Fuck you, Matteo!”
“Fuck me? Rob said you were trying to basically fuck every guy in here tonight! So you definitely weren’t trying to fuck me, Wren,” Matteo says, his tone taking on a sinister edge.
“I was not! It’s called flirting. Maybe if Rob didn’t have a stick lodged so far up his ass, he would actually know the difference and see that I was killing it in tips tonight,” I snap at him.
“Careful, Wren,” Matteo growls. “You’re walking a very thin line here.” I start to snort, but it turns into a gasp as Matteo’s hand roughly cups my pussy. I know he can feel the heat coming through my jeans. “This pussy is mine.” He presses his fingers in, soaking my panties. “And I don’t fucking like other men thinking they can own it even for a night. Do you know why?”
“Because it’s your pussy.” I swallow. His face is only an inch from mine now.
“That’s right,” he says before claiming my mouth.
My mouth opens in surprise, his tongue sliding in and staking its claim. I moan as he takes my tongue between his teeth, biting down slightly as he draws back. “So compliant,” he rumbles. “That’s a good girl.” My hands grip his shoulders to hold me up. This man is so intoxicating that I don’t think I could stand on my own right now. His hand makes quick work of unbuttoning my pants before sliding in and down right to my throbbing clit.
I rip my mouth away and throw my head back, a loud moan escaping at the feeling of him finally touching me where I’ve been fantasizing about. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my face as his finger slides through my slit, running up and down.
“You’re soaked for me, tesoro .” Matteo groans. “You need me in there, baby?” he asks as his thick finger circles my entrance.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my hips twisting, trying to follow his finger.
“Too bad,” Matteo says as he rips his hand out of my pants. “Bad girls get punished. And you, my tesoro , have been a very bad girl.”
“What?” I gape at him in shock.
“Button up and grab your shit. We’re going home,” Matteo calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the breakroom .
“What the fuck are you doing coming out of my breakroom?” I hear Cain ask.
Oh, god.
Can this day get any worse? The last thing I want to deal with when I’m horny as hell is two men throwing their dicks around.
“Don’t worry about it,” I hear Matteo reply.
“Are you fucking with me?” Cain asks, his voice getting slightly lower.
“No, he’s not fucking with you,” I say as I finally come out of the breakroom with my stuff.
“What the fuck?” Cain rushes out, mouth open in shock. His eyes dart between Matteo and me, everything slowly clicking into place. “My office. Now.”
Matteo dramatically sighs as he grabs my hand, practically dragging me behind him as he follows Cain. Matteo pulls out a chair for me to sit in before he takes a seat in the one next to mine.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Matteo?” Cain asks as he rounds his desk, pointing at me. “This is the Wren you had me find?”
I whip my head around to look at Matteo, but his hard gaze is focused on Cain. What does he mean he looked into me?
“How many Wrens do you know?”
“Well, I don’t fucking know! One, I guess,” Cain says as he starts pacing. “Wait.” He stops to look at Matteo again. “You knew it was my Wren the whole time, didn’t you? And you didn’t say anything?”
“She’s mine ,” Matteo growls.
“Did I strike a nerve?” Cain smirks, loving that he’s getting under his skin.
A rumble erupts from Matteo’s chest, making my hand dart out on instinct, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. Cain doesn’t miss the movement.
“I can’t believe you didn’t feel that you could come to me with everything that has been going on,” Cain says to me, looking a little hurt at the thought. “Instead, you went to this fucker.”
“In my defense, I only found out who he was a week ago. This is my first day back!”
“Yeah, first day back from getting your shit rocked. I—” Cain pauses to point at himself, “I should have known about it as soon as it happened.”
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to bother you.” The last thing I wanted to be was a burden to someone else.
“Bother me?” Okay, now he looks offended. “You would never be a bother. You’re part of the DD family. You know that. And you know that comes along with being protected by the club. So yeah, you should have fucking told me. I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“He’s mine,” Matteo growls, drawing Cain’s attention back to him.
Ugh.
“What is Wren to you?” Cain asks in a tone that says Matteo better answer correctly.
“I don’t owe you a fucking explanation.” Matteo doesn’t even flinch under Cain’s hard gaze, which I’ve seen make some men throw up.
“Ignore him. I’m not his, okay? He’s just feeling guilty for dragging me into all of this shit,” I say as I lean back in my seat, trying to break up the tension but failing miserably.
“Say that one more time, and you’re not going to come for a month,” Matteo growls at me.
“Okay.” Cain throws his hands up with a disgusted look on his face. “Now I know how Scotch felt. Get the fuck out of my office. You and I will talk later,” Cain says, looking Matteo dead in the eyes.
Matteo gives Cain a slight nod before grabbing my hand and practically ripping me out of my seat. “Let’s go.”
My steps falter slightly as he drags me out of the office and toward the back door at the end of the hallway.
“Go get him, bitch!” Delaney shouts her approval after me.
I’m starting to think this plan may have backfired.