Chapter Sixteen
Dominic (Mace)
We pull into the parking lot and Cassie gets out of the car as I ride up behind her.
For a few seconds I wait, watching as she shuts the door and turns to face me.
I can’t read her expression, the whole way here I was expecting her to change her mind, to tell me to fuck off, or that this is a mistake.
Cassie does neither. Even though she can’t see my face through the visor, she arches a challenging brow. No need to fucking ask if I still want this. She moves out of the way as I turn off the bike. Her eyes never leave me as I swing my leg over and stand at my full height.
Her chest is heaving, her tits pushing against that sexy as fuck blouse with the little pearl buttons. Behind her, I’m not surprised to see the place she lives is exclusive and modern and probably costs a fortune to have an apartment here.
I make quick work of taking off my gloves and unclipping the helmet.
Her eyes never leave me as I pull it off and secure it in the saddle bag.
I’m about to ask if she’s sure but fuck that.
Taking her shoulder I lean down as if I’m going to kiss her and I want to, I’ve thought about it all the way here.
Cassie twists her face away as a car door slams somewhere in the distance. She already made it clear she wasn’t going to let me do anything in public. Part of me is pissed at that, then my brain catches up to my cock. I don’t want to fuck her out here either.
“Lead the way,” I take a step back.
We get inside and she calls the elevator.
Her pulse is thumping in her throat as she avoids eye contact, knowing I’m staring at her.
My cock is so hard, it needs relief, the only thing holding me together is knowing I’m going to pound that fucking pussy so hard her neighbors are going to hear what is happening to her.
In the elevator, the tension is so high I can’t fucking take it and as soon as we’re moving, I grab her hand and pull her into me so hard she crashes against my chest. Her head tips back and she looks pissed but I don’t care.
I pull her sexy body against me and take her mouth, shoving my tongue inside, giving her no chance to protest. Not that she does, her hands slide inside my cut and she grabs my waist, the bite of her nails through my T-shirt spurs me on to tip her head back and kiss her even harder.
She doesn’t stop me when I tug up her skirt on one side so I can push my hand underneath, and run it up the silky smooth skin of her thigh, I’m almost at the juncture of her thighs when the bell dings for her floor.
“I’m going to break you in half,” I growl as I step back and drag her out of the elevator.
For once, she’s speechless and that surprises me, not the look on her face though. That’s why she isn’t protesting, she wants that. Her hair is disheveled, and half falling out of the sexy as fuck ponytail she wears so well, her shirt ruffled and her skirt is still caught on her thigh.
If I’m not inside of her in the next two minutes, I’m gonna fucking kill someone.
We round a corner in the hallway and are so focused on each other we don’t see the man outside her apartment right away. But we do stop and stare at him at the same time and Cassie lets out a little gasp.
What the fuck is he doing here?
Handlebar moves away from the wall, his face etched with anger as he runs his eyes over Cassie. I can’t help the smirk, but shit, this is all going to end now. Not even the sight of him has any effect on my straining cock.
“Eli,” she breathes out.
The way she said his name has my head whipping to her. What the fuck is this? They’re staring at each other, something passing between them. Shit, I knew he had a thing for her but there is way more to this than I thought.
Cassie didn’t seem to be worried about him until she saw him, she had no hesitation about driving a fucking long way to get me back here so we could fuck.
“Seriously,” Eli says, his anger rising again as he looks at me. “Him.”
“Yeah, asshole, me. Now get the fuck out of the way.”
His head moves from me to her and back again.
It’s clear when he makes the decision. He goes for me with a snarl.
Putting my arm up, I block the swinging fist and slam my fist into his gut.
It’s rock hard and hurts like hell but I don’t stop when he moves, our bodies clashing as we try to get at one another.
“Stop it!” Cassie shouts. “Right now, stop.”
I’m about to go for his throat when she pushes in between us. Instantly the fight stops, neither one of us wanting to hurt her by mistake.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she hisses, one hand on his chest and one on my stomach as she holds us apart. “You’re acting like fucking children, this is ridiculous.”
The elevator dings again and she turns. In seconds someone will come round that corner. Cassie pulls a key fob from her pocket and opens her door. “Get inside,” she orders us. “Now.”
We comply, almost jostling one another to get in first. She pushes my back to get me inside and slams the door, then turns and glares at the two of us. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more, she is spitting mad and doesn’t know which one of us to lay into first.
Well fuck him, she was coming back here with me. “You can leave,” I tell him.
“Go to fucking hell,” he growls back. “If anyone is leaving, it’s you.”
“Both of you shut the hell up.”
If she didn’t look like she was going to rip both of our dicks off, I’d laugh. Two massive bikers who could tear this whole place apart in minutes and we both stop and turn to her when she yells at us.
“Eli, why are you here?”
Now I do scoff a laugh, under my breath of course, but she hears it and I get nasty but sexy glare for it.
“It doesn’t really matter,” he says.
“It does when you’re getting in between what we were about to do.”
Handlebar’s jaw clenches, but he never takes his eyes off her. Shit, there really is something more going on here. I’m on the verge of being the bigger person and getting the fuck out of here when he turns to me. His expression is different, not quite so mad.
“You brought him back here to fuck him.”
“What gave that away?”
“Mace,” Cassie snaps. “I think that’s obvious, Eli.” Her chin is high, and she’s doing her best to sound as if this isn’t bothering her, but she isn’t fooling either one of us.
He takes a step towards her and I straighten up. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? Cassie’s head tilts back because he towers over her. Suddenly the atmosphere changes, there is a charged energy sparking between the two of them as he stares at her.
Why do I feel like the third fucking wheel now?
“I’m not leaving,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. Cassie’s lips part, and her gaze moves to me.
“Me either,” I throw down the challenge.
“What?” she frowns. “I don’t…” she shakes her head.
Handlebar stops her by gripping the back of her neck and making her look at him. His whole demeanor is changed. It’s not dangerous, not in a bad way but he’s not the mild-mannered southern asshole he usually portrays.
I don’t like the way he is manhandling her either, I’m going to lose my shit if he doesn’t stop.
Handlebar bends forward and tilts her head back even further. It looks like it hurts, and I’m about to tear him away from her when she whimpers. My eyes widen, what the fuck, she enjoyed that? She moans when he lowers his head and sucks the skin of her neck, his other hand gripping her waist.
I’m fucking stunned, is he trying to take her from me right now? He’s whispering something in her ear as he bites down on the lobe and she lets out another moan. I’m frozen but my cock is getting even harder.
Handlebar moves back allowing her, actually his hand is forcing her head my way. Only the fact that she isn’t protesting has me holding my tongue.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“And the other thing?” he says, still watching her, like he’s forgotten I’m here.
“Yes,” she says again.
“What are you two-”
“Shut the fuck up, Mace.”
Before I can say a word, he steps back and swings Cassie ahead of him, her back to his chest. His hand slips around her neck, holding her throat and he issues a challenge to me without a word. Fuck no, he thinks this is happening with him here?
“Cassie,” he says her name sharply without taking his attention of me.
I’m shocked even more when her hands come up and she begins unbuttoning those tiny pearl buttons on her shirt. My eyes drop as she tugs the fabric from her skirt and the shirt parts, revealing a lacy white bra which her tits are straining against, her nipples are hard.
Handlebar brings his other hand up and cups one, squeezing it and pinching her nipple.
My mind is all over the place, caught between watching his hand move from one breast to the other, to his other hand still around her throat.
I don’t fucking share women and my head is telling me to walk the fuck away but my feet are firmly locked in place.
Handlebar lets go of her throat and he pulls her jacket and shirt off.
Cassie doesn’t protest when he unhooks her bra and tugs it off, revealing everything to me.
My heart is practically pounding out of my chest, throbbing in time to the pulse stirring my cock.
Without thought I grab hold of it, squeezing it. Both of their eyes drop to watch.
It’s him I’m watching now. His eyes are heavy with the same lust I’m feeling but there is an edge to it. He’s angry but holding it back. He doesn’t want to do this as much as me but we’re fucking caught in this web Cassie is inadvertently weaving.
He pushes her forward, moving her towards me.
Again, I’m shocked she’s letting him do this, but the more we stand here, the more I get it.
His dominance is turning her on. It reminds me of how she let me clamp her wrists behind her back as I fucked her over that couch.
How she didn’t fight or protest that I was crushing her against it, ramming into her.