Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Eli (Handlebar)
The noise they’re making is driving me to insanity. I’ve always liked to take the lead in the bedroom, giving orders and having them obeyed is a huge turn on for me. I never thought Mace would do it. It goes against everything he stands for and deep inside, behind the lust and desire, he’s angry.
This probably won’t end well but right now, I don’t care. Cassie takes all of me as I thrust up. She grinds down, pushing onto me and against his mouth. I can feel the heat of him every time she rises and falls.
It’s an odd sensation but I focus on her tightness, her body sliding up and down mine. When she turns her head and kisses me, I forget all about the man licking and sucking her as we worship her body from both sides.
I’ve no idea what we’re going to say to each other after this, I’m not sure any of us understands, given how much animosity there is between us. Whatever it is, it’s fueling Mace to go harder, sucking on her clit, he’s being careful not to dip inside and touch my dick.
We both reach for her tits at the same time and it jolts us a moment, putting us off our stride.
He bats my hand away and Cassie makes a noise of annoyance, so I grab her other tit and manipulate and tease her nipple. It’s getting harder to hold back, especially when Cassie makes that noise that means she is about to come again.
Her moans get louder, so I raise my hand and clamp it over her mouth. There is only a wall between us and Mace’s men and I’m sure he doesn’t want them to know what we’re doing.
“Oh, yes, oh God, don’t stop.” Her voice is muffled and her breath hot against my palm, but she keeps telling us what to do and we oblige.
She may be the one submitting between us but she’s the one in control.
I fuck up into her, letting the moment take me over, letting the situation, where we are and what it means afterwards all disappear into the sensation of losing control. Giving her everything, a climax rips through me, making me clamp my lips tight together so I don’t roar.
Before I’ve even finished, Cassie is lifted off my lap and Mace spins around laying her down on the table.
I watch, one hand on my chest, my heart pounding so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out from behind my ribcage.
Mace pushes back inside her and fucks her hard until they both come again.
He falls over her, one palm pressed against the tabletop to prevent him crushing her.
The room goes quiet and none of us move. I don’t know what is happening here, but I’m not mad about it. Cassie has always been different to other women, she struggles with her emotions and doesn’t want to admit that she feels something.
I have to accept that this is probably the only way I am going to have her. For now.
Mace steps back, pulling his jeans up over his hips. I shove my cock back inside my pants and zip up then gather Cassie’s clothes while he helps her off the table.
We have a lot to discuss, not only about what happened here.
Hearing Marshall is dead momentarily slipped my mind but now it’s all I can think about. It changes things. Whether Mace believes it or not.
“I need to clean up,” Cassie says when I hand her the clothes.
Her cheeks are flushed and her hair in disarray. Not to mention what is going on all over her thighs. Jesus that’s fucking sexy.
“There’s a bathroom-” Mace starts but cuts himself off when he looks at her, a scowl forming.
I pick up my T-shirt and pull it over her head, her face popping out of the neck hole staring at me in surprise. The click of the door lock catches her attention and the door slams behind Mace as he leaves the room. Her brow creases and I reach up to smooth it out.
“He’s not mad at you,” I reassure her.
Her head snaps back to me as we hear Mace shouting for everyone to get out. Their clubhouse is by no means on the scale of the one in Sussex, but it’s not tiny either and there were at least eight or nine people out there when we came through.
“Is he kicking everyone out?”
“Sounds like,” I sweep some hair back over her shoulder. Her throat works as she swallows. “You okay?”
Her lips press together and she nods.
“We need to talk about this. It’s happened enough that we can’t sweep it under the rug again. Unless that is what you want?” I give her a way out of it. As much as I need to know what she thinks about all of this, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.
Mace comes back in before she can answer, he watches us standing close together, a slight narrowing of his eyes. I’m not sure what to make of him. He says he doesn’t want any strings, and this doesn’t mean anything, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re practically blazing with jealousy.
His restraint is impressive, when he looks like he wants to drag me away from Cassie and probably beat the crap out of me. There is no way he can get away from what we did, he enjoyed it, and he submitted to me again. Probably why he’s so pissed.
“Bathroom is this way, no one is out there now,” he holds the door open for her.
Cassie gathers her things and follows him out. I hear her tell him she’s got it, stopping him in his tracks, then the click of a door. He really did kick them all out, it’s deathly silent out there. I’m not expecting him to come back but he walks inside, his body filling up the whole doorframe.
“She rode in on your bike,” he says in a low voice.
I’d like to tell him it means what he thinks. Cassie wouldn’t want me to lie.
“We had to, to make the people we were seeing trust us. It wasn’t planned,” I add.
If he didn’t want to show the relief at my words, he failed, fucking miserably and I smirk at him.
“Fuck off,” he grunts. He stays by the door keeping an eye on the room beyond it.
“You thought I claimed her.”
“What would I care if you did?”
“You tell me,” I shrug, nonchalant but my gut twists. “If you did, and went ahead with that, it says more about you than me.”
“Who shares their old lady?”
“She isn’t mine,” I grit out. His brow arches because he fucking knows it’s what I want. Would I share her if she was? It’s pointless thinking that. Cassie will never be anyone’s old lady.
“What the fuck is happening?” He mutters to himself.
“Isn’t it obvious?” When he doesn’t answer, I go on. “We both want her.”
“And she’s made it clear she doesn’t want either of us.”
“Is that what this is?” I nod at the table. His eyes go there too. His nostrils flare at the small wet patch. “Cassie wouldn’t let us if she didn’t want it.”
“That’s the thing though. It. Not us.”
“You seem salty about that, Mace.”
“Stop trying to fucking analyze me, Handlebar,” he snaps. “This isn’t an after intimacy therapy session. We all fucked. Again. And I…” he shakes his head. “I don’t know how to deal with that. Do you? I’ve seen the way you look at her. Fuck, I even wanted to get under your skin about it,” he adds.
The dynamic between me and him is different to when it’s the three of us. We don’t like each other and we’re jealous when the other does something with her. Yet, we’re capable of dealing with it if all three of us are involved.
What does that say going forward? We meet up and fuck? We explore it? Maybe it becomes more? How the hell does that even work?
“You’re as confused as I am,” Mace says, another frown marring his brow.
“Join the club,” Cassie appears behind him. He moves aside and clamps his mouth shut, letting her back in the room. She’s dressed and doesn’t look recently fucked anymore which is a pity. “This is messy as hell, but Eli is right, we need to figure it out.”
She heard us, Cassie doesn’t miss a trick.
“We need to get it out of the way before we figure out what to do with our other issue,” she heads around the table and takes a seat.
I smirk again, knowing who’s seat it is. We both turn to Mace. He has an odd look on his face, but he doesn’t ask her to get up. That’s telling. Following her lead I drag over the chair I was sitting in when she rode me, and lean one elbow on the table. It takes a minute till Mace joins us.
We are spaced apart, in another, less sexy triangle. Shit, I have got to stop thinking like that.
“We are adults, we can talk about this,” she clears her throat. “And what happens going forward.”
“What are you saying, sweetheart?”
Cassie chews on her lower lip and takes a moment to articulate what she wants to say.
Mace is watching, fighting with himself like a dumb ass.
To be fair, I’m not particularly enamored at the thought of sharing the woman I’ve got strong feelings about.
After today, the way I feel about her has only solidified in my head, and to a lesser more nerve-wracking extent, my heart.
She didn’t press me too hard, even after hearing those truths about my past. Cassie has a heart, even if she will never admit it.
“I’m not averse to continuing,” she says, a rosy hue darkens her cheeks.
“You want us to keep fucking? All three of us?”
“Do you have to put it like that?” she asks Mace.
“It’s a big deal, Cassie. I’m not… I don’t…”
Who’d have thought the big bad president would get tongue-tied, I fight to keep the smile off my face.
“I don’t think any of us thought this was where things were going to go,” she says.
“But here we are. And I’m not afraid to say I like it.
I enjoy it. And unless I’m completely oblivious, you did too,” she looks at him, then me.
“And maybe,” her brow puckers. We wait her out.
“It’s a way for me to open up, and accept something more. ”
“You think the three of us can be in some kind of relationship?” Mace gets up again, he starts pacing, tension clear through his jaw, shoulders, all the way down to his clenched fists.
“None of us want a relationship. Hell, you run away from him anytime he tries to get near and maybe you’ve fooled a lot of other people but I see it.
I see how you look at each other. So what does that make me, the spare dick in the equation? ”