Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SKEETER
Having Rory here playing bartender had been a mistake. Letting her go home to change into shorts was also a mistake.
She didn’t look like the crew whores, their asses were hanging out the back of their shorts and skirts, while their tits spilled out over their tight shirts. Rory was just wearing normal denim shorts and a red tank top, but holy shit it looked good.
My eyes flicked over to her for the millionth time from where I stood by the cage monitoring the fights. Her shorts were snug and making me want to tear them off with my damn teeth.
I turned my attention back to the cage to try and focus, but my eyes would slide right back to her a few minutes later.
She was serving beer, irritation crossing her face when the drunk guy kept rambling to her while blatantly staring at her chest, but I couldn’t walk away from the cage until after the fights were done.
Her being here was pissing a lot of my guys off, so if I stormed over and started beating on the guy, it would give them even more reason to want her gone.
Thankfully, Diesel must have got tired of letting her handle it and stepped in, not even seeming to say anything before walking around the bar and dragging the guy off the stool to toss him outside.
He walked back inside alone after a second, giving me a nod when he saw me watching.
I was glad she had a few people looking out for her in here, that was for sure.
There were multiple times through the evening that Slash approached the bar to check in, and I fucking hated it. There had to be a reason for his sudden change of heart, but I couldn’t put my damn finger on it.
His mask was up now, but in the office earlier he’d been relaxed like he had been at the gun range.
At some point the bar had gotten quiet, so Diesel shooed Rory away so she could watch the fights better, my heart beating faster when she walked towards me.
I tried to shake the familiar feeling, knowing it hadn’t ended well the last time, but I couldn’t help it as I tucked her against my side and pressed a kiss to her neck.
“That guy give you trouble?” I asked over the music as the fight continued.
“D kicked him out. His knuckles are red, so I dare say he punched the guy too,” she said dryly, her arm sliding inside my leather jacket to circle my waist. “Are you fighting tonight?”
“You want me to?” I asked with a grin, her pretty blue eyes darkening with interest.
“You’re hot when you’re fighting. I wouldn’t be mad about it.”
“Pay attention,” Slash bit out as he pushed past us into the cage, dragging one of the guys off the other. I saw a knife on the ground and sighed, knowing I shouldn’t have gotten distracted.
“I’m going to head outside for a cigarette,” she winced, knowing she’d distracted me.
“The office. I don’t want you wandering around out there alone, okay?”
She nodded and slipped away, my attention being able to remain on the cage now that she was safely in the office, and I rolled my eyes when Slash stalked out of the cage and leaned in to talk.
“Don’t fucking let her in there alone. We have—”
“I’m sure you’ll go and keep her out of trouble,” I said dryly, looking over the clipboard for the next few rounds. “Do you think I could fit in a fight?”
“Against who?”
“I don’t know yet,” I hummed, not surprised when he grumbled and stalked back to the office, slamming the door behind him.
Rory spent the rest of the evening moving from the office, to the bar, to the cage, then back to the office, and I wasn’t surprised when Caden and his boys arrived.
I was just climbing into the cage to fight when I saw them wander in, motioning to them that she was by the cage down front.
At least someone would be with her so I could focus.
The guy I was fighting was a regular here, and he was a decent fighter. He’d never given us trouble, and he was ballsy enough to fight me, so he was alright in my book.
Slash announced the fight and people went wild, my fist reaching out to bump knuckles with my opponent.
We started slow, testing each other and seeing who’d make the first move. We’d seen each other fight plenty, so it wasn’t like we needed to figure out the other’s patterns or moves.
He threw a punch at my face and I dodged, managing to get him in the kidney before my other fist connected with his chin. People cheered as we started going punch for punch, and the one time I looked over at Rory, she was practically climbing the cage to get closer.
I’d bet money on her pussy dripping for me, knowing I was going to rail the hell out of her when I was done.
Tyler was right beside her, screaming at me to win as he smacked his palm against the cage enthusiastically. All the guys seemed pretty invested in watching the fight, but I was pretty sure Lukas was zoned out. Either that or he really liked my fucking abs or something.
He wasn’t even blinking.
My next hit to the guy’s head made him stumble, his hand going up in surrender, and I halted my attack since he was one of the good guys here.
Anyone else I would’ve kept beating until they were a bloodied mess on the floor.
We bumped knuckles on the way out, people clapping my shoulder as I walked, but all I could see was Rory.
Her pupils were blown, her body trembling with need, and I wasted no time dragging her into the office and slamming my mouth against hers.
Her hands pushed at my shorts as I removed the gun from the back of hers before unbuttoning them, placing the gun on the desk and lifting her butt onto it. She pulled me closer and I stepped between her thighs as I kissed her like she was the air I needed to breathe.
Removing the rest of her clothes would’ve been wasting time, so I slid a hand between us and pushed two fingers inside her to feel how wet she was, a gasp leaving her.
She didn’t need a warm-up, she was soaked as expected, so I lined my cock up with her pussy and pushed inside, my hand going to her throat as her pulse hammered against my fingertips.
I needed more. No matter how hard I fucked her, I could never get deep enough.
She groaned, my hand tightening as I felt the vibrations from it, and I didn’t slow down when she whimpered.
“Skeet, fuck. Cut me. Please.”
I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to harden anymore, but her needy voice demanding I mark her?
Pure heat shot to my damn balls.
She always seemed to have her knife down her bra, so I released her throat to find it, flicking it open once it was in my grip.
I hadn’t cut her since we were in Rosevale, the mood was never right when the others were around, but I definitely wanted to right now.
Things went flying off my desk as I shoved them off with my arm and pushed her back down onto it, dragging her ass off the edge of the desk more as I pounded her.
The moment I started dragging that blade across the top of her breast, she came so damn hard I almost had to stop to hold her down.
Blood dripped down her side to soak her tank, and I ran the blade across the skin below the cut a second time, making her cry out. I dropped the knife beside her and grabbed both her hips, slamming into her until I filled her pussy with cum.
My chest heaved as I slowed, trying to suck in cool air as I stared down at her. She reached a hand up to press against my sweaty chest, her expression still heated.
“I needed that,” she panted, and I took her hand from my chest and kissed her knuckles.
“Me too, baby girl.”
I became aware of eyes on us, glancing over to find Slash leaning back in his seat with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
Rory noticed too, and her pussy clenched as she sucked in a sharp breath.
Did she like him watching us? Usually, I liked to sit back and watch, but there was something about claiming her in front of him that made my cock start to harden again.
“If you two keep fucking in my office, one of you are going to be getting on your knees for me,” he murmured, his eyes on Rory.
I didn’t like the look in her eyes as she watched him right back. It was as if she was considering asking him to fucking join in.
I grabbed her chin between my fingers and glared down at her, thrusting into her once.
“Why the fuck are you looking at him like that?”
“I—”
“You’re mine,” I snapped, starting to fuck her as she tried to wriggle away from me. “Don’t fucking move, Aurora. You want him to watch me pound your tight cunt? To show him I own you?”
“You don’t fucking own me,” she threw back, some of the fire returning to her eyes.
“No?” I scoffed, releasing her chin so I could lift one of her legs over my shoulder, fucking her deeper. A curse left her, her head rolling to the side to look at Slash again, and I growled as I took her throat in my hand and squeezed. “Look at me!”
My grip only tightened when she came with a scream, fucking her until she could barely keep her eyes open.
Then, I pulled out and jerked myself, coming all over her thighs and shirt.
“Feel better, caveman?” Slash drawled, getting to his feet to stretch.
He could claim he didn’t think she was attractive, but the tent in his pants proved otherwise.
“Immensely,” I answered, stepping back and putting Rory’s leg down. She didn’t move, panting and blinking moisture from her eyes.
I’d choked her a little too hard, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“You think a bit of your cum will stop me?” he joked, moving closer and making me scowl as I tried to find something to clean her up with so I could cover her.
“She wouldn’t touch you.”
“Sure,” he chuckled, grabbing a cloth from the medical box and handing it to her.
She hesitated before cleaning herself up, getting to her feet, and fixing her shorts.
“I can’t walk out of here with my shirt like this,” she said with a huff, noticing the cum stains on the red material.
“I’ll get one of the guys to give you their hoodie or something,” I stated, making Slash snort.
“Good idea. Dress her up in another man’s clothes. That will really show all the horny guys out there how much you own her.”