Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Cassie
Walking into the clubhouse with drenched panties and Ripper's hand on my lower back, I'm off my game. I'm kick ass at making friends, and right now is when I need that skill the most.
It's frustrating that my mind is back at the house conjuring up what the other three men are doing. I want to know how long it takes for Koa to let Maddy into his ass. Do they use toys?
A high pitch squeal yanks me from my horny thoughts as the door bangs closed behind us. Feminine voices threaten to burst my eardrums, and the final one is way too close.
"Oh my god!!"
The last thing I hear before I'm being murdered by bouncing boobs and the scent of hairspray and sex is Ripper cursing. Thin arms come around my shoulders as a woman buries her face in my neck, then another set wraps around my stomach from behind as another woman bounces up and down excitedly.
"You have to tell us everything!"
"Seriously, like all of it!"
"How did you get them wrapped around your pretty pinky?!"
"Alright, ladies, break it up!" Ripper's booming demand frees me from the tangled mess of hair and soft skin.
His calloused hand reaching for me between the group of women is a welcome rescue.
Once he pulls me out of the circle of perfume, I suck in a greedy, mildly shaky breath. What the hell just happened?
"That was something," I mutter, puffing the hair off my face. Finally recentered, I take in the six stunning women staring at me with wide smiles. One even bounces on her toes. She's cute. "Hi."
They all start talking at once with far more excitement than my ears can handle. I don't think I hide my flinch or cringe very well because my stalker immediately fixes the problem.
"Quiet!" Ripper snaps, putting his hands over my ears until I can't hear anything.
As his hands pull away, I hear varying murmurs of awww and so sweet. "Maybe we introduce ourselves? I'm Cassie."
"We know! You're with the presidents! How did you manage to lock them down? They've never once looked at us club girls before. Always lost in each other or work! Honestly, we were beginning to question if they were actually bisexual."
"Kimmy," one of the brunette girls gasps at the bouncing one. "You can't say shit like that."
"Oh," Kimmy looks contrite but not afraid as she tucks her white-blonde hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Ripper."
Ripper grunts. When I peek back at him over my shoulder, I only see a smidgen of amusement on his handsome face. Interesting. She definitely crossed some boundaries that I've heard would get people into some serious trouble at an MC club. The Shadows keep surprising me...
"So, are they good in bed?" a girl with a black bob asks, grinning wildly.
A laugh bursts from me, but my fun ends when Jake rushes over and shoos the girls away. "Sexy vultures they are," he huffs, immediately enveloping me in a bear hug.
"Ripper don't," I warn as the energy at my back shifts into possessive mode. I swing my leg back and collide with Ripper's calf as I squeeze Jake tight. "He's like the brother I never had."
"And I'm actually not bisexual, so calm down. Unless you want a hug, big guy?" Jake flirts shamelessly while backing our hug up into Ripper.
"Jake," I sigh and pry myself away from his big bear hug. "Don't touch or I might start growling."
A few whistles shoot into the air, making me smile at the audience I didn't realize we had. At least twenty people, men and women all in different states of undress, stare back at me. A deep voice shouts, "A redhead with claws?! Come here, beauty queen!"
The growl that comes from Ripper makes me and Jake laugh. Sooo different than I thought this place would be.
"Has everyone lost their damn minds?!" Ripper shouts, dragging me into his front with a hand on my tummy. "She's mine. No fucking touching either of us. And before I start punching teeth out, somebody get my woman a drink."
"Boss, yes, boss!" a woman salutes at the bar. Jake winks at me and heads that way too.
Ripper continues muttering curses about people not respecting him as he walks us toward the bar. I'm more surprised about the lack of violence and rage in the room than the fact that sweet, bouncy Kimmy is getting fucked from behind right beside the stool Ripper leads me to.
This makes sense to me. Plus it's hot as fuck.
Ripper stays standing but moves to my other side. The puff of his breath on my neck when he bends to whisper in my ear makes me shiver. "Hmm, I wonder how turned on you are."
Jake chooses that moment to lean over the bar, his face within a foot of ours. "I'm sure she's very turned on, but can you please let me talk to my friend?"
"Jake, I'm fucking serious—"
Uh oh. "Ripper—"
He cuts me off with a warning squeeze on the back of my neck. "No, Pet. Just because they see my woman on my arm doesn't mean shit changes. I'm still their president and require some damn respect."
Jake's teasing smile shutters a bit, but not enough to make me worry for him. I knew he was pushing Ripper's limits, and I've only known my dangerous stalker for a few days. It doesn't take a genius to know not to get in the way of how these men run their club.
Unless he hurts Jake or one of the ladies...things would definitely change then.
"Apologies," Jake says with a curt nod.
Chewing on the inside of my lip, I breathe in the scent of sex and smoke while I wait for Ripper to say something. On my other side, it sounds like Kimmy is about to get her happy ending, so yay.
I hold back a chuckle and relax a little when Ripper nods. Clapping my hands, I smile up at the man who still hasn't let me go. "Great! So may I pretty please, with a cherry on top, talk to Jake without you glaring at him? Sir."
Before I know what's happening, Ripper has me off the stool and on the bar top with my legs spread obscenely wide to fit his large frame. The hand that was on the back of my neck now cages my throat tight enough to show me just how in control this dominant man he really is.
He bends until his long, wavy black hair tickles my cheeks. "You're asking for a punishment, Pet. But sure. In just a second," he whispers, shifting around a bit to make me curious. Except when a dark grin stretches his lips, I try to squash my curiosity.
It feels like it's just us in the room as he slides his free hand up my thigh. "You're going to be a good girl, right? Let me do whatever I want while you talk to your...friend?"
No words come out because he goes from touching my thigh to tugging my panties aside in a flash.
Something cold and far softer than his rough fingers twirls around my clit and reaches lower to press into my pussy.
I'm so wet from literally the entire evening; there's no resistance.
If anything, my cunt sucks him and the device deeper.
The entire fucking time he slowly fucks me with the toy, he holds eye contact with me.
"Ripper," I whisper-moan, then immediately pout when his hand pulls away and leaves the toy inside of me. More. I need more.
He licks his bottom lip and something audible clicks between us. "What did I tell you to call me?" he asks at the same time a low thrum of vibrations makes the walls of my pussy convulse.
"Oh fuck," I hiss, grappling for purchase on his shoulders. "Ripley!"
"Good Kitty. Now," he says and pulls away, turning the vibrations off with another click. "Go have fun with Jake."
He saunters off with a bright red remote in his hand, basically fucking showcasing that he's going to torture me the entire time I'm talking to another man. Clever stalker.
A thunk beside my hips makes me snap my knees shut just in time before Jake sees something I really don't need him to.
"Alright, let's talk about Friday night game time because I desperately need you to come hang out with me while everyone else plays poker.
It's boring as shit, but it's family night, so we're required to go. "
"Well let's see," I drawl and grab the beer beside me. "I got a group hug from all the club girls, a free drink, watched some hot sex, got some action myself, and you weren't hurt for being an ass...I'm totally coming back here obviously!"
Our combined laughter is interrupted by a wave of desperate arousal as the vibrator bursts to life again. Yeah...I'll take more of this.