Chapter 6
Anika
We look hot as hell. The skin-tight dress that Ellie has on shows off her curves. I opted for a little black dress that hugs my body in ways that should be illegal. I’m not one to boast about my body, but I do keep in shape, and right now I’m grateful for that.
“I don’t know about this,” Ellie says as we walk closer to the clubhouse. I can feel the music pulsing from here.
“It’s fine. We can leave anytime,” I tell her.
“Yeah, right. You’re not leaving until tomorrow morning when he kicks you out of his bed,” she tells me, causing me to laugh.
“It’ll be fun. Just relax.”
“Will is on standby if shit goes south,” she tells me.
I nod my head. Will is one of her best friends who also happens to be a cop in a few cities over.
Not that he stays within the law, I know he doesn’t.
He’s as shady as the rest of them, but it’s also good to know that he has our back if we need it.
“Good. We’ll be fine then,” I tell her once more.
We walk the rest of the way to the clubhouse and up to the door. There’s a small line to get in, and it almost makes me laugh. It’s like a goddamn club.
When it’s our turn, the man standing at the door eyes us up and down.
“Couldn’t hide a weapon in those dresses if you wanted to,” he says, taking us in.
“Why would we want to?” I ask.
“You wouldn’t. Go ahead,” he says, nodding toward the door. And just like that, we’re in.
We walk in, and I take it all in. Half-naked girls dance around the room, guys talk, laugh, and drink. Some are making out with the girls, some straight up fucking them in the corner. Ellie grabs my arm and nods toward one corner where a girl is getting fucked while another guy is down her throat.
“Hot damn.”
“Don’t tell me you like that,” she says over the music.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I admit to her.
“Just look for Patch,” she says, reminding me of why we’re here. We make our way around the club, but I don’t see him anywhere, so we head over to the bar and grab a few drinks.
Ellie leads me across the room and against a back wall, where we stand and take in the scene.
“This is insane,” she says.
“It’s more than I thought it would be.”
“It’s crazy. There are so many people, how are you going to find him?”
I shrug my shoulders because she’s right. There are so many people in here that it’s going to be hard to find him. There are so many people, and despite this being such a big place, it is filled to the max.
We stand in the back against the wall for a little while when one of the guys asks me to dance. I figure what the hell, it can’t hurt.
I follow him to the middle of the room, and his hands land on my hips.
The bass is pumping through the speakers as we move to the beat.
It doesn’t take long for me to get into the song.
He doesn’t say anything, just keeps dancing when I feel hands slide around my waist. I feel the warmth of a hard body behind me, but I don’t bother to turn and look to see who it is. I don’t really care.
The three of us dance like this, closer than before, when the music changes. I sway my hips when lips come down on my neck.
“You’re lookin’ for me,” he says, and I know that voice. It’s Patch.
“Maybe,” I say loud enough he can hear me. Then everything changes. He spins me to face him, his hands gripping my face a little harder than is comfortable.
“What the hell do you want? Why are you lookin’ for me?” Anger dances in his eyes, and everything I thought I was going to say or do has gone to shit.
“I had fun last night.”
“And that’s the reason you found out where I’d be?”
“I heard it was open to the public.”
“Sounds a little like stalkin’, sweetheart.”
“Maybe I am.”
“You’re not very good at it,” he tells me.
“Why not?”
“I could smell that pussy of yours when I walked through the door. So fuckin’ turned on and wanton. My boy do that for you?” Instantly, my cheeks heat. Did I fuck up by coming here? He doesn’t look too happy to see me.
“We were dancing.”
“I could see that. His hands on you make you horny?”
“I …”
“You what? You horny now?”
“Yes,” I say softly, although he heard me.
He smirks at me and nods his head before pulling my body against his.
The next thing I know, he’s tapping on his boy's shoulder and nodding toward the hallway at the back. I swallow hard, not knowing what’s going to happen.
I should walk away, but I can’t. I need to do this.
I need this. I need to get closer to him to find out what I need to know.
Instead of fighting it, I go along with him. I should be nervous having his friend following us, but for some stupid reason, I’m not.
Patch opens the door and ushers me inside when I see it’s a bedroom. Is this his room?
“You wanted my boy,” he says as the door closes behind the three of us.
“Not really. I was looking for you,” I tell him truthfully.
“Is that why his hands were all over you?”
“I was just dancing.”
“Tide, was that just dancin’?” Patch asks the other man.
“She had her ass in my hands, brother.”
“That’s what I thought too. That didn’t seem like just a dance, and I didn’t see you lookin’ for me.”
“I … I was.”
“What is it you wanted when you were lookin’ for me, darlin’?”
“You. I wanted you.”
“And you found my boy instead. You wanna have some fun?” he asks. My mouth goes dry, but I know what I need to do to get close enough to him for information.
“Always,” I purr. Patch nods his head before walking closer to me. He pulls me toward him and kisses me roughly. His tongue slides against mine, taking what he wants. I feel another set of hands gripping my hips, and I almost pull away, but Patch doesn’t let me.
He finally pulls back and motions to his friend toward the bed. Tide, that’s what Patch had called him, moves away from me and climbs on the bed. I watch him sit on the edge and slowly take his clothes off as my eyes shoot to Patch.
“You wanna have fun, yeah?” Patch asks as he looks at me.
“With you,” I tell him. He smirks at me and pulls his jeans down before kicking off his boots. When he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, he walks over and sits in the chair next to the bed. His friend is already naked, his hard cock in his hand as he strokes it.
“He’s not gonna fuck you,” Patch says. Tide whips his head around to look at Patch as I stand here so confused.
“What the fuck?” Tide asks.
“You ain’t fuckin’ her, Tide. You’re gonna eat that pussy for her, though,” he tells him. I’m still in shock at his words when he nods toward me. I know he wants me to take off my clothes, but I didn’t plan on this.
“I didn’t come here for him,” I remind him.
“And I said you’re gonna take off your clothes, Anika.” The way he says my name sends a chill down my spine. “You want me? Let him eat your pussy.” Chills wrap around me before I slowly slip out of my dress. I start to take off my heels when Patch shakes his head.
“No. Leave those on.” I look down at myself before walking to the bed.
Tide takes my hand and helps me on, laying me down.
Then he moves between my legs and pulls my panties down.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I look over at Patch.
He strokes his cock as he watches Tide lean down between my legs.
I think about telling him to stop. I think about leaving, but I can’t.
The look in Patch’s eyes is too tempting.
“Let him lick you, Anika.” His demand sends heat to my core, and I slowly part my legs for Tide.
He lowers himself between my parted thighs and runs a finger through the wetness he finds.
I roll my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I need it the most. Then his tongue swirls around my clit before lowering.
He dips his tongue inside me, and I almost leap off the bed.
His hand comes to rest on my stomach, keeping me in place.
“Let him eat you, Anika,” Patch growls louder this time.
I turn my head to look at him, wondering why he’d want his friend to do this and not himself.
It doesn’t make sense, but the more I watch him, the hotter I get.
Tide is working my pussy over, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Patch. He strokes his cock as our eyes lock.
“You want me?” he asks. I nod my head, but he doesn’t make a move to get up or come closer.
“Good girl,” he says huskily. My clit is throbbing with the need for more as Patch keeps his eyes locked with mine.
His strokes become faster, but then he stops and stands from the chair.
He walks over and climbs on the bed next to my head, caressing my cheek.
His cock is inches from my mouth, and all I want to do is take him in.
“Please,” I whimper as I buck my hips. I need to come, I need to feel Patch inside me.
But that’s not what I get either. Tide moves his tongue over my clit, and I feel myself getting hotter by the second.
Patch gets to his knees and strokes his cock faster.
My breathing comes out in pants when I feel it.
My high crests and I explode as Tide laps at me.
I’m gasping for air when Patch shoves his cock between my lips.
I eagerly take him and suck him into my mouth.
He thrusts a few times before he pulls out and climbs between my legs.
I didn’t even notice that Tide had moved to take Patch’s seat on the chair.
Before I know what’s happening, my legs are lifted over Patch’s shoulders, and he’s thrusting into me.
I scream his name and reach up, grabbing at his back.
My nails dig into him, no doubt leaving marks on him.
He takes me hard and fast, and before I know it, I’m falling apart one more time.
It doesn’t take long for Patch to find his release, too.
He grunts and growls as he fills me full of him.
He lowers my legs but doesn’t pull out of me.
He rests himself over me and kisses my neck softly.
Once he catches his breath, he pulls out and rolls onto his side next to me.
Tide must have left at some point because he isn’t in the chair when I glance over.
“What was that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Couldn’t you have licked my pussy for me?”
“I could have, but you have my boy all riled up,” he says as if it’s nothing.
“So you don’t mind sharing?”
“You don’t belong to me.” His words hit hard. I know I don’t belong to him, but his words still stung.