CHAPTER 24 #2
“I’m not going to let Bolt’s Sex on the Beach trauma go to waste. I’m going to finish my drink and then we can go,” I tell him.
Titus pouts, but he still nods. After he kisses me again, this time the contact softer and sweeter, he slaps my ass when I turn to walk back toward the bar. I look at him over my shoulder, but I don’t bother to even muster up a fake glare. Why would I when I’m floating on cloud nine right now?
The moment I’m close enough, the women pull me into their arms and start fussing over me. They look at the ring and let out delighted sounds.
It is gorgeous. And huge.
I already know I’ll never take it off.
The lightness of the moment settles, and a sense of peace coats the room. Which is when Playboy chooses to lean against the bar and sneer at Lara. My lips part, but I’m not fast enough to cut him off.
“What are you even doing here? You’re not club and you never will be. We value loyalty and family here, you know nothing about either of those things,” his words are venomous and my eyes widen while Lola chortles as she drapes herself over Playboy.
I step forward, but Titus is there at my back with a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I look up at him, and he shakes his head subtly.
I’m about to argue, but he leans down and whispers in my ear, “She’s got this, you don’t need to defend her and if Playboy wants to keep putting his foot in his mouth, then it’s a lesson he needs to learn on his own.”
I hate it, but I know he’s right.
“Listen, I realize that you’ve already formed an opinion about me,” she sneers at Playboy, “but this isn’t grade school. Grow the fuck up. If you have something to say,” her gaze swings to Lola, “either of you, then grow a pair and say it to my face without all the veiled bullshit.”
The silence in the room is deafening as everyone holds their breath.
Playboy is the enforcer for the club, but Lara doesn’t seem afraid of him at all.
When neither one says anything fast enough, Lara huffs and looks at them with pure disdain. “That’s what I thought. You want to whisper behind people’s backs, not caring about the truth when you do, but then don’t know how to deal with being called out because you’re being an asshole.”
Lara shakes her head and looks at Playboy like he’s only wasted potential. She doesn’t spare him another word, and something hardens in his expression.
She moves toward me and I pull her into a hug, but she pulls away quickly. I let her go only because the last thing I want to do is make things worse.
“Thank you for inviting me.” She directs the words at me and when I meet her gaze, I can see the unshed tears in her eyes.
“I’m so glad you’re okay and at home, Ryker.
You gave Ezra a big scare.” She offers him a smile, but there’s a sadness there that makes my heart clench.
“You have a wonderful family here. It’s obvious you value loyalty, but I would caution anyone if that makes you blind to the truth.
Loyalty can be a weapon, just as much as a virtue. ”
Lara casts a withering look at Playboy. That one look holds so much weight within it. Then she turns and walks out of the clubhouse with her head held high. She doesn’t look back.
“Whatever,” Playboy huffs like he doesn’t give a shit.
Lola coos something in his ear I can’t quite hear, but whatever it is has his eyes flashing in triumph. I grimace and then look up at Titus to find him watching the byplay between Lola and Playboy with shuttered eyes.
I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I also know this isn’t my problem to get involved in. Lara has never said anything about it, but I’ll be there for her if she ever wants to.
Titus lifts me up into his arms and I yelp in surprise, but the sound turns into laughter as I wrap my arms around his neck. We don’t look back as he carries me out of the room and toward our room in the clubhouse.
We haven’t spent a lot of time in this room, choosing to spend our time at the house, but with how turned on I’ve been all night, I’m glad we don’t have to go far.
The clothes go flying and then Titus sits with his back against the headboard as he uses his grip on my bare hips to put me right where he wants me.
I know I should grab a condom, but the ring on my finger catches the light and I’m sinking down his length without one.
“Fuck, Teach,” Titus grits out through his teeth. “Your pussy is scorching hot.”
He doesn’t ask me if I’m sure about going bare. He doesn’t even question it.
His eyes just glint with possessiveness while his grip on my body tightens. I ride him, hard and fast, needing to come because it feels like he’s been toying with me for hours.
Our bodies, slicked with sweat, slap together as he thrusts upward to meet my movements. My head tilts back when he sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth and bites down.
It’s all I need to detonate and my muscles lock up while I scream, “Titus.”
“That’s right,” his voice is strained. “Let everyone hear how you fall apart for me.”
With a few more thrusts, my body goes boneless just as he roars out his own release. I feel the warmth of his cum filling me and a sense of satisfaction thrums through my veins. While we’re both panting, my head comes down to rest on his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around me tightly.
“Next time, you’re putting the cut back on,” his voice is a warning rumble which makes me smile against his skin.
“You’re the Prez,” I tease him.
He smacks my ass and rolls us. He’s still hard inside of me and the way his gray eyes glint tells me he’s nowhere near done with me. Not yet.
I have a feeling he won’t ever be done with me, which is perfect as far as I’m concerned. I’ll never be done with him either.