5. Drake
five
Drake
After I left Cass alone this morning, I spent the rest of the day reaching out to any of my contacts I thought could help, and we could forget about going to the party tonight. Unfortunately, all leads led back to the Sons of Lucifer. The party was unavoidable.
Everyone could tell I was in a bad mood.
They all stayed away from me, which was fine with me—I was itching for a fight.
Instead, I rode into town, bought a black leather cut for Cass, and had the club patches sewn on.
The seamstress who makes the cuts and sews on the patches wasn’t surprised to see me.
We’d been giving her so much business lately that she was prepared for any cut we needed at a moment’s notice.
Standing by my bike in front of the clubhouse, holding it as I wait for Cass to come down so we can go to the party, feels surreal and right at the same time. Until I remember it’s only temporary and Phoebe will be the one wearing my cut after today.
I take a step toward the clubhouse, ready to punch the wall when Cass steps out the front door, looking sexy as hell.
The silver high heels glitter in the setting sun, making her legs look a mile long.
Just picturing those legs wrapped around me has me hard again.
The short, tight black leather shorts have me swallowing hard, and with her long, straight black hair that I want to wrap around my hand, she’s the Siren I call her.
My eyes finally land on the tight, sleeveless black crop top, and I realize, with a groan, it’s a vintage Bon Jovi Slippery When Wet t-shirt.
“Do I look okay for the party?” She spins in a circle, giving me a full view of her outfit and showing how her cheeks peek just below her shorts. Damn, I can’t let her leave my side tonight, or one of the Sons of Lucifer will try to steal her. “I wasn’t sure what to wear.”
“You look amazing.” I step toward her. “But you’re missing something.” I hold up the leather vest, turning it in all directions so she can see my claim on her.
“It’s beautiful.” She runs her hand over the property patch, and my heart races.
“Will you help me put it on?” She turns around, her back to me, and looks over her shoulder.
“Make me your old lady.” Her sultry voice carries on the wind.
I hold the vest up while she slides her arms through the armholes, then gently lift her hair up so it’s on the outside of the vest over one shoulder.
“Perfect.” I bend down to kiss her bare shoulder, then come to my senses and step back. “We should get going.” I take her hand and lead her to my bike, helping her on.
“This is definitely a new experience.” She smiles as she settles herself on the back of my bike. “I’ve never ridden on the back of a bike before.”
“Never? Not even your brother’s?”
“Nope, never rode on the back of a bike or had anyone ride on the back of mine.”
I’m not sure why her confession pleases me, but it does. “I’ve never had anyone on the back of my bike before either.” I swing my leg over the bike and start it.
“Have you ever been on the back of a bike before?” She wraps her arms around my waist and scoots closer, her breath caressing my ear.
“Never.”
“I’ll have to give you a ride before I leave.” Her legs tighten around my hips, leaving me wondering how much instruction Phoebe gave Cass about sex, because I’m not sure whether she’s talking about giving me a ride on the back of her bike or about her riding me.
***
The drive to the Sons of Lucifer’s clubhouse is pure torture—her body wrapped around me for so long has me harder than I’ve ever been.
“We’re here.” I park my bike next to a row of motorcycles, turn it off, swing my leg over the seat, and help Cass stand.
“Don’t be nervous. I got you,” I whisper into her ear, take her hand, and lead her into the clubhouse.
All eyes fall on us when we enter. It’s well known that I never attend parties outside the Steel Souls. Having me here is a bonus for Mad Dog in the eyes of the MC community. It doesn’t take long for him to notice we’re there. He reaches us in no time, declaring the real start of the party.
“Look, everyone. It’s the president of the Steel Souls, Savage.
” The club members eye us suspiciously, while the old ladies look bored.
The Sweet Butts are the most interested, eyeing me up and down.
I’m sure they're thinking Cass won’t participate in tonight’s party game, which would open the door for one of them.
To Cass’s credit, she holds their gaze as she runs her hand over the front of my pants, staking her claim on my cock.
“Damn, your old lady looks like she’s more than ready for our little game.
” Mad Dog licks his lips, and it takes everything in me not to punch him.
“If she doesn’t want to do it with him, I will.” A surprisingly brave or stupid Sweet Butt sways her hips, steps in front of me, and runs her hand over my chest.
“Over my dead body,” Cass snarls, grabbing the Sweet Butt’s wrist and bending it back into an unnatural, painful-looking position. “He’s mine.”
“Let go of me you crazy bitch!” The Sweet Butt screams, twisting her wrist to escape.
“Stay away from him.” Cass releases her wrist with a slight shove, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor.
“Your old lady has some fire in her.” Mad Dog runs his eyes over Cass, licking his lips. “If you ever want to swap, just let me know.”
Knowing one of us needs to keep their cool, I calmly respond, “As you can see she doesn’t share. And neither do I.”
“Good to know. But you’re on my territory now. It’s time to play.” The sneer on his face has me wondering if this is such a good idea.
I squeeze Cass’s hand to get her attention.
With a slight nod, she confirms she wants to stay.
“Lead the way,” I say as Cass and I follow Mad Dog out of the main room and into a smaller, more private one, where about five other guys are seated and women are already on their knees in front of them, waiting for the signal to start.
The Sweet Butt from earlier pushes her way to Mad Dog and kneels before him. “Fine, Trisha,” Mad Dog says with a sigh as he takes a seat. “But I’m not going to take it easy on your mouth tonight.”
With a smug smile, Trisha glances at me, then at Cass. Cass ignores her and takes her place in front of me, but before she can kneel, I pull a throw pillow from the couch and place it on the floor for her to kneel on. “Such a gentleman.” Trisha sneers.
“Ladies you may begin.” Mad Dog says, his eyes never leaving Cass.
A chorus of zippers being pulled down fills the room. But I only have eyes for Cass as she releases me from my pants and underwear.
“Holy shit.” Trisha’s voice fills the room, her eyes locked on my cock. “You’re huge.”
“Trisha, this is your last warning. If you don’t get to sucking my dick soon, I’ll find someone else who will and you can go play with the Prospects.” With a frown, Trisha finishes freeing Mad Dog’s shaft from his pants. I look away, not wanting to visualize anyone but Cass right now.
I shut the world out, if only for a few moments, as I look down and watch Cass take my cock into her warm mouth. I don’t expect the loud groan that comes out of my mouth, but I’ve never had my cock in anyone’s mouth before either. I knew it would be good, but Cass’s mouth is amazing.
She holds my gaze, her head bobbing up and down on my hard length as her eyes water from taking me so deep. I want to thrust into her mouth so badly but not with Mad Dog and Trisha watching. Shifting her hair to the side of her face, I block most of the view from Mad Dog and Trisha.
The obscene sounds in the room grow louder, each man grunting at different times, spilling their cum into the waiting mouths of the women, pleasuring them. Shit, we never talked about Cass swallowing or not. I’ve heard most women don’t like to, and especially if it’s her first time.
I try to pull back out of her mouth, but her hands grip my thighs, and she holds on tight, refusing to let me pull out.
She picks up the pace, her tongue darting out to swirl around the tip, drawing my balls tight, her hair still a curtain around my cock, blocking what she is doing from everyone’s view.
Fighting my orgasm, I try to hold back, but her mouth has other ideas, causing me to thrust deep in her throat and unload into her mouth.
I watch in fascination as she swallows every last drop, her eyes shining up at me as she tucks my shaft back into my jeans.
What in the hell just happened?
“Damn, Savage. I didn’t know you had it in you.” Mad Dog laughs, pushing Trisha off him and tucking himself back into his pants. “I didn’t think you’d go this far to get information on Lord and Raven’s brother, Hawk.”
“You asshole!” I shout, leaping out of my seat, grabbing Mad Dog by the throat and squeezing hard. “You knew what I was here for all along, and you still made us go through with this?”
Two of Mad Dog’s guys grab my arms and pull me off him.
“You know me. I don’t take sides.” He gives Cass an evil grin.
“I’m here for the show, and what a show it was.
I knew who Raven was the moment she walked through the door—every guy here did.
She’s a legend, the frigid biker chick that everyone wants to bang, but she never lets anyone close until you. ”
“I’m going to kill you!” I lurch forward, almost breaking free of their hold, when Mad Dog speaks again.
“No, you’re not. I still have what you need.
” He reaches into the front pocket of his pants and pulls out a flash drive.
“Here. I think you and your little performance deserve this.” His guys let go of my arms as he throws the flash drive at me.
“Now get out of here before I decide I want a private performance from Raven.”
I catch the flash drive in midair and grab Cass’s hand, rushing out of the clubhouse. “Are you okay?” I finally say once we’re outside by my bike.
“I’m fine.” There’s a look in her eyes I can’t define. “Let’s get back to the Steel Souls clubhouse and find out what’s on the flash drive.”
We climb on my bike and race out of the Sons of Lucifer territory in record time.
Cass wraps her arms around me tightly, the vee of her thighs cradling my hips as I feel her rub against me as if searching for relief.
I’ll make sure to make it up to her back at the clubhouse by returning the favor.
Only this time we won’t have an audience.