Chapter 18
SKULL
I’m confused as all fuck.
I don’t want to fucking share yet, then why am I hard after seeing her sitting on Bones’ lap, touching his chest, and handling him like that, telling him what to do?
And when she told him not to touch another woman tonight?
Holy fuck.
I almost came in my fucking pants.
“You going to boss me around, little spitfire? I like this side of you. I’ll even play for tonight. But we all know who is in control,” I rasp, nibbling her earlobe. “And it’s not you. You want something tonight, don’t you? Tell me what it is. Don’t hold back, keep being brave for me, baby.”
“I want you to share me with Bones, however you want, on your terms. For one night,” she replies in a low tone. “You decide how that looks. You make the rules.”
Fuck. Where did this woman come from?
“You ever done anything like this before?” I ask, satisfaction filling me when she shakes her head. “And what if I want him to fuck you?”
“Then I’ll let him. If I feel uncomfortable at any time, I’ll let you know.”
Collaring her throat, I look into her eyes, reading them. “I don’t want you to do this because you think it’s what I want. Before tonight, I never planned on letting him ever touch you.”
“We need this. I want it. I want to know what it’s like, just once.”
“Fuck, Isla,” I growl, tugging her bottom lip down and kissing her hungrily. “We’re going to go back downstairs and enjoy the rest of the night. If you want this, you’re going to only drink water or coffee from now on, okay?”
She nods.
“I see you with another alcoholic drink, and it’s all off,” I warn her.
“Yes, Sir,” she sasses, standing up and pulling my hand. “Come on, let’s go. I was having the best night with the girls.”
I love that she fits in so well with them, but I wonder if she knows just how important it is. The brothers will all be watching, and when I claim her at the table, none of them will be opposed.
And I am going to claim her.
She leads me back downstairs, stopping for a few kisses along the way. I want her now, so fucking badly, but I know that waiting until the end of the night is going to make it even better.
Especially now that Bones can’t touch anyone, either.
This game is hot as fuck.
And unlike anything Bones and I have played around with before.
With my hand on her nape, I give her one last possessive kiss before she goes back to the women, and I turn toward the pool tables, where I see Bones playing with Omen.
Janet is standing next to him but not touching him.
“You all good?” Prez asks, coming up to me.
“Yeah.” I grin, thinking about how I’m going to end my night.
He studies me with a smirk. “You know what? I don’t even want to fucking know.”
“It’s best you don’t.” I laugh.
“You claiming her?”
“Yeah, I am.”
I just know that she’s mine. I’ve known it since the moment I saw her. And if anyone else said that to me, I’d think they were insane.
“Good man,” he rumbles, eyes on Ora and War dancing together in their own world. “She’s happy, isn’t she? She loves him.”
“Yeah, and he loves her. She could have done a lot worse,” I tease.
He crosses his arms, bracing his feet apart. “I missed out on so much. I never got to see her grow up, and now she’s married with a kid.”
“You get to see him grow up, though. You get to be a grandfather.”
That makes him smile. “Yeah, you’re right. It all worked out in the end. My daughter is happy. My VP is happy.” He scans the room. “The whole fucking club is celebrating in their honor.”
We watch as Lore comes up and steals Ora from War, twirling her around and making her laugh. War looks like he wants to deck Lore, but stops himself, watching her enjoy herself instead.
“Fucker is taken and still stealing old ladies,” Prez mutters, making me laugh.
Candy, one of the strippers from Club Cobra, walks up to Prez and touches his arm. “You want me tonight?”
He leans down to her ear, and I only hear his words. “Head up to my room and wait for me. I want you naked, bent over with your ass in the air. You know how I like it.”
She nods and leaves to do as she’s told.
Prez used to fuck anything with tits before Ora appeared. Now he keeps things a lot more private. I don’t see him fucking around in any of the common rooms anymore.
“Candy, huh?” I tease, and he runs his hand over his beard.
“Whenever I feel like her.” He shrugs, clapping me on the shoulder. “Time for me to say goodnight. I want a hard fuck and a good night’s sleep.”
When I see Isla storming across to Bones, I follow her with my eyes.
Lore comes to stand next to me, taking in the scene. “Is she fucking both of you?”
I don’t answer. We both watch as she gets in between Bones and Janet, who was trying to get him to fuck her, and places her hand on his chest possessively.
“Oh yeah, she’s fucking you both,” Lore continues.
“It’s not like that,” I reply.
It’s complicated.
Yet at the same time, it’s all so fucking simple.
She’s mine. And she’s trusting me to give her what she needs.
Bones throws his head back and laughs at something she says, then wraps his arm around her.
Surprisingly, I’m not jealous. I like that they are creating a bond with each other. To be honest, they need to because Bones is a part of me.
“Skull!” Bones calls out, amusement all over his face. “Come and grab your woman, she’s a fucking menace!”
Laughing, I walk over to her and pull her away from him. “I was just saving him! She wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“I don’t think Bones needed saving from club pussy, baby,” I tease, and she huffs.
As the night wears on, everyone starts to head to their beds, usually not alone. War and Ora left just after Prez did. But it’s Ghost picking up Xanthe and carrying her out while she yelled at him that was the highlight of the night.
“Will Xanthe be okay?” Isla asks as she watches them head upstairs.
“Ghost won’t hurt her.”
“He hurt her when he let Daisy suck his dick,” she blurts out, making me almost choke.
“Who the fuck told you that?” I ask, scowling. “She’s been here one night, and she knows all the fucking gossip.”
“You didn’t even tell me your baby mama was a club girl.” She rolls her eyes.
“Because it doesn’t matter. She’s not here. The condom must have broken when we fucked her, we didn’t go inside her bare. You’re the only woman I’ve done that with,” I promise her.
“Good,” she whispers, looking toward the pole room with a curious expression. She turns to Bones. “I told you, you’re not touching another woman tonight.”
“I kept my hands and my mouth to myself,” Bones replies, raking his gaze over her. “You want to go into the pole room?”
“There are stripper poles in there?” she asks, and we nod.
“It’s kind of the communal fuck room these days,” Bones warns, tying his hair back with a leather band.
“Is anyone in there now?”
“Let’s go see,” I suggest, taking her hand. The more she accepts the way the clubhouse runs, the easier it will be on all of us. She has nothing to worry about. I’m not going to touch another woman now that I’ve chosen to make her mine.
She sipped on water for the rest of the night, and I know that she’s sober now.
Whatever happens with the rest of the night is up to her and how she responds. When we step into the room, it’s dark, with only the stripper poles lit on their podiums.
Suit is the only one in here, his white shirt open, his tie loosely hanging around his neck. Rose is on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks on his cock. I glance around, expecting to see Angel, but Suit is alone.
Suit’s slate-gray eyes land on Isla, and he smirks, watching her. “You want to come and sit next to me, little nurse? You can get a closer view.”
She gasps, staring up at me with wide eyes. “You don’t like watching, little spitfire?”
“Have you fucked her?” she asks, and I share a look with my brother, who simply smirks.
Asshole.
“Then I don’t want you watching,” she growls, making Bones laugh. She drags me out of the room, only for us to find that everyone has left the bar.
The tension suddenly builds, and both Bones and I are staring at her like a hunter with their prey. She walks over to the bar, and my eyes follow her ass, watching it twitch with each step.
“You drank water all night,” I point out.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” she replies over her shoulder, sitting at the bar and pouring three shots. “But I think we could all use this.”
She’s not wrong.
We cheer and swallow it, and then she turns to us, one at a time. “So how do you usually do this?”
My brother and I share a look.
Fuck.