11. Rebel
REBEL
“You got a job or someone waiting for you at home?” Riptide asks Melody when we get back down to the common room. “It might take a few days to sort this shit out.”
“I sent my boss a message this morning to let him know I need a few days off. And no, not really at home. I lived with my mom, but she died last year, so it’s just me in the house now.
It would be nice to go home and grab some of my stuff, take out the trash so it’s not too gross, that kind of thing, but nobody’s going to call the cops and report me missing.
” She stops, frowning a little in consideration.
“I’ve never really thought about it but I don’t know how long it would take before someone even noticed I was gone.
I live too far out of town for anyone to notice if the house starts looking rough.
My dad maybe? But he sometimes drops off the face of the earth for months. Is that sad?”
“It’s different for us,” I explain. “This can be a risky life, so we’re expected to keep an eye on each other.
It’s one of the reasons we end up living and working with the same couple brothers even though it’s a big fucking club.
If Rip or Mad Dog fell off the grid, I’d probably notice something was wrong in less than a day. ”
Mad Dog nods. “The whole club works like a team, but we’ve got well over a hundred people coming in and out of here on the regular and nobody’s taking attendance, you know? When new guys join up, they get thrown together until they settle into a team who can get along and work well together.”
“Working in teams makes it easier on everyone. We don’t have to wonder who we’re working with all the time, and the officers can give us assignments that work for our specific strengths.
” I put my hands around her waist and tug her into my chest. Her hair smells like vanilla, and it makes me want to bury my nose in it while I bend her over something.
“How about we stop talking about practical bullshit and have a good time before the next fucking shoe drops.”
Because if life has taught me anything, it’s that there’s always another fucking shoe, and it’s usually aimed at my head.
“Okay, fine. What do you guys do for fun around here?” Melody asks.
The three of us look at each other, and then at her.
She rolls her eyes. “If anyone says me, I’m going back to Emily’s.”
“Are you really?” I growl softly next to her ear.
She shivers, but I don’t think it's in fear. “Maybe. Ask me again later.”
“How about pool? You any good?” Mad Dog asks.
“It’s been a while since I played.” There’s a sparkle in her eye that I like the look of.
“Let’s fix that.” I sweep her off her feet, ignoring her squeak of outrage, and carry her to the table all the way in the corner. “Rip, grab a few beers.”
“It’s not even noon,” Melody says with a laugh, squirming enough that I put a hand on her ass to hold her still.
“Definitely noon somewhere,” Riptide calls out from behind the bar.
“The clubhouse is like an airport,” Mad Dog explains. “Time doesn’t mean shit in here unless you’re on duty.”
I softly deposit her onto a nearby couch and fish out the balls, racking them up while Mad Dog grabs the cues. He hands one to Melody. By the time Riptide comes over, we’re ready.
“Teams?” he suggests. “I’ll play with Melody and you two can keep each other company.”
“Why do you get her?” Mad Dog grumbles.
“Because I called it first. You snooze, you lose.”
She drops the little backpack she uses as a purse on the couch and strikes a sassy pose, cue in one hand and the other on her hip. “Boys, there’s enough of me to go around.”
“You sure about that? Things got cut off a little early last night,” Mad Dog points out.
Riptide grins, real fucking smug. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Shithead.” I grab a cue from Mad Dog and swing it lazily at him.
He dodges with a laugh.
“Why don’t you break, baby,” Mad Dog says.
Melody looks so fucking good. T-shirt showing off the breasts I want to get my hands on again, and jeans hugging her hips just right.
It’s not a shock that she’s fucking beautiful, or that she has a bit of an attitude.
The first I knew from the moment I saw her after the race, and the second is a requirement for dealing with assholes like us.
What I am surprised by is how much I like seeing her here, in our space.
It feels right in spite of what got her here.
If I get my hands on the fuckers who hurt her, it’s going to be a fun time. For me that is.
We all watch as she puts down the white ball and leans over the table. Her hair hangs down, skimming the felt as she pulls the cue back and takes her shot. It’s a good break, balls are sent bouncing in all directions. A solid goes in.
“Solids,” I call.
She nods.
The game goes back and forth. None of us are pool sharks, but it becomes clear very quickly that Melody knows her way around a table. She’s a little rusty, but after a few shots, her technique starts to improve. I can’t have that.
Next time she’s up, I slide in behind her. “Here, let me help.”
“With what? Riptide and I are winning.” Her big brown eyes look up at me. In this light, I can see flecks of blue and green.
“Exactly.” I slide my hands down her arms, cradling her over the pool table. “Just close your eyes and feel the angle.” My “help” sends the white ball bouncing harmlessly off the side.
She twists in my arms. “I could’ve had that sh—”
My kiss cuts her argument off. Melody’s not overly short, maybe five-five, but that still makes her quite a bit shorter than us. I boost her onto the side where it’s easier to get access to her sweet lips.
“That’s cheating,” she gasps when I pull back.
“Honey, look around. Is this where you think you should come to play fair?”
I trace the line of a scrape on her neck, memorizing the small hurt before kissing it. Melody’s head tilts back, giving me better access. She moans as I cup a breast through her shirt. Her cheeks are flushed.
“A—anyone could see.” Her objection sounds a little hollow.
“Is that a no?”
She shakes her head. Perfect.
“Then we gotta be quick.”
I motion to Mad Dog to join me. “Sorry, Rip. Your turn to sit out. Keep watch for us, ‘k?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes, but shifts so he can see all the doors into the common area.
The rest of us move to a nearby couch that’s facing away from the room and toward the pool tables.
That way if someone does come in, at least we’ll have some cover.
Not that I give a shit who sees my dick, but I don’t want Melody exposed any more than she’s comfortable with.
A little nervous is fun, too much is just a fucking buzzkill.
“I wanna fuck your thighs,” I growl into her ear as I work open my jeans and push them down far enough to pull out my cock. I’m already half-hard, and a few good tugs do the rest of the job.
Melody’s pupils are blown wide with lust, her eyes locked on what I’m doing, but she hesitates. “What do I do?”
“Here.” Mad Dog gives her a quick kiss before helping her to pull her jeans down to just above her knees. He spins her away from me. “Bend over, honey.”
She whimpers, but obeys. The view is fucking incredible. Her pussy peeks out from between soft thighs, begging me to touch. I suck a finger into my mouth and then slick it through her folds. She’s already soaking wet. Perfect.
Melody gasps and nearly topples over, but Mad Dog is there to catch her before I grab her by the hips and pull her closer.
I slide down so I can lean back a little more as I lower her onto my cock, legs tight together.
It’s an awkward position, but hot as fuck.
The feeling of my dick pushing between her thighs combined with the wet heat of her slick pussy makes the squeeze so much better.
“Oooh!” Her breath catches as the head of my cock brushes her clit and breaks through the top of her thighs.
Mad Dog cups the front of his jeans, watching. Waiting.
I hold her by the hips and slowly start to thrust. “Play with yourself,” I whisper. “I wanna feel you grind on my cock and come all over me.”
Melody nods. She reaches one hand back and grabs my shoulder to brace herself while her other hand slips between her legs.
Every thrust is a combination of tight, wet thighs, the intense heat of her pussy, and the brush of her fingers as she works her clit.
We’re connected but not, using each other in a frantic race to the finish.
“I want…” Melody looks up at Mad Dog.
“What, baby?” he asks, already opening his jeans. “Do you want a taste?”
Her eyes drop to his hands as he pulls himself free, right in front of her. She nods.
Mad Dog spits in his hand and strokes his cock, bringing it to her lips. “That’s right, good girl,” he groans as she opens and he gives her the head to suck on while he jerks off.
It goes too fucking fast. The sight of her sucking his cock while my dick’s buried between her thighs and she’s bouncing in my fucking lap is a deadly combo. “I’m gonna fucking come,” I bite out, holding on for just a few more seconds working her hips faster.
Melody whines, mouth full of cock.
My balls pull tight and I come just as her ass hits my legs. Cum splashes over her shirt and slides down her hand and all over the two of us. Already slick, everything gets twice as messy, and the extra lubrication from my still-twitching cock is enough to help her over the edge.
“Oooh, ooh shit,” she pants. “I—shit—” Her back arches, and I hold her tight to me as she shakes apart.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful.”
Mad Dog groans. He takes her chin, and she opens her mouth for him. It’s over quick. He comes on her tongue, swearing like a fucking sailor and slumping forward, hand on the back of the couch next to me.
Melody licks her lips and lets out a raspy laugh. “That was…”
“Incoming!” Riptide calls. “Heads up. Or down. Or whatever. Away maybe.”
“Shit, next time we need our own fucking room,” I grumble. “I want to fucking bask in the motherfucking afterglow for ten goddamned seconds. Is that too much to ask?”
Melody bursts into laughter. “I have a suggestion.”
Mad Dog buckles his belt. “What’s that?”
“Do you think we could do a little road trip? I could really use some more clothes if I’m going to be here for a few days, and I do have a whole house to myself.”