7. Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
ORA
After the beach, we grab a bite to eat at a nearby sushi restaurant. When we get back on his bike, I assume he’s going to take me home, but instead, we pull up at what I assume is his clubhouse. If he told me we were coming here, I would have refused because I don’t want to run into my father. Yeah, he likely wouldn’t recognize me as his own child, but it’s still a situation I am trying to avoid.
The clubhouse is massive. It’s an older two-story brick house on what looks like a lot of land. There are big electric gates at the front and fencing around the property. I can’t see any other houses—they’ve obviously chosen a place in the middle of fucking nowhere. We stop at the gates, where two men stand guard. When they see War, the gates slide open so we can ride in. War parks the bike and helps me get off, even undoing the clasp on the helmet for me. I notice it’s a new one and fits me perfectly.
“Throwing me in the deep end?” I ask, trying to fix my hair.
War laughs and takes my hand, entwining our fingers. “I thought it would be safer asking for forgiveness than permission.”
“I don’t remember you asking for either,” I mutter, and he turns back to wink at me.
“I might have to, depending on how this goes.”
I’m about to reply when we step through the doors, but instead, I close my mouth and take it all in. We walk through a dimly lit entrance leading to a bar with large, worn leather couches, pool tables, a jukebox, and even a makeshift stage. Two women at the bar are wearing tight tank tops with Serpents of Chaos MC written on them, along with the green snake from their logo. One man I’ve never seen before is sitting at the bar while the twins are playing pool.
Bones sees me first, and he quickly glances down to check my hands. “You didn’t bring me anything?” He puts the cue down and puts his hand over his heart. “I was just craving one of your rolls. You wound me, Ora.”
“She’s not your fucking delivery woman,” War growls out, which makes the man at the bar laugh out loud. He’s got dark hair tied back from his face, a short, well-trimmed beard, and violet eyes. On his cut, he wears a patch that says sergeant at arms.
“And who do we have here,” the man winks, standing up from the stool and offering me his hand. “I’m Lore.”
“Ora.”
“Nice to meet you, darlin’. I can see why you have our VP here all worked up.” He smirks, lifting my hand to his lips to press a kiss. His eyes drop to my breasts and then rise, but he doesn’t appear to be ashamed about having me catch him in the act.
War waits for him to let me go before he slaps the back of his head. “Keep your hands to yourself, Lore. And your eyes off her tits.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to end up like Ghost.” Skull smirks, lifting his chin in my direction.
“Hey, Skull.” I waggle my fingers at him.
His brow furrows. “How the fuck can you tell us apart?”
I grin, but really it’s only by one tiny detail. Bones has this little curl of blond hair that sits on his forehead, while Skull doesn’t. His is all straight. “Can’t give away all my secrets.”
“Do you want something to drink, baby?” War asks, nuzzling my neck. “And should I be concerned you’re so tuned in with the twins? Even I can’t tell them apart, and I’ve known them for a long fucking time.”
“I’ll just have a Coke, please.”
War has nothing to be concerned about with any other man, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Rose.” He nods to the curly-haired brunette at the bar.
She slides me a Coke and a beer for War. “And what did happen to Ghost?”
“War beat the shit out of him in the ring,” Lore fills me in, putting his hands up in submission when War throws him a look that clearly tells him to shut the fuck up.
Lifting the glass to my lips, my eyes lock with his. “Did you now?”
Rose walks around and plants her ass on Lore’s lap, watching me out of the corner of her eye when she thinks no one is looking. There’s curiosity there but also some jealousy.
Has War slept with her?
I then gaze at the pool table, watching the twins while War sits and pulls me onto his lap. “You play?” he asks, nodding toward the table.
“A little,” I lie.
My mother spent most of her life working in bars and restaurants while she was studying to get her engineering degree, and a lot of the time, I had to go along with her. Let’s just say there wasn’t much for me to do to pass the time aside from playing pool and coloring in.
“Let’s play doubles!” Bones calls out, flashing me a rakish grin. “Shotgun Ora!”
“Where’s the loyalty, brother?” Skull replies, but there’s amusement in his tone. “A set of nice tits comes along, and you fucking ditch me?”
“It’s Ora,” Bones replies, like that’s explanation enough. “They’re more than just nice. Look at them! They’re the biggest real tits I’ve ever seen.”
“Uh, thanks?” I laugh.
“ Bones ,” War barks, looking like he wants to kill him. His eyes are narrowed to slits, and a muscle works in his jaw. “Keep your eyes above her neck, or I will cut them out. Yes, they are fucking perfect. No, they aren’t yours.”
“Her face is nice too.” He smirks.
Lore laughs, looking from around Rose. “Looks like our VP might have some competition.”
War lets out an impatient sigh, turning my face to him. I run my fingertips over the dark stubble on his jaw. “I’m going to kill those fuckers,” he whispers, gaze dropping to my lips. “Say the word, and I’ll kick their asses.”
“They’re just playing around.” I grin. The twins have never made me feel unsafe.
“Stop defending them if you want them to keep breathing,” he whispers, making me laugh.
From the corner of my eye, I see Rose dropping to her knees in front of Lore. Oh my God. Is she going to give him head right here in front of everyone?
War follows my line of sight and curses, burying my face against his chest. “Lore, what the fuck did I say?”
Lore lifts his head, his violet eyes flickering. “Oh fuck, right. Easing her in. Go wait for me in my bed, Rose. Naked and on your knees.”
“Yes, Lore,” she replies and rushes off to do as she’s told.
Wow. These men really have it made.
I can only imagine what War has been up to around here, which makes my chest tighten. He hasn’t made me any promises, and I know he’s been with other women after me.
“I had fun with you today,” he says, distracting me as Lore walks off, winking at me as he passes.
“So did I,” I reply, forgetting everyone around us. He kisses me softly, and we ignore the catcalls from the twins. War stands with me and carries me upstairs, walking me down a hallway and turning right at the last door. I quickly look at his bedroom with a king-size bed and black sheets, a huge television on the wall opposite it, and a door that leads to what I’m guessing is an en-suite bathroom. The room is spotless, without clutter, almost like no one lives here. A couch is in the corner, along with a small table and two chairs. The floor-to-ceiling mirrored sliding doors catch my eye.
War shuts the door behind us and grips my waist from behind me. He turns us to face the mirrors, our eyes connecting and holding.
“I’ve wanted you again ever since you left that hotel room,” he rasps, his hands sliding underneath my T-shirt, spreading over my stomach, his thumbs moving to stroke the underside of my breasts. I push my ass back against him, feeling how hard he is through his jeans. He steps back slightly to remove my clothes, and I help him, sliding out of my shoes and jeans. When I’m left in nothing but my black panties, I look at us in the mirror, him fully dressed behind me as he cups my breasts from behind, his lighter, inked skin a contrast against mine. He pinches my nipples, and my head falls back against his hard chest. His lips find my neck, sucking and biting until I’m so turned on and wet for him.
“Please, War,” I beg.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks, sliding his hand inside my panties. “So fucking wet for me, Ora. I want you to be a good girl, get down on your knees, and take my cock out. Can you do that for me?”
He sits on the edge of the bed, and I kneel before him, reaching for the zipper on his jeans. Taking his big cock out and stroking it, he threads his fingers into my hair and cups the back of my head. He moans when I take him deep into my mouth, sliding back up and sucking on his head.
“That’s it, fuck,” he grits out, staring down at me. “Your mouth is perfect. Just like that.”
I keep sucking him, paying attention to his reaction every time I change my technique until I have him right where I want him.
“You want my cum?” he growls out, his voice deep and sexy.
I nod around his length, and he curses as he comes in my mouth. “Take it all, baby.” I swallow every drop and lick him clean, his heated gaze never leaving mine. “That’s my girl.”
War helps me up and lifts me back onto the bed, undressing. “Spread those thighs for me. Show me how wet you are.”
Lifting my knees, I do just that, watching his eyes heat when they see just how fucking slick I am for him. He lays on his stomach, grips my inner thighs, and buries his face in my pussy, licking and sucking me until I lose all control. He swirls his tongue around my clit and slides two fingers inside me, sending me over the edge.
“That’s one,” he counts, then starts to build me up again until I come on his tongue a second time. “Two.”
And then he slides inside me in one smooth stroke and starts to fuck me, his mouth working my nipples. He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, putting a pillow underneath me, lifting my hips, and fucking me from behind. When he pulls me so I’m sitting on his thighs, one hand collars my neck while the other strokes my clit— I think this might be my favorite position.
“War,” I moan, grinding down on him, meeting each hard stroke.
“No one else goes here, do you understand?” he demands, his thrusts becoming more demanding. “This is mine .”
“War—”
“Say it,” he growls out.
“Yes, no one else,” I whisper before I come all over his dick.
“That’s three. Fuck, you are so good to me, baby,” he grits out, joining me with a jerk of his hips and a growling sound that is so fucking hot it has me moaning.
Turning my head to the side, he presses a sweet, gentle kiss against my lips.
As he’s pulling out, he suddenly freezes. “ Fuck . We didn’t use a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“And I got tested last week. I’m clean,” he replies, sliding his fingers into me from behind. I bend forward, resting my head on the bed and giving him a show. His palm comes down my ass, kneading the flesh.
“Fuck, Ora.”
I feel him push his cum back into me when it’s about to drip down my thighs. “I usually always wear a condom. Fuck! Take all of it, baby.”
He starts to stoke my G-spot, then flips me back over and puts his mouth on my clit.
I guess he’s not done counting.