“Finn,” I moan his name in response, holding him tighter. I chant his name over and over while he keeps filling me; the room echoes with sounds of our bodies coming together. My orgasm builds low in my belly, the sensation building and building. “Don’t stop, Finn. I’m so close.”
His eyes flash with need, desire, and love. “Nothing could stop me from making you come, Win. I want it. I want to feel this sweet little pussy grip me tight and take my cum.” He growls, his hand sliding between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles. “Come for me, Daisy.”
Finn’s lips crash down on mine right as my release spirals out. My body bows and shatters, my inner muscles flutter and spasm around him. His hands come up to cradle my face while he kisses me, his mouth demanding and furious like he needs to keep us locked together, breathing each other's air in order to taste my orgasm.
“Yes, oh, Finn,” I breathe out, and a groan rumbles from his chest in response. Finn thrusts into me harder, faster, chasing his own pleasure. He leans into me, his face on my neck, sucking the sensitive skin while he thrusts into me one final time before shuddering in my hold after finding his own release. His cock pulses inside of me, filling me with warmth, and a soft whimper escapes my lips at the sensation.
“Mine,” he says, his head dropping to my shoulder and pressing a kiss there. He’s breathing heavily, and his muscles tremble from the strain of keeping his weight off me. “You’re all mine, Winnie. I love you.”
He pulls back, and our eyes connect. I run my hands over his face, tracing the scar on his cheek, and pushing his hair off his forehead. My heart beats wildly in my chest, calling out to him. I nod, letting him claim me. I want to be his, always. “I love you too.”
Finn places a kiss on my forehead before slowly pulling out of my body. “Hold still,” he tells me before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom. The sink turns on, and a few seconds later, he’s back with a washcloth. Tenderly, he cleans between my legs and wipes at the spot on the sheets. We both laugh, and I get up to use the bathroom once he’s done. After I grab his t-shirt, I rejoin him in bed, yawning the whole time now that my body is relaxed and boneless. Finn chuckles at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He tucks my body into his, his arms holding me tight, and I’ve never felt safer than I do with him. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to close. I snuggle deeper into him, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath me.
“Sleep good, Win. I’ve got you.”
Chapter 9
Winnie, 1 year later
“Girl, your ass looks hot in those shorts!” Ruby screeches when she sees me. I feel my cheeks pinken, and I do a little twirl to give her the full effect. Seeing her eyes widen and her jaw drop is the icing on the cake for me. “Holy shit! That prospect isn’t going to know what hit him tonight when he sees you.”
“It really looks good?” I ask, my hands fidgeting with the frayed edges of the halter top that stops right above my belly button, showing off the little piercing that I know drives my man a little wild.
“You look hot, Win.” Ruby nods her head, her hands coming to my waist to spin me this way and that. With every movement, the leather of the shorts catches the light, and the fringes of the top flare out, exposing more of my skin. “I wish I could pull this color off,” she says longingly about the bright pink hue.
“You look gorgeous in everything,” I remind her, cocking my eyebrow.
“Eh.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m pale with freckles and bright red hair. I could wear pink, but it does nothing for me.”
“Well, you look amazing in the dress you have on now.” I motion my hand over her deep, violet dress. The length is modest. It's the plunging neckline and the barely-there back that make it only decent for a party at the clubhouse.
“Thanks, girl.” She hugs me tightly, then smacks my ass before heading to the door. “I gotta get out there. Viper promised me a dance, and you know if Lila gets to him first, I won’t see him again.”
“Go get your man.” I wink at her, and she crosses her fingers like she’s wishing hard for it. Of all of the guys, Ruby has feelings for Viper. She is waiting for him to settle down and make her his old lady, while a few of the other girls try to do everything in their power to turn his head.
This is my least favorite part of club life. I learned really quickly once Finn became a prospect that, as an unclaimed woman, I was swimming with sharks. To the other girls, he was another eligible brother, fresh meat. They didn’t care about our shared history or that we were in a relationship. It was only my second full day here when I was approached by Micah, one of the club girls, and told that I needed to watch my back. She has plans to be an old lady, and she planned to fuck any man she thought might give her that, Finn included. The next day, I was approached by Lottie, one of the old ladies, and someone I had thought I had made friends with at the family BBQ. Her message was clear as well. Until I wore a property patch and was an old lady, I was nothing more than a club whore, and if I touched any of the married men, I would find myself out on the street. Lottie also didn’t care that I was with Finn and devoted to him. I assured her I didn’t want any of the other members. I’m in love with Finn. I’ll never forget the way her eyes went blank, and her lips stopped their angry curl, only for her to say, “Once you’re one of the whores, the guys won’t take you seriously to marry you.”
Her words stung, and they didn’t make sense. Finn and I had talked about what the prez said to him regarding me. I had a job to do with the other girls, but once my cleaning, cooking, or other tasks were done, I was free to go if I pleased. I wasn’t the only girl who went to school part-time or worked a part-time job. I was, however, the only one who was looking at a career in medicine. All my spare time was spent in class or studying. The material was difficult, and the classes moved at a rigorous pace. I was determined, though. I had always excelled in school. So getting my first-ever C- in biology this week, which was essentially failing the class since I have to retake it next semester, was difficult. I cried the whole way home. I know I have to tell Finn still, but I don’t want him to blame himself. I’ll do better next semester. I’m giving myself this break to let loose, spend time with Finn when he’s around, and then I’ll buckle down next semester.
Despite what some of the club girls have alluded to, nothing sinister or unethical is required of me. None of the girls are required to have sex with any of the members. But since most of them are single and there are single brothers in the club, it often leads to hook-ups and situationships. At first, I felt out of my element and reached out to Angel. The only advice my bestie could give me was to talk to Finn. She was very removed from this life, and even though she tried to understand and give advice, it often felt like we were living in two different worlds.
When I eventually did voice my concern about the matter to Finn, he reassured me that everything was fine. He told me not to listen to any of the women who made me uncomfortable. We promised each other to communicate and talk through our worries. We’re solid, and I know my man loves me as much as I love him. Which is why I’m decked out tonight, wearing a brand-new outfit that makes me feel like I fit in more at a party night. Most of the time at parties, which happen every weekend, I dresspretty casually in jeans and a cute shirt. Tonight I wanted to make things more memorable. It's been a year since we found ourselves in Braham and dedicated ourselves to the Rebels of the Undead. I’m determined to show Finn I am thriving and fitting in. I also want to make a good impression for Finn since a neighboring club, one we have a new alliance with, is visiting this weekend. Even as a prospect, his image is important. Impressing and getting along with the Devil Riders Syndicate is a requirement of all members of this MC, including the girls and wives.
I fix my hair one more time before slipping out of the door of Ruby’s room and walking toward the common area. The lighting is already dim, and music is blasting, but I can still hear the men laughing and shrieks of delight from the women present. The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, giving an almost hazy vibe. My eyes eat up the room until I find Finn. He’s at the pool table with Bullet, Cleaver, and two other members of the other MC. As if sensing my gaze on him, he stills, his back straightening, and his eyes roam over the room searching for me. Once he finds me, his eyes widen, and his jaw drops. That is exactly the reaction I was going for.
With a newfound confidence, I walk over to him, closing the space between us. Butterflies dance in my stomach when I’m fully in front of him. He keeps looking me up and down, and there is nothing but heat in his eyes.
“Fuck, I’m a lucky bastard,” he mutters under his breath, his declaration making me smile.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Prospect,” I lean in, whispering in his ear. He groans before taking a drink from his beer, his free hand coming to rest around my waist.
“Can you wait for me to finish up this game?” he asks. Our eyes meet, and my grin turns cheeky.
“Only if you promise to twirl me on the dance floor.”
Finn’s lips tilt up in a knowing grin while he sighs sarcastically. “You drive a hard bargain, baby.”
He pinches the skin right below my ass cheek, playfully causing me to jump, and we’re both laughing while I find a chair to sit in so he can finish up the game. My gaze wanders around the room, taking in the party tonight. I would say this is probably one of the rowdier parties the club has ever hosted, judging from the way anything seems to go right now. There are men helping themselves over the bar, which is usually only Lottie’s domain. A scuffle almost breaks out between a brother and a member of the Devils, and it looks like it involves Scarlet or Cali. There’s even an orgy happening out in the open. I’m not exactly a prude after living in an MC clubhouse for a year. I’ve accidentally walked into a room with people fucking in it, and I’ve definitely seen the aftermath of a party in the morning where some people couldn’t make it to a private room and passed out right after. Public sex isn’t necessarily frowned upon, but the guys and the women usually know to keep it hidden, especially when Jocelyn, the president's wife, is around. And she is in attendance tonight. I glance over to the corner of the room that leads to the kitchen and find Jocelyn in a heated discussion with Prez. I flinch at the severe look in her eyes while she points at his chest. The poor man appears to be floundering, his eyes wide with confusion, while his arms move around when he talks. Her gaze snaps to mine, sensing my stare, and I quickly avert my eyes. I respect Jocelyn, but she also scares me, and I do not want to be on her bad side. Whatever is happening between her and her husband does not concern me.
