“You need a hit, brother?” Hardy asked, jerking his head toward Fighter’s joint. “You’re lookin’ like you might need to chill out a little.”
It was a warning and I knew it, so I forced a smile to my bitter face. “There’s worse problems to have than spending money.”
Quinn was watching me, even as Ripped’s hands moved over her body, and I shifted in my seat to look at the sweetbutt that handed me the whiskey instead.
Lincoln laughed. “Damn right.”
Ripped reached between Quinn’s legs and grabbed her pussy through her jeans shorts and her head rolled to one side while she held my stare, her mouth opening as Ripped rubbed his hand back and forth.
I felt sick with rage.
I wanted to dive across the sofa, pull out my gun, and put a bullet in Ripped’s skull before fucking Quinn in his blood.
I closed my eyes and dragged a hand down my face to rid myself of the image, but nothing would make it go. When I opened them again, Quinn was still looking at me, her eyes heated with need. Ripped placed a rough kiss on her lips and stood up, pulling her with him.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured pulling her across the clubhouse floor.
Bile rose in the back of my throat as his hand reached out to grab her ass and she gave a little squeal, laughing as they rounded the corner that led to the spare bedrooms.
“Fuck,” I muttered, leaning forward.
“You okay, brother? You don’t look so good,” Butch said quietly. He leaned forward in his chair, his dark gaze on me. He blew out a mouthful of cigarette smoke, his gaze flicking between where Quinn had just gone and back to me.
“I’m fine,” I bit out. “Just need some sleep is all.”
I stood up, looking toward the bedrooms that Quinn and Ripped had just gone to and hating that she was in there with him and not me. I could already hear them fucking, and I wasn’t sure whether it was jealousy or anger that was making me feel sick to my stomach. But shit was as it was, and she was with him and not me. I needed to accept that, and the sooner I did, the better.
I’d only met the woman that day, and yet something about her had gotten in my veins. Not sure what it was about her that made my head all fucked up like that, but I couldn’t seem to think straight with her there.
I looked over to the bar where Emmie, the sweetbutt, was pouring another round of drinks for Pops and one of the Burning Eights’ old-timers. I jerked my chin at her and she smiled and finished making the drinks quickly before coming my way.
I wrapped a large hand around her waist and dragged her body to mine. “You got some time, sweet thing?”
“Sure do,” she said on a smile.
I pulled her with me down the corridor, toward my room. Not sure what made me do it. Perhaps I was a sadist and pain was what I wanted. But instead of going to my room further along, I opened the door to the spare room next to the one Ripped was in and went inside.
Quinn’s soft moans could be heard through the walls, and I dragged Emmie to the bed, my hands pulling off her clothes as we walked. By the time we were at the bed, she was naked and she dropped to her knees to unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock, and then she wasted no time in sucking me down her throat as far as she could take me.
She looked up at me through her thick lashes as her tongue swirled around my cock head, licking the precum off the end of it. Emmie was beautiful, but she wasn’t Quinn, and I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to look at her.
Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue worked its magic, running up and down the side of my dick until I was groaning into the air. I could hear Quinn and Ripped next door. Could hear flesh slapping against flesh, soft moans and pants of pleasure, and it turned me on as much as it disgusted me.
I groaned and grabbed the back of Emmie’s head, forcing myself deeper into her throat. She opened up wider and tilted her head back to allow me to press deeper into her throat until her eyes were watering and her hands were on my ass cheeks.
Quinn’s screams of pleasure suddenly tore through the air and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled out of Emmie’s mouth and scooped her up before dropping her onto the bed. She laughed and rolled onto her back, her eyes wide and hungry as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom before quickly sliding it on, and then I was pulling her ankles up to rest on my shoulders as I slid into her in one quick, hard thrust.
She gasped underneath me and closed her eyes. “Battle,” she groaned.
Every hard thrust made her cry out louder. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but I couldn’t hear Quinn and that was what I wanted—what I needed: to hear the woman I couldn’t get out of my head. I wanted to close my eyes and fuck Emmie pretending that it was Quinn. Knew that shit was messed up but couldn’t ignore the need that was growing inside me.
I flipped Emmie over and curled my body over her back before placing a hand over her mouth to shut her the hell up. And then I was pounding into her, my hips thrusting forward sharply and my head thrown back as I listened to Quinn being fucked by Ripped next door.
I imagined that it was me fucking her, and not Ripped.
I imagined the look in her eye as she took my cock deep inside of her, her tight pussy holding onto it as she trembled around me, her toes curling in satisfaction as pleasure tore through her.
I imagined sliding in and out of her hot body, my hands splayed across her thighs and stomach as I moved.
