The clubs were partying again, but I wasn’t in the party mood. The lights of the clubhouse were low and the music loud as men and women reached that state of drunkenness they got to where nothing else mattered but fucking and being fucked.
We’d had a meeting earlier, but we still didn’t know enough about what was going on to make any firm decisions other than Ripped and his men would be staying for a while longer. Hardy had set up a meeting with the Reverend for the following day, so we were hopeful that things would be clearer after that. Nobody messed with the Reverend. The man had more connections in his back pocket than the president had in his entire cabinet.
So tonight we partied, and tomorrow was business. It was just how I liked my life to be. In fact, I normally loved that part of a night, where anything went and there were no inhibitions. But not that night. That night was different. That night Quinn and Ripped were sitting opposite me on the large corner sofa. She was curled up on his lap, wearing the same dress she’d had on earlier, the one that I had wanted to pull down off of her shoulders to reveal perfect tits that I knew would be waiting for me.
Ripped was kissing her, his hands groping along her skin like he owned it, and she was kissing him back. Had a feeling that after the episode up on the roof she was trying to prove a point by showing me what I was missing out on. Though the weird thing was, she didn’t seem like the cheating type.
Never felt such rage and jealousy as I did watching her mouth move on his and her hands moving over the muscles of his chest. Never felt such rage toward another brother that I wanted to put my gun to his temple and blow his motherfucking brains out.
Jesse, Butch’s brother, suddenly stormed through the clubhouse with Hardy hot on his tail yelling and cussing at him. And behind them both was Butch, his dark eyes watching the whole scene like he was getting real tired of watching that bullshit play out. Hardy had always been a mean bastard to his sons, but he was even worse with Jesse. Kid never did anything but what he was told, but it still wasn’t good enough.
I don’t think Hardy had ever gotten over losing one of his sons when they were just a baby. The loss had torn him and his old lady apart and almost destroyed the club. She’d turned to drugs to help her cope and he’d lost all sense of humanity and love for his remaining sons.
Jesse turned back as Hardy barked an order at him, his face a picture of rage and hatred. Jesse was almost a man now. He’d grown up in the club and been raised by us men. He knew what was what and he knew how to handle himself, and he’d been slowly filling out, turning from boy to man over the past year. We’d all seen it happening—all of us but Hardy.
It wouldn’t be much longer before Jesse James turned on his old man.
Fuck knew what would happen when he did.
All I knew was that he was a good kid, and he’d be a good prospect like his brother Butch had been before he was patched in. Had a feeling that Hardy wouldn’t ever let that happen though. Certainly not if Jesse turned on him.
Butch stepped between the two men and pushed them apart. Hardy snarled and stalked back to his office before slamming the door shut, and Butch followed Jesse outside with Dom hot on their heels.
I turned my attention back to Quinn, seeing that Ripped’s face was buried in her neck as he kissed along her jaw. His hand had moved up her dress and was moving against the apex of her thighs. I felt heated rage burning up my throat until I looked at her face and saw her looking at me. Her mouth was open in pleasure, her heady gaze on me as Ripped rubbed harder, and my dick tightened in my jeans as her features heated under his touch.
Candy, one of the sweetbutts, was staring at me from across the room and I tore my gaze from Quinn and Ripped and gestured for her to come over. She did with a hop, skip, and a motherfucking jump, her tits bouncing as she did and getting a couple of lascivious looks as she passed some of my brothers.
“Hey, Battle,” Candy said, sidling up next to me.
I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her onto my lap without saying anything, and she squealed in delight.
“You okay?”
She tried to straddle my lap, but that wasn’t what I was after from her, and I pushed her down me and toward the floor. She pouted but complied, dropping to her knees and reaching for the fly of my jeans. Candy pulled my hard cock out and leaned over, sucking me into her mouth, groaning as she did like I was a fucking ice cream cone. I hissed through my teeth and looked over her head toward Quinn and Ripped, watching as she ground down on his hand.
The men around us talked, laughed, and drank. Some snorted coke off the table, others fucked the sweetbutts over the arms of chairs, uncaring of Candy on her knees in front of me and me staring at Quinn like I was a peeping Tom or some shit. I placed a hand on the back of Candy’s head, urging her to take me into her throat as Quinn—my fucking heroin—continued to grind down on another man’s hand, her head thrown back and her now eyes closed. The lights were low in the clubhouse, dark shadows falling across us all, and I watched Quinn unashamedly as Candy continued to blow me.
Someone changed the song on the old jukebox in the corner of the room, and “You Could be Mine” by Guns N’ Roses blared out of the tinny speakers. Fucking hated that song, and yet it seemed fitting for the moment as I stared at Quinn.
Quinn’s eyes opened, going wide when she saw Candy in front of me, and something akin to hurt flashed across her features before she put up a wall. Her mouth opened in a sigh of pleasure as Ripped rubbed harder at her pussy, his mouth at her neck, moving down to the swell of her breasts. A shiver ran down my spine at the sight of her, and envy and desire coursed through my veins.
She bit down on her bottom lip, holding my gaze as Ripped’s hands moved over her body while Candy’s tongue flicked over the end of my cock, lapping up the pre-cum that dripped from it. Quinn and I held each other’s stares, neither of us willing, able, to back down from the moment we were sharing. What had started out as her trying to punish me was quickly turning into something else. Candy groaned and stroked her hand over my balls, her pretty head bobbing up and down as she took me to the back of her throat, but I imagined it was Quinn’s mouth wrapped around my cock, working me harder and harder. My hand on her pussy, rubbing her and making her so wet that it was trickling down the insides of her thighs. My hands on her full breasts. Her mouth on my nipple ring, tugging at it with her teeth, her hot breath washing over my naked chest.
Ripped slowly lifted his face from her neck and lazily looked around the room. I didn’t have time to do anything about it before his eyes found mine. His gaze slid down to Candy’s head bobbing up and down in my lap and my heated gaze on him and Quinn, and a slow smile licked up his face. He nodded to me, pushed Quinn down onto the sofa before starting to kiss her mouth more fiercely. She tried to shrug him off, clearly not happy with where things were going, but he pushed her panties to one side and slid a thick finger inside her, causing her to gasp and arch her back, and I groaned in the back of my throat, wishing I could look away but not having the strength to as he buried his face in her breasts and my stomach tightened at the beautiful sight.
Q groaned and writhed underneath him, shameless in her desire to find her orgasm then and uncaring of who was there. Her eyes flicked open and searched me out, latching onto mine as he strummed her body to the brink. He pushed another thick finger inside of her and she moaned into the air, her toes curling as he pressed himself between her beautiful milky thighs. He slid down between her legs, his head getting lost beneath the folds of her sundress as he buried his face in her pussy. She shamelessly gripped his hair in her small fists, her gaze still on mine as he licked and sucked at her clit. Candy continued to lap at my cock, her hands working my balls, and I watched Quinn suddenly tremble, sinking beneath the waves of her orgasm. My own orgasm hit me just as suddenly as I watched her, tearing through me and I came in long, hot spurts into the back of Candy’s throat. I clamped my jaw shut to stop myself from calling out Quinn’s name as she held me captive within those beautiful blue eyes, letting us both fall together.
We held each other’s gazes as we rode out our orgasms, both of us wishing it was each other doing those things, but knowing that it could never be.
“You okay?” Candy said, wiping a hand across her mouth and smiling up at me, her hands on my thighs.
“Yeah,” I grunted, pushing my still hard cock back in my jeans, feeling perverted as Ripped crawled back up Quinn’s body and whispered something in her ear.
She nodded and straightened her dress before placing a kiss on his waiting mouth. I finally looked away from them then, because seeing her lips on his was like poison in my veins, killing me slowly, torturously, and painfully.
Candy climbed up my body and curled onto my lap. “You wanna go somewhere, Battle? We could play a little more.” She winked.
Ripped stood up, pulling Quinn with him. He looked down and saluted me, a huge, shit-eating grin on his face as he pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard, hands on either side of her face to hold her still. When he was done he winked at me and began to pull her out of the room with him, palming her ass as he did.
