Sins of the Father (Ravens Ruin MC 1)

“Don’t, Princess,” Briar warns, finally having enough of watching Molly flirt with the prospect.

Slowly and deliberately, Molly runs her tongue over her lower lip before breaking eye contact with Ronan and focusing on Briar. His throat works on a swallow, but his eyes narrow in agitation.

“We’re going into town,” Molly says suddenly as she stands up from the couch.

“Prez said you can’t leave the compound,” Briar reports with no emotion. Whatever spell they had been under is gone.

“Legs and Vixen went to town yesterday,” she counters.

“The whores weren’t included in the orders.” I cringe at the use of the words, even though I’m the only one around here that seems to be offended by it.

“I can take them to town.” A smile spreads across Molly’s face as Ronan walks up behind us to speak with Briar.

“You can take your ass back to the kitchen if you want to keep your balls,” Briar counters.

By the time I look back, Ronan’s back is disappearing through the kitchen door. I would chuckle, but Molly is all but shaking with anger beside me.

“If you won’t—” she begins but stops short when the bell I’ve learned is connected to the front gate chimes on the back wall. Someone is entering the compound, but there isn’t a roar of motorcycles. The bell is always accompanied by the purr of engines. Today, the silence is thicker than I like.

Within what seems like seconds, Vixen, Legs, Velvet, and Piper magically appear from the back of the building. They’re primped, half-naked, and waiting with smiles on their faces when the front door opens and the guys begin to file inside.

Four men, none of them TJ or Lynch, walk in looking livelier than anyone traveling for the better part of a week should. They focus on the willing women.

“The best part of being stuck in a cage is that I don’t need a shower before I fuck you stupid,” Hornet says as he walks up to Piper. Grinning, she swats him on the chest before he throws her over his shoulder and disappears down the hallway.

“Where’s TJ?” I ask no one in particular.

Asking for Lynch is too obvious, but he’s the only one I’m honestly concerned with.

“They’re a day or so behind us,” Chains says as he walks in my direction.

Legs pouts on the other side of the room when Chains directs his attention in our direction rather than on her. She’s left standing alone until Ronan steps out of the kitchen and catches her around the waist.

“You’re too good for him,” Briar tells Molly as he angles his head.

Molly turns, watching Ronan as he wraps his arms around Legs before dragging her out of the room.

“I hear his huge cock is pierced,” Molly says without inflection in her voice.

I nearly choke on a laugh when Briar grunts in irritation.

“Does that turn you on?” Chains asks without pulling his eyes from mine. “I’ll get my cock pierced if you’re into it.”

My cheeks flush. Lynch promised I’d be safe here, and as if some invisible barrier surrounds me, not one guy has blatantly hit on me. Of course, there are the eyes following me and the guys looking at me while other girls please them, but nothing like what Chains just said.

His dark eyes are watching my face, an easy grin on his mouth. He’s too handsome to be creepy. Hell, every guy in this club is incredibly good looking. It’s as if hell spat out every single rogue, sexy, bad boy and dropped them in the middle of Sutton, Massachusetts. Each and every one oozes charm, turning it off and on when they need to.

“Depends,” I coo. “Are we talking about a Jacob’s Ladder or a simple Prince Albert? What is your level of dedication to my pleasure?”

Chains steps even closer. “I can please you with my big cock without getting it pierced. Wanna test the theory?”

A huff of breath at his brazenness escapes my lips, and if I’m honest with myself, his offer of satisfaction entices me more than it ever should.

“You’re pushing up on Prez’s pussy,” Briar warns, butting into a conversation I didn’t know he was witnessing.

Chains’ terrified eyes widen before he spins on his heels and vanishes down the hallway leading to the back of the building.

“You need to mind your own damn business,” Molly spits at Briar. “No one claims anyone in this clubhouse.”

Briar stands, his full height towering over my friend, but she doesn’t move an inch. Not once have I seen her recoil from any of these men when they’ve tried to assert some perceived dominance over her. I watch in awe as her head tilts back and she’s looking directly into Briar’s stormy eyes.

“You are off-limits,” Briar says. “Your friend is off-limits. Deal with it.”

“I can fuck anyone I want,” I hiss. My courage has enhanced by watching my friend stand up to the huge man in front of her. It doesn’t last long because I begin to tremble when his frigid stare focuses on me. Only then do I realize, even when Briar is chastising and correcting Molly, his gaze is warm and considerate. The same allowances provided to my friend do not extend to me.