“Right?” Legs smiles around the lip of her cup before taking a long drink. “But the butt plug he has planned for tonight is huge.”
I spit my drink on everyone at her words. They don’t complain but merely wipe at the sticky liquid on their skin and smile.
“He’s being very generous then,” Velvet adds. “If he can’t get me wet enough, he just pulls out that beautiful knife of his and uses my blood.”
Horror crashes over me, but none of the other girls seemed concerned, which is most concerning of all.
“He fucking cuts you?” Several people not in our little group look over at us because my voice is so loud.
“We don’t kink-shame,” Velvet snaps. It’s the first time I’ve heard the woman have any type of ire in her voice. She’s the soft-spoken one.
“I wasn’t—”
“Candi!” My eyes roll in the direction of whoever just called my name.
“I wasn’t,” I rush to tell Velvet. “I swear. It just took me by surprise.”
She gives me a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Instantly, I feel like an asshole. These girls have been so nice to me, and I may have just ruined the friendships I’ve been building.
Briar walks up to our group. “Prez wants to see you. He’s in his room.”
I wait for whichever girl he was instructing to peel away from the group, but they all stand statue-still, watching me.
“You better not keep him waiting,” Vixen urges as she touches my arm.
I’m snapped out of my trance and self-recrimination.
“Me?” My attempt to press my finger to the middle of my chest just leaves me stabbing my tit a little too hard.
“You,” several of the girls answer.
“If you’re lucky, he’ll cuff you,” Minx whispers as I turn my head to the VP of the club. “The orgasms are always the strongest that way.”
“I like strong orgasms,” I agree, nodding my head a little too hard. My head swims, and my balance begins to fail. Someone catches me, steadying me before I topple over. Tears sting the backs of my eyes because I just insulted one of these girls, and they're still nice to me.
“She’s drunk,” Molly says as she steps in between Briar and me.
“She’s been called,” Briar counters before meeting my eyes. “Don’t keep him waiting.”
“Have fun!” one girl calls after me.
“You’re killing it in that skirt,” another one praises as I walk unsteadily to the entry of the hallway.
The door is standing open when I reach the door that has a crown on it. The numbered rooms at the other end of the hallway are for people who don’t live here. I was in room four when I met Lynch for the first time. Someone pointed out that the crown room is his, clarifying that no one is allowed in here unless they have direct permission from the President himself.
I snort as I cross the threshold and point at the painted crown. “A little pretentious isn’t it?”
Lynch is sitting on the end of the bed, hair damp from a shower and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“My father—” He cuts himself off. Clearly, I’m not deserving of an explanation.
Stopping myself before I throw myself at his feet, I remember that I’m pissed.
“I don’t like being called to come sit on your lap like a fucking dog.”
“You’re the sexiest bitch I’ve ever seen,” he replies.
In the normal world, I’d claw his eyes out for saying something like that. At the Ravens’ clubhouse, I’m pretty sure his words are an incredible compliment, but I can’t let him know how happy it makes me.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Your opinion of me won’t keep you from coming on my cock.” The scrutiny of his gaze forces chill bumps to sweep over my arms and down my exposed legs. “Are you high?”
“A little drunk,” I confess.
“Are you wet right now?”
Lying, I shake my head. Truth be told, I started to slicken the second Briar told me Lynch was waiting for me.
“Are you too drunk to fuck?”
I shake my head before adding, “But I don’t know if you’re the one I’ll be fucking tonight.”
He growls, and I don’t know if it’s my slightly intoxicated state or if he has superpowers, because he crosses the room with super-human speed.Chapter 15Lynch
“You won’t be fucking anyone but me,” I hiss in her ear.
“For tonight,” she deadpans.
“You have plans or someone else picked out?”
“Ronan did compliment the taste of my mouth.”
I release her the second she squeals in pain, not realizing my grip on her tightened.
“I’ll fucking kill him.” She catches my arm before I can make it out of the room.
“He didn’t kiss me.” Her shy smile is a total contradiction to how I last saw her in the chapel after coming on her fingers. Fuck if I don’t want both the filthy girl and the virgin-like tease. “We’ve been drinking Blue Motherfuckers, and he just said he bet my mouth tasted good.”