Chains’ hand trembles on his thigh.
“You fucking touch her, and I’ll hang you from the rafters,” Lynch says with his head still on the other side of mine. He doesn’t even have to look at his club member to know how the man would respond to what’s happening.
“Of course not, Prez.” The couch shifts when Chains gets up and sits across from us as if the only way to obey the order is to put some distance between us.
“Move,” Lynch snaps when he notices that Ronan’s line of sight is blocked by Chains’ head.
Lynch doesn’t mind everyone in the room watching, but this show is primarily for the prospect that can’t keep his eyes off me. Chains obeys, opting to join the girls near the dart boards. Piper is pressed up against him with her hand on the front of his jeans a single breath later.
“Do you like them watching? Is this on your list?”
“Fuck,” I groan when his fingers pinch me for refusing to answer.
“Answer me,” he demands.
I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear, but the situation I’m in makes things a little harder. He has the ability to whisper in my ear where no one can hear him. With me pointed toward the room, my voice projects if I speak loud enough for him to hear me.
“Yes,” I answer. He pinches harder, and I know what he wants. “Yes, I like them watching. Yes, this is on my list.”
“And what about me fucking you right here? Is that on your list? Would you stop me if I ripped your clothes down the seams and made you ride my cock?”
“Oh God,” I pant. Just the thought of doing all of that nearly makes me come on his hand.
“Something tells me you’d be down for all of it. Look at him watching you.”
My eyes meet Ronan’s. His hands pause on the glass he’s drying with a bar towel as he becomes enraptured in what his president is doing to me.
“I know his mouth is watering with the need to taste your pussy.”
“H-how?”
“Every man in this room wants a taste of what’s mine.” He moans when my cunt grips his finger in anticipation. “Can he taste you? Can he fuck you in front of everyone? Can I share you with them?”
“Jesus.” I erupt in his arms, the orgasm hitting me so hard my cries echo around the room.
“Get it, girl!”
The moment is ruined by Legs. There’s no going back from what just happened. It doesn’t matter that TJ heads across the room and whispers something harsh enough in her ear to make her shy away from him. It doesn’t matter that Ronan is still watching from the other side of the room and that Lynch’s fingers are still buried inside of me.
The moment never should’ve happened. Regret swims in my gut immediately, the sweat that was blooming on my skin as my body fought for control now chills me enough to make me shiver.
“Stay with me,” Lynch whispers in my ear as if he felt me stiffen in his arms.
His fingers leave me, trailing a wet line up my stomach until his hand escapes the fabric of my clothes. A moment later a suck and a moan rumbles out of him.
“So sweet,” he praises as he begins to stand. Once again, I take it as my opportunity to get away, but before I can take a full step, Lynch is scooping me up and walking me toward the bar.
I’m carried into his room, absently noticing that the crown that was recently on his door is now gone. He doesn’t toss me on the bed. He sets me on my feet and commands me to strip to my skin. I obey, comically fast, laughing when one sandal ends up on the other side of the room after an aggressive flip of my foot.
“I want you to be pleased.” I search his green eyes for the meaning, but I’m missing something. “I want to make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true.”
“You please me,” I assure him, but my words get caught in my throat when he steps aside and Ronan is standing near the open door.
“Prez?” Ronan, earning even more respect from me, keeps his eyes on Lynch, waiting for direction.
“You want to taste her pussy?”
My pulse leaps at Lynch’s question, but I don’t move an inch or attempt to cover my nakedness.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Ronan says on a thick swallow as his head shakes back and forth.
My eyes stay on the prospect even when Lynch circles behind me, lifting my breasts and teasing the tips with his thumbs.
“Do you want him to eat your pussy, Candi?”
He’s the devil in my ear right now, pressed against my back.
“Yes,” I pant.
Ronan swallows again, and his pierced tongue snakes out to wet his lips. It reminds me of the other piercing the girls have been gossiping about. My eyes automatically shoot to the bulge in his jeans.