I slug him in the gut, which only makes him laugh harder and bruises my knuckles.
Most of the girls scattered the second I approached. Bold bunny still has her eyes on us.
Sorry, sweetie. Mine, not yours.
“Friend of yours?” I ask, not really caring if she overhears me.
That wipes the smile off his face. “No.” He lifts his chin at the girl. “Julie came up with the Mississippi crew.”
“Jill,” she corrects.
“You’re with Marco, right?” Z asks.
Her gaze strays to a guy over on one of the couches currently getting a blow job from a short, round blonde chick.
“Not really,” she answers.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone new to keep you occupied, sweetheart,” I say in my most saccharine voice. “This one already has his hands full.”
With that, I’m done with the jealous girlfriend game. I take Z’s hand and he follows behind me back to the same chair we made out in last night. I playfully shove him into the chair—okay, maybe using a little more force than necessarily playful, but let’s be honest, if Z didn’t want me to push him, he wouldn’t move. The man’s sturdy as a mountain.
Hiking my dress up to still-decent levels, I straddle his lap. He gives me a lopsided grin. “What’s gotten into you?”
The temptation of my legs on either side of him is too much and he slides his hand up over my stocking, stroking the bare skin just under my dress.
Gripping his chin, I force him to look at me. “Focus, Z.”
“I’m very focused on the fact that your bare pussy is about an inch from my dick.”
I squeeze his chin a little harder and he raises his eyebrows. “Something on your mind, Siren?”
“You asked me to move down here with you earlier.”
All traces of humor vanish. “Yeah, I did.”
“I don’t enjoy watching girls with their hands all over you.”
“They weren’t all over me.”
“How delightfully obtuse of you. Allow me to be crystal clear. Letting them paw you like that is not okay with me.” I bite my lip, contemplating how much I want to reveal about myself. “I’ve never given a shit about that kind of thing in my life, Z. I don’t do jealous over anyone.”
Pain flickers over his face. Brief, but I saw it. He’s upset that he hurt me. It’s enough for me to back off. I said what needed to be said.
Z
My girl’s a fucking firecracker. Even so, I don’t like upsetting her. It wasn’t intentional, but I see her point. She’s not patched. If a brother had walked up and put his hands on her, I would’ve lost my shit.
“I’m sorry, Lilly.” I run my gaze up and down her body. “And that’s something I don’t do often.”
“What?”
“Apologize.”
Serena stops by and drops off two drinks for us. She nods at Lilly before leaving.
“Making friends?” I ask.
Her mouth tugs down. “I feel bad. I know she and Heidi…whatever, but she’s so nice.”
“She is a nice girl.” I hold up my hands when she glares at me. “No, I’ve never fucked her. I’m just sayin’. Tawny was an outright bitch to her. The other girls run roughshod over her.” I pat her thigh. “Teach her some of that grit while you’re here.”
“Grit? You think I’m gritty? I don’t feel very gritty.”
“You are,” I assure her. “Now, I’m about done with club talk for the night.” I slide my hand up under her dress, stopping to stroke my thumb over her inner thigh. In response, she spreads her legs wider and arches her back.
“Baby, you’re dangerously close to me shoving my cock in you right this second.”
She bites her lip, too afraid to admit she wants me to do it. I slide my hand higher, stroke my thumb over her bare lips. “You need to dress like this more often.”
“Says who?”
I flick my thumb over her clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“Me.”
“Z, what are you doing?”
“I want to see you come.”
“Now? Here?”
“Why not? It’s dark enough. Loud enough too, unless you unleash those shrieking bird noises you love to make.”
“I don’t shriek.”
Damn, she’s hot when she’s indignant.
“You do. It’s sexy as fuck.” I take two fingers and slip them inside her. “I think you’re turned on by the idea.”
She starts rocking against my hand and if she keeps it up, it’ll be real fucking obvious what we’re doing. Not that it matters. Half the room is fucking or sucking someone, but I don’t like the idea of exposing her to anyone.
Mine.
Every bit of her.
I grip her hip, stopping her movements and slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her.
“Z,” she whispers, falling against my chest. Her lips kiss from my neck to my ear where she bites the lobe. “Please take me to our room. Please. I want to ride your cock so bad.”
I’m up so fast she almost falls on the floor. Thank fuck I have a good hold of her. My hand, still slick with her juices, cups her ass. “Wrap your legs around me.”
“You’re going to carry me?”
“Think you can walk?”
“No.”
Why the fuck did I insist on a room so far away from everything? The walk is excruciating and I’m damn close to just finding the nearest wall, pinning her to it and fucking her just to relieve the pressure.
We hit our door with a thud and she’s already working my belt loose. “Hang on. Let me get the key in.”
“Fuck the fucking key.”
I barely get us through the door and she’s pulling out my cock, giving it a hard tug.
“Off.” I struggle with her dress. But it’s too tight to just lift.
“Side. Zipper,” she says in between raining kisses over my face.
Her hand reaches down, gripping my cock again while I work her dress off.
She’s never been more beautiful. No one compares to her. It’s absurd to think she was jealous or upset by any of the women who approached me tonight. It’s like comparing a Vespa to a Harley. No comparison.
Life doesn’t often give second chances. Lilly got away from me once. That won’t happen again.
The primal, possessive part of my brain is in charge now.
Taking charge of her kisses, I cup her jaw and tilt her head back. The heat and sweetness of her tongue drags a groan out of me. I need more.
So does she, if the way she’s jacking my cock is any indication. I push the cups of her bra down, allowing her tits to overflow. “You were made for my hands.” I roll her nipples with my thumbs and fingers while swooping in to kiss her neck.
“Z, you can play with my tits later. Please.” She squeezes my cock and I almost come in her hand.
One quick lift and I’ve got her ass in my hands. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” I order.
The movement pushes my cock against her pussy. I lift her a little more, pressing her back into the wall for leverage. “Hurry,” she whispers, reaching down to guide my rock-hard dick into her tight, sweet-heat.
“Ready?”
I thrust hard without waiting for her answer.
Perfect. I’m momentarily stunned stupid by the perfection. Keeping her pinned against the door, I fuck her with hard, ruthle
ss strokes to permanently burn myself into her brain.
Her nails dig into my shoulders and soft moans fill my ears.
I’m relentless, never slowing my pace, until she squeezes her eyes shut and bucks forward, screaming that she’s coming.
“Yeah, you are.”
Still in the middle of her orgasm, I’m not even sure she heard me. Her face, twisted in pleasure, unleashes my own orgasm.
My head falls forward, resting against her chest. She runs her hands through my hair, bringing me back to earth.
I press a kiss to her chest and pick my head up.
“Let me down,” she whispers.
I roll my hips, reminding both of us I’m still buried inside her. “Not ready to let you off this ride yet.”
Thirty-Nine
Z
The next day, Hope, Trinity, Carter, Birch, and Ravage arrive late in the afternoon with the kids. It’s the perfect timing.
“Mommy!” Chance calls from the backseat of Rock’s SUV “Daddy!” he yells even louder when he sees both of us approaching.
Hope slides out of the car and before Lilly asks about Chance, Rock scoops her up.
“Forget them,” I tell Lilly. “Ask her later.”
She laughs. “I should’ve known better.”
Trinity also vanishes. One second she’s getting out of Wrath’s truck, the next she’s a blonde and blue-haired blur over Wrath’s shoulder, headed inside the clubhouse.
Shaking my head, I lean in to unbuckle Chance. On the other side of the truck, Murphy’s pulling Alexa out of her seat and making room for Rock to get to Grace who ended up in the middle.
“Trinity drove down by herself,” Hope explains. “It didn’t seem fair to split the little ones up since they spent the weekend together.” She laughs and squeezes Carter’s arm. “He was a big help keeping everyone in line.”
“Thanks, Hope,” Lilly says.
“So, it’s official now?” Hope nods at my cut. “Congratulations, Z.”
“It’s temporary.”
“I hope so. Everyone misses you.”
It’s nice to hear.