“How does he know what they want to drink?” she shouted in Rock’s ear.
“That’s one of the duties of being a prospect. He’s gotta know what the members in his club drink and have it ready the minute he sees them come in. The prospects start learning that shit when they’re just hangarounds. Once someone sponsors them and they become prospects, the crap they have to know and do goes way up.”
“Seems like a lot to do for just a couple of guys for a big club like yours.”
Rock shrugged. “We all had to do that shit, so we’re not asking them to do anything more than what we did.”
A burst of shouts and whistling drew her attention away from Rock and to the center of the room. There was a line of women, and the three newly patched members went to each one, kissing them, touching their breasts, and squeezing their behinds. Clotille leaned in to Rock. “What the hell are they doing?”
He yelled out to the guys and then laughed. “They’re picking which club girl they want to fuck. They’ve been talking with them, flirting with them, and watching them fuck different brothers for the past two years, but they couldn’t touch ‘em or do anything with ‘em. Since they have their full patches, they can have fun with the club girls. I bet Puck’s going to fuck Rosie. He’s been pitching a damn tent for her since she came on board a year ago.”
Clotille watched in fascination as each man yanked a woman to him while the others cheered and clapped with each choice. The women picked seemed thrilled, and they clapped their hands and kissed the men who chose them.
This is a strange world, but is it any stranger than the one I lived in with Frederick?
After the men left with their chosen women, the crowd thinned a bit as people filed out into the backyard. Rock wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her off the stool. “Let’s get something to eat.” He grabbed her hand and led her out the back door.
After securing a plate of ribs—it seemed like barbecue was all they ever ate—salad, green beans, and cornbread, she and Rock sat at one of the many tables strewn around the area and dug into their food. Eating whatever she liked felt like a guilty pleasure for her. For the past several years, her meals consisted of salad, steamed vegetables, and cottage cheese. Frederick dictated what she ate, and since he wanted her to be stick thin—a hard thing to be for an hourglass-figured woman—she rarely ate the tantalizing meals he required that she prepare for him.
A lump formed in her throat as she thought about what she’d put up with in her relationship with him. When she had agreed to become involved with him, she never would have imagined his lifestyle would have controlled her whole life. She’d erroneously believed his desires would be satiated with some kink in the bedroom, but she was wrong. By the time she’d realized what she’d gotten into, it was too late to change her mind. Things had already been put in place, and upsetting the balance would’ve been detrimental to—
“You want some more food?” Rock’s voice cut through her thoughts.
“No, thanks. It’s good but I couldn’t eat another bite.” She began to rise to throw the paper plates out when his hand on her thigh anchored her to the bench.
“I’ll do that.” He took her plate and slid off the bench, pitching their trash in the nearest bin. When he came back, he put his arm around her. “Let’s go inside.” He gave her his hand and she took it, following him into the club.
As she walked past several groups of people, she noticed many of them were in various stages of having sex: women on their knees giving blowjobs, men sucking women’s tits, threesomes, and full-on fucking.It’s like a play party without the whips, restraints, and equipment.
When she entered the great room, Rock pulled her close to him and said, “Let’s dance.” He grabbed her hands and flung her around while people stepped back and watched the couple. After several fast tunes, a ballad crooned over the speakers and Rock pressed her tightly to him, his arms looped around her waist. The touch of his hands burned into her skin and her heart raced. She circled her arms around his neck and placed her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed to the music, his scent engulfing her. Together they moved to the music as one, their bodies fused and heated as a sweet sensation formed between her legs. She was lost in his touch and while they danced, it felt as though they were the only two people in the room. Everyone but Rock ceased to exist for her and she held him tightly, never wanting to let him go.
As his hands journeyed down her back, landing on her butt, quivers ran up and down her spine. Rock’s hard dick pressed against her, causing her heart to beat erratically. For so long she’d fantasized about being back in his arms.
“You’re so sweet,ma chérie. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”
She tilted her head back and her gaze locked with his lust-filled one. She traced his jawline with her finger. “And do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“I got a pretty good idea. I bet if I touched your panties they’d be sopping.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, his warm breath tickling it. “Fuck,chérie, you’re making me think dirty thoughts.” His words shimmied down her neck and landed smack dab on her aching sex.
Bending down, he peppered kisses along her neck before taking her earlobe into his mouth and licking it while moving his teeth against its softness. “It’s so good to have you in my arms. You’re killing me.”
Clotille buried her face against his throat; he placed a finger under her chin and gently lifted her head up. His gaze caught and held hers, and she gasped at its smoldering intensity. He dipped down and his mouth hungrily covered hers, his hand at the small of her back holding her flush to him. His tongue forged through her seam and tangled with hers as his breathing deepened. Desire raced through her, but then he pulled away—too quickly for her liking—leaving her mouth burning.
All around them people danced to the fast beats of Warrant, and they both realized at the same time that the slow song had ended a while ago. They laughed, his hand squeezing her behind, her head resting on his shoulder, the sexual tension still crackling between them.
“Let’s go back to my room.” He guided her toward the stairs and she readily climbed them to the third floor, lust spiraling though her.
Rock unlocked the door and she slipped in, turning to look at him. The sight of him took her breath away. He filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching each side of the frame while his bulging biceps gleamed with sweat. A cocky smile danced on his lips and she knew she was staring, but she couldn’t drag her eyes away from him. He exuded such virility and savageness, and her body threatened to lose control. She wanted to lick every inch of him and then claw him with her nails, leaving her mark in order to brand him as hers only.
He stepped in, shut the door, and approached her, his gaze feral and sexy as sin. Heat flared through her like a flash fire. Then he was next to her, his mouth crushing hers and his hands scorching her skin as they slid under the hem of her dress, skimming her hips and thighs. Her body tingling from the contact, she drew his tongue farther into her mouth and sucked on it, his low growl hitting her right between the legs. Brushing her breasts against his sculpted chest, his hands cupped them as he teased her nipples to hard points between his fingers. She squirmed under his touch and he pulled away slightly.
“I want to suck your tits,chérie,” he rasped as he slid her dress higher up her body.
When his hand slipped inside her lacey bra and touched her skin-to-skin, she threw her head back and moaned, gripping his shoulders so hard that her nails dug in. In one smooth movement, he’d pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on the floor. He trailed his tongue from her bottom lip, down her throat—where he paused to kiss the pulsing hollow at the base—past the creamy swells of her breasts, and finally rested on her impossibly hard nipples. With a growl, he drew her hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. When she whimpered, he chuckled softly.
“You like that, sweetie? You’re making me hard as fuck,” he growled.
Instead of answering, she arched her back, thrusting her tits deeper into his mouth. His hands hadn’t stopped exploring her, making her body tingle and hum as sexual tension flowed through her veins. Then his finger glided under her panties and encased itself between her swollen folds. His touch was like the spark of a match, igniting all her nerve endings. She moaned loudly and his mouth was back on hers, swallowing all her cries of pleasure. The deep emotions from their past expanded between them and they clung to each other in a passionate dance of want, need, and remembrance.
