Page 27 of Cries of Cassie

"Oh my god!!"

The last thing I hear before I'm being murdered by bouncing boobs and the scent of hairspray and sex is Ripper cursing. Thin arms come around my shoulders as a woman buries her face in my neck, then another set wraps around my stomach from behind as another woman bounces up and down excitedly.

"You have to tell us everything!"

"Seriously, like all of it!"

"How did you get them wrapped around your pretty pinky?!"

"Alright, ladies, break it up!" Ripper's booming demand frees me from the tangled mess of hair and soft skin. His calloused hand reaching for me between the group of women is a welcome rescue. Once he pulls me out of the circle of perfume, I suck in a greedy, mildly shaky breath. What the hell just happened?

"That was something," I mutter, puffing the hair off my face. Finally recentered, I take in the six stunning women staring at me with wide smiles. One even bounces on her toes. She's cute. "Hi."

They all start talking at once with far more excitement than my ears can handle. I don't think I hide my flinch or cringe very well because my stalker immediately fixes the problem.

"Quiet!" Ripper snaps, putting his hands over my ears until I can't hear anything.

As his hands pull away, I hear varying murmurs of awww and so sweet. "Maybe we introduce ourselves? I'm Cassie."

"We know! You're with the presidents! How did you manage to lock them down? They've never once looked at us club girls before. Always lost in each other or work! Honestly, we were beginning to question if they were actually bisexual."

"Kimmy," one of the brunette girls gasps at the bouncing one. "You can't say shit like that."

"Oh," Kimmy looks contrite but not afraid as she tucks her white-blonde hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Ripper."

Ripper grunts. When I peek back at him over my shoulder, I only see a smidgen of amusement on his handsome face. Interesting. She definitely crossed some boundaries that I've heard would get people into some serious trouble at an MC club. The Shadows keep surprising me...

"So, are they good in bed?" a girl with a black bob asks, grinning wildly.

A laugh bursts from me, but my fun ends when Jake rushes over and shoos the girls away. "Sexy vultures they are," he huffs, immediately enveloping me in a bear hug.

"Ripper don't," I warn as the energy at my back shifts into possessive mode. I swing my leg back and collide with Ripper's calf as I squeeze Jake tight. "He's like the brother I never had."

"And I'm actually not bisexual, so calm down. Unless you want a hug, big guy?" Jake flirts shamelessly while backing our hug up into Ripper.

"Jake," I sigh and pry myself away from his big bear hug. "Don't touch or I might start growling."

A few whistles shoot into the air, making me smile at the audience I didn't realize we had. At least twenty people, men and women all in different states of undress, stare back at me. A deep voice shouts, "A redhead with claws?! Come here, beauty queen!"

The growl that comes from Ripper makes me and Jake laugh. Sooo different than I thought this place would be.

"Has everyone lost their damn minds?!" Ripper shouts, dragging me into his front with a hand on my tummy. "She's mine. No fucking touching either of us. And before I start punching teeth out, somebody get my woman a drink."

"Boss, yes, boss!" a woman salutes at the bar. Jake winks at me and heads that way too.

Ripper continues muttering curses about people not respecting him as he walks us toward the bar. I'm more surprised about the lack of violence and rage in the room than the fact that sweet, bouncy Kimmy is getting fucked from behind right beside the stool Ripper leads me to.

This makes sense to me. Plus it's hot as fuck.

Ripper stays standing but moves to my other side. The puff of his breath on my neck when he bends to whisper in my ear makes me shiver. "Hmm, I wonder how turned on you are."

Jake chooses that moment to lean over the bar, his face within a foot of ours. "I'm sure she's very turned on, but can you please let me talk to my friend?"

"Jake, I'm fucking serious⁠—"

Uh oh. "Ripper⁠—"

He cuts me off with a warning squeeze on the back of my neck. "No, Pet. Just because they see my woman on my arm doesn't mean shit changes. I'm still their president and require some damn respect."