Page 28 of Cries of Cassie

Jake's teasing smile shutters a bit, but not enough to make me worry for him. I knew he was pushing Ripper's limits, and I've only known my dangerous stalker for a few days. It doesn't take a genius to know not to get in the way of how these men run their club.

Unless he hurts Jake or one of the ladies...things would definitely change then.

"Apologies," Jake says with a curt nod.

Chewing on the inside of my lip, I breathe in the scent of sex and smoke while I wait for Ripper to say something. On my other side, it sounds like Kimmy is about to get her happy ending, so yay.

I hold back a chuckle and relax a little when Ripper nods. Clapping my hands, I smile up at the man who still hasn't let me go. "Great! So may I pretty please, with a cherry on top, talk to Jake without you glaring at him? Sir."

Before I know what's happening, Ripper has me off the stool and on the bar top with my legs spread obscenely wide to fit his large frame. The hand that was on the back of my neck now cages my throat tight enough to show me just how in control this dominant man he really is.

He bends until his long, wavy black hair tickles my cheeks. "You're asking for a punishment, Pet. But sure. In just a second," he whispers, shifting around a bit to make me curious. Except when a dark grin stretches his lips, I try to squash my curiosity.

It feels like it's just us in the room as he slides his free hand up my thigh. "You're going to be a good girl, right? Let me do whatever I want while you talk to your...friend?"

No words come out because he goes from touching my thigh to tugging my panties aside in a flash. Something cold and far softer than his rough fingers twirls around my clit and reaches lower to press into my pussy. I'm so wet from literally the entire evening; there's no resistance. If anything, my cunt sucks him and the device deeper. The entire fucking time he slowly fucks me with the toy, he holds eye contact with me.

"Ripper," I whisper-moan, then immediately pout when his hand pulls away and leaves the toy inside of me. More. I need more.

He licks his bottom lip and something audible clicks between us. "What did I tell you to call me?" he asks at the same time a low thrum of vibrations makes the walls of my pussy convulse.

"Oh fuck," I hiss, grappling for purchase on his shoulders. "Ripley!"

"Good Kitty. Now," he says and pulls away, turning the vibrations off with another click. "Go have fun with Jake."

He saunters off with a bright red remote in his hand, basically fucking showcasing that he's going to torture me the entire time I'm talking to another man. Clever stalker.

A thunk beside my hips makes me snap my knees shut just in time before Jake sees something I really don't need him to. "Alright, let's talk about Friday night game time because I desperately need you to come hang out with me while everyone else plays poker. It's boring as shit, but it's family night, so we're required to go."

"Well let's see," I drawl and grab the beer beside me. "I got a group hug from all the club girls, a free drink, watched some hot sex, got some action myself, and you weren't hurt for being an ass...I'm totally coming back here obviously!"

Our combined laughter is interrupted by a wave of desperate arousal as the vibrator bursts to life again. Yeah...I'll take more of this.

Chapter Seventeen

Parker (Spider)

Walking Cassidy back to our house is a hardship I didn't fucking ask for. I'm the last fucking person that should be doing this. Hell, even Ticket is a better option, but when she slipped out the doors of the clubhouse, I had no choice but to follow.

She's a fucking liability. I don't care how safe our compound is; Cassidy needs to be more careful. And aware.

"AH! Jesus, Eight Legs, you scared me." Hands pressed to her cleavage, the woman breathes a sigh of relief when she realizes it's me who surprised her. I followed her all the way back to the house and jumped onto the porch to unlock the front door for her.

"Eight Legs?" Absentmindedly, I question her as I swing the heavy door open and wait for her to walk in ahead of me.

"Spiders have eight legs," she explains in a sing-song voice. Cassidy practically skips into the entryway, barely stopping to kick off her boots.

As I watch her float into the kitchen, I grind my molars and lock the door behind me. Already I'm questioning if the other three noticed her leave at the same time I did and I just reacted faster. Damn it. I don't care, but they do, so why am I here?

I keep my shoes on, eyeing her as she rummages around our kitchen as if she's completely comfortable here. "Are you drunk?"

Shoulders stiffening, Cassidy slams the fridge shut and glares at me. "You're on a roll trying to humiliate me tonight. No. I'm not. Ever hear of happiness?"

What?

"No?" she sasses. A big smile spreads across her face, then she jumps around in a circle. Is she high? "Happy like you're on cloud nine? Like you feel like you're finally making progress toward your dream?"

Her ridiculous spin comes to an end when I don't respond. A little frown mars her features, forcing me to acknowledge that I feel bad for dragging her down. "Do you have a dream, Spider?"