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“An exception for me?”
I shrug like it’s no big deal. “Sweet cheeks, you destroyed me in there earlier. The least I can do is give you the trophy you deserve,” I reply with a wink, thrusting my hips a little, and she rolls her eyes.
A groan almost tumbles from my lips as she places the palm of her hand against the zipper of my jeans. She circles the outline of my cock, and I flex in her hand as she glances at where we’re touching before meeting my eyes.
“Is it just for show or does the owner know how to use it?”
Her quick wit is slaying me, her rapid fire banter only making me harder for her.
“Come take the lead, Scar, and you’ll find out for yourself,” I murmur as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “I’m only doing this if I know you want it, sweet cheeks. So what’s it going to be?”
My pulse rings in my ears, begging and pleading with her to want this as badly as I do. The second her smirk teases at the corner of her mouth, I know she’s right here with me.
“Fine. You know the rules, Gray. Fuck her in this room, and she becomes a Ruthless Bitch when she’s wearing your cum with pride,” Molly hollers, pounding the table for good measure, but my eyes are fixed on Scarlett’s.
Without missing a beat, she lifts up in the booth and drapes her thighs on either side of mine. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the material separating us and my dick fucking loves it.
“Are you going to wear my cum with pride, Scar?”
“Only if you can keep it off the tip of my tongue by the time we’re done.”
Fuck.
TEN
Scarlett
My heart beats wildlyin my chest, matching the slightest bit of trembling in my fingertips as I look deep into Gray’s eyes. I don’t know whether I’m stuttering with nerves or raw fucking need for the man beneath me. The sultry look in his eyes has my body moving on its own accord, and I realize I’m straddling his lap. But now that I’m here, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
When I press down against his length, my core clenches at his hardness. Even with both of our jeans creating a barrier between us, it’s undeniable, and I’m needy as hell. This isn’t just a show for him, he wants this, wants me, just as much as I want him, and if it’s a rite of passage they want, I’m more than willing to follow throughifit’s in the hands of this man.
I can sense eyes on us from all directions, especially from Ryker, who is still in his seat beside us, while the girls continue to drill holes into the back of my head. I’m sure with my back turned, Molly is drawing a crowd and making a spectacle of me, but I refuse to let her get under my skin despite her attempts. I may not have done this whole rite of passage bullshit before, but I’ve witnessed it unfold too many times to count.
Shit, I distinctly remember what Belinda, one of the club whores back at the Reapers, said to me once,“Honey, we were put on this earth to have a good time or no time at all, and I ain’t living with the latter. They’re going to be watching me whether I want them to or not, so what it boils down to is whether I want to put on a show or let the club down. Because what folk don’t tell you is, they might call us whores but we’re a fucking staple to this club, a foundation the men don’t even realize is propping them up just as much as the bar is. Besides, when I’m enjoying myself under this roof, I feel like I’m on top of the goddamn world.”
“What’s your first move, Scar?” Gray’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. The noise from the club filters into my ears for the briefest of moments before my attention settles back on him.
The fact that he calls me bymynickname and not the generic one I’m sure he’s used on hundreds of women before has me leaving my inhibitions behind. Relaxing my shoulders back, I don’t answer him with words and use actions instead.
I reach for his neck, flexing my fingers along his throat and feeling the bob of his Adam’s apple. My tongue peeks out, running along my lips, thirsty for a taste of him. But as I inch his head back, exposing more of his throat to me, I don’t go for his skin.
Instead, I move to his cut, where the badge readsV. President, and only when his eyes reach mine do I place an exaggerated kiss over the writing. With my eyes fixed on his, I feel his pulse quicken.
Belinda was right; I do feel like I’m on top of the world with this man’s reaction when I technically haven’t touched him properly yet.
Fuck the rest of them. Fuck whoever is watching. Right now, it’s just him and me.
I drag my thumb over the leather where my lips just touched, the cotton of his patch, before I slowly rise up onto my knees. The second I move, his hands grab my waist like he’s worried I’m leaving, but that’s far from the truth.
The awareness I have of his proximity and the touch of his skin against mine has my core tensing. I can practically feel his fingertips searing into my skin.
Flexing my hand at his throat, I lean in close enough so the tips of our noses brush, when the mouthy bitch that started all of this chimes in.
“I don’t think so. Gray doesn’t kiss on the mouth.” Her words slice through the moment between us, reminding me that we’re truly not alone right now.
I don’t turn to look at her, keeping my gaze locked on Gray instead as his brows furrow.
“Listen, Blondie, tell this bitch face that you don’t get an exception unless you’re exceptional, and I’m exceptional as hell,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his as I speak.
