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  “And they’d love that even more,” she says as she slows to a stop, rolling down the window to speak with a guy that’s standing on our side of a massive privacy fence.

  “What are you doing?” I snap. The cool spring air rushes in the window, and I regret not having brought a light jacket.

  My pulse pounds in my ears as the leather vest wearing guy bends down to look inside of the car. His bright blue eyes and well-trimmed beard are the last things I expect to see standing outside of a notorious motorcycle club. He doesn’t even come close to the scarred, dirty-bearded men I anticipate meeting tonight.

  “Hey, Pete,” Mols says as he smiles in her direction.

  “Princess,” he responds.

  My friend grumbles as he turns his attention in my direction. “Who do we have here?”

  “This is Z—”

  I clear my throat, reminding her of our agreement.

  “This is Candi,” she corrects, “My friend from school.”

  “Hey, Sugar,” he purrs almost too seductively.

  Jesus, he’s potent. Now I fully understand why so many of the girls from school wanted to come here. He’s not intimidating at all, oozing sex and charm. I wasn’t exactly on board with bedding some filthy biker but was resigned to it. I can’t be the only one who has a sex bucket list. Fucking a biker has always been in my top five. Sometimes it hits number one, depending on how much of an ass my father is being. He hates bikers, and I’ve always liked off-limit things.

  “Let us in, Pete,” Mols says breaking the spell between us.

  My teeth sink into my bottom lips as I mentally begin to map out my night. Figuring how to get back out here to this guy is top on my list.

  “No one told me you’d be here tonight, Princess.” Pete stands to his full height, and all I can see through Mol's open window are his jean-clad crotch and muscular upper legs.

  Impressive.

  “Open the fucking gate, Pete,” she hisses.

  Pete grumbles something about spoiled brats, but the gate, on some type of mechanical slide, pulls back.

  “He has potential,” I tell Mols as she drives through the gate before it closes again behind us.

  “Have some class, Candi. You want to fuck a biker, not a prospect.”

  “He’s cute,” I mutter. “And I have no fucking clue what a prospect is.”

  I said I always wanted to fuck a biker, not that I have any clue about them. SOA and some show I watched on Netflix are the only frames of reference I have, and there’s no way that clubs like SAMCRO exist because those types of people go to jail.

  “They’re all cute. Stick close to me tonight until you’re comfortable venturing off on your own.”

  A large building looms in front of us as we drive closer and park the car. Chills race down my spine as we leave the car and walk toward the entrance. There are people everywhere. Laughing, arguing, and the scent of alcohol combined with the musky scent of sex fills the thick air around us.

  If I thought my state of dress was going to be risqué for the Ravens Ruin clubhouse, I was wrong. I’ve only walked past one girl that actually had a shirt on. That chick, in particular, had her top up around her neck as two guys playfully fought over who was going to suck on her tits.

  “There’s enough to go around, boys,” the chick coos before looking over at us and winking in our direction.

  “Hey, Vixen,” Mols says as she passes the trio of people.

  “Hey, Princess,” Vixen answers before turning her attention back to her dual suitors.

  I grab my friend’s arm just as she pushes open the front door to the huge, rectangular building. I spin her around until she’s facing me.

  “When you told me you’d been here before, you made it sound like you’d only been once or twice.” I narrow my eyes at her. “The way these people talk to you tells a different story.”

  “You made your own assumptions. I grew—”

  “Molly!”

  We both turn at the interruption, watching as a gorgeous man with dark-blond hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen outside of a magazine cover walks toward us.

  “I thought bikers were ugly,” I mutter as the Adonis wraps my friend in a hug.

  “He is ugly,” Molly says as she pushes him away and swats at his chest.

  “I’m the hottest guy here,” the gorgeous guy says as he releases my friend and trails his eyes up my body. “Who do we have here?”

  “Gross,” Molly sputters on a laugh. “This is my good friend Z—Candi.”

  “Bet you taste like sugar.” His warm lips meet the back of my hand, his hair sweeping down like a curtain.

  “Leave her be, TJ,” Molly urges.

  “TJ?” My head snaps back as I pull my hand from his grip. “Your brother is the fucking Enforcer of the Ravens Ruin?”

  “Hell no,” Molly argues. “He’s a patched member, not on the council.”

  I point to the patch that’s as clear as day on the beautiful boy’s chest.

  Her eyes squint as if she’s seeing things in daylight for the first time. “What’s going on?”

  “A lot has happened since the last time we spoke,” TJ says softly.

  “We spoke two weeks ago,” she argues. “What possibly could’ve changed?”

  “Hey, Princess.”

  Molly freezes for a second before we both turn in the direction of the silky voice.

  “Briar,” she whispers as her throat works with a rough swallow.

  So this is the guy she won’t tell me about.

  I never took her for one to be into an older guy, but he’s one hell of a choice. Ice blue, almost translucent eyes look down on her. There has to be over a foot difference in their heights.

  “What is happening right now?” Molly asks on a whisper that’s quickly lost in the crowded room.

  “Prez is going to be pissed you’re here,” TJ says to her before looking back at me. “Catch me later, Candi. I can’t wait to get a taste.”

  He slaps my ass when he walks past. My eyes must widen like saucers because Briar pulls his attention from Molly and looks in my direction and chuckles.

  “Answer me, Briar. Why do you have the fucking VP patch on your cut?” He reaches up to cup her jaw, but she swats his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Enough,” he hisses, grabbing her hand and tugging her across the room.

  Stranded, all I can do is stare at their backs as they disappear into a dark hallway. So much for sticking close to each other tonight.

  My head whips around as I try to find TJ. He’s my only anchor in this chaos. Pot smoke fills my nostrils, burning my eyes as another guy clad in jeans and a leather vest walks past me.

  “Looking for a good time, honey?” His eyes are glossed over, and even if his smile is somewhat charming, he terrifies me.

  “N-no thanks.” I sidestep him and rush to the hallway that I saw Molly and Briar disappear down.

  My jaw drops when I hear low moans and gruff words of encouragement. There’s no fucking way Molly disappeared with that Briar guy and is screwing him that fast, but going by the sounds, that’s exactly what’s happening.

  Only when I step closer to the open door in the hallway, I realize I’ve made a mistake.

  Chapter 3

  Lynch

  “That’s it, Legs,” I grunt as the girl bounces up and down on my dick.

  “My name isn’t—”

  I slap her ass. “Doesn’t matter. Keep fucking me.”

  “I can’t believe I’m fucking you my first night here.”

  I shift my hips, ramming harder inside of her, praying it will be enough to make her shut her fucking mouth. Fucking the new chicks that come in is always hit or miss. If she keeps this shit up, tonight will end up in the miss bucket. If it wasn’t for her hoover-like mouth and legs that go on for days, she wouldn’t even have been given this opportunity.

  Ignoring the shadow that crosses the doorway, I urge the woman on my cock with a few grunts of pleasure
.

  “That’s it,” I praise. “Harder.”

  “Oh god,” she moans.

  “There’s no god here, babe.”

  She smiles wickedly and bounces even harder.

  Shadows from the hall cross the room again, and it’s enough to draw my attention. I don’t mind people watching me fuck, but loitering without letting themselves be known is irritating.

  “Hey, you,” I snip when I see a pretty girl hovering in the doorframe.

  Legs tries to turn her head, but I grip her ass harder. “Keep working.”

  I regret not waiting twenty minutes longer to come in here. If I’d known that this sexy bitch was in the cards tonight, I would’ve bided my time.

  “Get in here,” I order, smiling when she looks over her shoulder as if she isn’t sure I’m speaking to her. “Now.”

  She moves as if her ass is on fire until she’s standing on the side of the bed. Her high cheekbones flush a soft pink, and her eyes rest solely on mine even though I can tell she wants to look down at where the action is taking place, and fuck if I don’t want her to also.

  My cock stiffens further when her dark eyes blink slowly. Legs moans her own pleasure, but my focus is no longer on the girl who’s rocking back and forth on my dick.

  “You’re new.”

  “I think I’m just going –” She points over her shoulder toward the door, taking a small step backward. “I can come back later.”

  “Stop,” I hiss.

  Like every other person who walks into my clubhouse, she stops and listens, obeying my command.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Candi.”

  Legs snorts at her answer, and I smack her ass.

  “Yes,” Legs moans, but she’s not the one I’m focused on now.

  “Don’t stop,” I warn when Legs slows down. She doubles her effort, and I smile over at Candi, whose cheeks are flaming red now. “Come here, Candi. I want to taste you.”

  She grumbles something about you’re not the only one.

  “Candi,” I warn when she doesn’t step closer. “Come here.”

  She’s a mixture of terror and arousal. If she were a foot closer, I bet I could smell the wetness that’s certainly soaking her panties.

  “Take your top off.”

  Hesitantly she reaches for the bottom hem of her tank before inching it up her flat stomach.

  “Bra too,” I urge when she fists the fabric of her tank in her hand the second it clears her head.

  It’s warm in the room, but that doesn’t keep the wave of chill bumps from rushing over her exposed flesh.

  “So pretty,” Legs purrs when Candi reaches between her breasts and pops open the front closure.

  I don’t know if she’s teasing me on purpose, but I growl when her arms close over the front of her body. A quick flash of dark nipple is all I get to see before she hides again.

  “Arms down,” I urge. Even with charm in my voice, she takes a handful of seconds before she uncovers herself.

  “Makes my mouth water,” Legs says as if reading my mind.

  “Bring ‘em here,” I insist, pulling one hand from Legs’ ass to reach for the dark-haired beauty.

  With heavy breaths, Candi glances one more time at the open doorway before slowly closing the gap between us.

  “That’s it,” I encourage as she inches closer.

  When have I ever been this fucking patient? Getting this chick’s tits in my mouth is like trying to lure an injured animal out from under the house.

  Once she’s in grabbing distance, I grip her wrist and pull her closer. My mouth opens, sucking her nipple into the wet heat of my mouth in the blink of an eye.

  “So jealous,” Legs groans as I swell impossibly larger inside of her.

  Candi is sweet, with the slightest hint of salty, probably sweat from fear of being in here with me.

  Her tip furls on my tongue as I draw it in deeper. It’s enticing but doesn’t even come close to quenching my desire. She grumbles her disapproval when I release her with a pop and pull my head away.

  “Get those shorts off, babe.”

  Her head nods up and down like she’s agreeing, but her hands remain stiff at her sides.

  “Off,” I repeat, trying to reach for the zipper without dumping Legs on the floor.

  Her fingers replace mine, but they tremble as she grips the waistband of her shorts and pushes them down.

  “Do you want this?” I’ve never had a girl tell me no once in my life, but I figure it’s bound to happen eventually. Forcing women isn’t something I do, and sure as fuck isn’t something I’d tolerate in this clubhouse. My men know that, but it doesn’t look like Candi is so sure.

  “I want it,” she whispers as her eyes dart to Legs.

  With all of the attention on her, the blonde on my dick doubles her efforts.

  “No, babe,” I correct. “Your seat is up here.”

  I point to my mouth, smiling before sweeping my tongue out over my lower lip.

  “Let me taste you.”

  She grips my hand for support as she places her knees on the bed.

  “Fuck yeah,” I groan when she lifts one leg to straddle my face. Her scent fills my nostrils, and it’s as if I’m thirteen again and getting my first taste of heavenly pussy. Anxious to taste her, I nip at her inner thigh before she can even get settled.

  “You didn’t eat my pussy,” Legs complains as she slows her ride.

  She’s not lying. Most girls that walk into this club, I wouldn’t even consider touching with my mouth. Hell, some girls have waltzed in here thinking they’re God’s gift to every man on earth, and I wouldn’t even chance touching them with my wrapped dick. I’m very fucking selective, but there’s something innocent about the timid girl that just settled her ass on my chest. My eagerness may bite me in the ass later, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take right now.

  Lifting my head, I look around Candi’s trim thigh. “Shut up, or get out.”

  Legs responds by leaning back with her hands on my thighs and scraping her pussy down my length. Jesus, it feels so fucking good.

  Candi’s fingers are still trembling when she reaches down and shifts her lacy black panties to the side revealing the perfection I’ve wanted in my mouth since I saw her watching from the doorway.

  I look up, finding her gripping the headboard, curled over me, with all of her attention focused down on where my mouth is mere inches from her heated flesh. Long, silky waves of dark hair cocoon us, separating us from the world. The only thing that could make this more perfect…

  “Oh,” she sighs when my tongue stiffens and sweeps her clit.

  Smiling against her warm flesh, I twist my lips until I can suck more of her into my mouth.

  “So fucking sweet,” I praise as my tongue slips lower, lapping up her desire.

  Her hips rock slightly before stilling. Looking up, her eyes are still on mine. She nods, her head only moving the faintest of an inch. Her encouragement is all I’ll ever need. Taking a deep breath, I fucking dive in and devour her. The licking, sucking, and tongue fucking goes on for days, and I’m certain drowning in her dripping pussy is the perfect fucking way to die.

  “Oh shit,” she pants.

  When I look up, I see Legs gripping Candi’s gorgeous tits, as my dark-haired beauty leans her back against my dick rider’s chest. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her chest is the prettiest rose pink I’ve ever seen. I’m fixing to tell Legs to let go. Surely the pinching grip she has on Candi’s nipples must hurt, but her pussy begins to quiver against my mouth in orgasm.

  “Fuck, babe, that’s it.” My eyes flutter closed as she peaks, and my mouth is the winner of every ounce of her release. “Jesus.”

  My legs spasm, shaking almost violently as I join her over the edge. At twenty-seven years old, I thought I’d experienced every amazing thing that sex had to offer. How in the hell does a girl coming on my mouth just become the best fucking sexual experience of my life?

  L
egs moans, pussy trembling on my dick. Somehow a perfectly choreographed dance just played out in this bed. It’s left me boneless, yet hungry for more.

  Chapter 4

  Candi

  I’d fall over and roll off this damn bed if I weren’t sitting on this guy’s chest. I’m certain of it. I can’t even look him in the eyes as I shift and try to climb down. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place.

  “Where are you going?” The husky, sexually satisfied tone of his voice is almost enough to make me want to stay here for the rest of the night. The warmth of his breath on my overly sensitive skin is just enough to urge me to move away. His grip remains.

  “That was perfect,” the other girl says as she crashes down on the bed beside him.

  His eyes don’t shift from mine. Not even when the blonde runs her hand up my thigh. I defer to him. Why I so easily hand that power over, I don’t know.

  “See ya later, Legs,” he grumbles, replacing her hand with his.

  “Sure thing, Prez,” she purrs with sincere enthusiasm before climbing off the bed.

  I don’t look over my shoulder, and neither does he, but it’s easy to tell that Legs is grabbing her things. The hinges squeak when she closes the door behind her, and the sudden silence of being alone together fills the room around us.

  “Prez?” I finally manage. “As in the President of the Ravens Ruin club?”

  He nods, a quick dip of his chin as a smile spreads his face.

  “Believe me, the President of the Ravens Ruin is the last person you should be interested in. My advice would be to steer clear of him at all costs. He’s a devious bastard.” Molly’s words chose this inopportune time to come rushing back.

  “Welcome to my clubhouse.”

  I stiffen immediately. He doesn’t seem devious, but it’s clear by the welcome that Molly got earlier that she knows more about this club than I ever will.

  “You’re trembling,” he observes, running his hand up my thigh until it skates over my stomach and higher to tease my nipple.

  I may be sitting on his chest, but I have no false illusions that I have any power over this man.

  “The um… the… it was nice. It takes a while for my body to settle after I come so hard.” It’s not one hundred percent a lie, but it isn’t even close to the truth either.