“Best fucking pie ever,” I said with my mouth full, shrugging the whore’s hands off my shoulders. I didn’t want his leftovers especially when he had just blown his load in her mouth. Gross. I’ll stick with my pie.
“You guys really went all out. I don’t remember baked goods at any other club party,” I said to Jack, licking the filling from my thumb.
“Where did you get that?” He asked, standing tall, looking at my lap like there was fire on top of it and not a pie.
I licked my lips, widening my eyes as he grabbed the pie from me, searching around the clubhouse—for what, I wasn’t quite sure of. I don’t know. The man is crazy. Like, literally, he’s bipolar.
“Hey wait a minute, give that back, man!” I shouted angrily, reaching for the pie.
“Where. Did. You. Get. The. Fucking. Pie.” He hissed.
“Some fucking hot blonde brought it by before she took off,” I responded, holding out my hands for the pie. “Now give it back.”
He glanced back down at the pie before shoving it back into my hands.
He was fucking lucky he did the right thing. I was about to throw down.
“Where is she now?”
I shrugged my shoulders, repositioning myself on the couch and took another taste.
“Blackie was on her like white on rice, bet he knows where the pie goddess is,” I pointed out. “Do a brother a solid? When you find her ask her if she’ll be my personal baker, will you?”
Hey a man could hope, right?
The Bulldog stalked off, in true tough guy fashion, but at least he left me his brunette and the pie. She was a persistent little thing, bending over giving me a prime view of her ass as her skirt hiked up. She looked over her shoulder, made sure she had my attention before turning back around and taking a seat on my lap.
She nodded toward the pie as she ran her hand up my thigh and cupped my cock.
“Can I have a taste?” She asked, stroking me through my jeans.
I lifted my fingers to her lips and watched her tongue slide out and wrap around them, licking them clean of the filling.
Fuck it!
I pushed the pie to the side and grabbed her hips, centering her so she had one leg on either side of me and gripped her hips. She leaned in for a kiss but I flipped her hair over her shoulder and pressed my mouth to her neck.
No mouth.
Not hers.
She ground herself against my cock and reached for my zipper as I sucked on her neck. She whispered dirty incentives into my ear as I arched my hips. My hands moved underneath her skirt, squeezing her ass before reaching between her legs to push her thong aside. She reached inside my jeans, pressing the heel of her hand against my dick. I pulled back, raising her off me to pull my pants down and bare my cock to her. She flipped her head back and for some reason, I lifted my head and my eyes locked with the pair of baby blues I had been searching for all night.
I blinked, pushing the broad off my lap and leaned forward to get a better look, to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.
My Kitten stared back at me for a moment. Her eyes wide behind her glasses but there was something different about them. They were done up with that eye crap girls put on when they want to give a guy the “come fuck me” eyes. Kitten most definitely stared back at me with the come fuck me eyes. My eyes took in the rest of her, noting her hair was loose, falling around her face in waves. I couldn’t wait to pull it.
She was wearing a tight black dress that stopped mid-thigh and high on the neck. Her tits were completely covered, and I started thinking of the quickest way to get to them. I decided I’d pull the collar of her dress down her shoulders until the girls sprang free. It seemed like the quickest and easiest way to get my mouth on her.
I stood tall, pulling my pants up, ready to claim what was mine and give her what her eyes told me they wanted but she turned abruptly, grabbing Bones by his cut and wrapping her arms around him. That’s when I saw the back of her dress was missing, exposing her creamy olive skin to me and every fucking guy in here.
Bones grinned at her, snaking his arm around her to place his hand against the small of her back, slowly working it up her bare skin.
I pulled the gun from my back pocket, not thinking, not fucking caring, just knowing no one’s hands, other than my own, belonged on Lauren.
“Whoa, brother, what the hell are you doing?” Wolf asked me, stepping into my line of sight.
“Get the fuck out of my way, Wolf,” I growled, looking over his shoulder as Lauren turned around and shimmied her ass against Bones. He grabbed her hips and moved with her, thrusting his hips against her to the beat of the music. She smiled, her eyes scanning the room until they locked with mine again, and then she narrowed them at me.
The come fuck me eyes were gone, replaced with fuck you eyes.
I pushed Wolf out of my way and stalked toward her, her eyes drifting down to the gun in my hand and widening before she spun on her heel.
They spun around together, Bones kept his back toward me as Lauren tried to hide behind him.