Face—healed.
Makeup—flawless.
Dress—skin tight.
Heels—sky high and expensive.
Husband—waiting.
Everything is in place to leave, and yet I find myself staring into the mirror. I don’t know why, but I feel anxious. Maybe it’s because of everything that happened when I went to the city, or maybe it’s just me being a complete wuss.
“Sunshine, you ready?” he asks, rapping on the bathroom door.
I take in a deep breath and tell him yes before I open the door. He’s standing on the other side, his eyes dragging from my black Louboutins to my bright red, bandage, strapless, mini dress with a thick gold zipper that is the entire length of the front. Then he scans my hair, long and in soft waves, his eyes take in my face before they finally settle on my gaze.
“Maybe we should stay home?” he grunts.
“Not this again. Let’s go,” I state, turning to grab my purse from the counter before I start to walk toward him.
He doesn’t move. I stand just inches away from him, waiting for him to step back. He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts his hand to tangle it in the back of my hair. He tugs me closer, forcing me to press my body against his. I grab hold of his hips to keep from falling down. His nose skims alongside mine, and his breath fans my face in a sigh.
“So beautiful. I don’t deserve you at all, sunshine,” he whispers. I close my eyes and let out a breath of my own at his words. “I want to give you the world; not just shit we can both afford, but the shit that’s priceless. A family, love, and happiness.”
I feel my eyes watering, but I beat back the tears, not wanting to have to re-do my entire face before we leave. I inhale deeply, trying to keep from crying as he tugs my hair slightly, forcing my head back so that I’m looking into his green eyes.
“I love you, Sloane,” I whisper.
“Love you, too, baby,” he murmurs before he presses his lips to mine softly, careful not to smear my red lipstick. “Let’s get going, so I can fuck you later.”
A thrill shimmies up and down my spine at the thought. The last time we were in his room at the club, he gave me so many orgasms, I swear it took me a full week to recoup. It was fantastic.
I smile and nod as his hand slides from my hair down my spine, running over my lower back before he gabs ahold of my ass, giving it a rough squeeze with a grunt.
We take his car, and I am so thankful he isn’t making me ride his bike in this dress. I honestly don’t think it would even stretch enough for me to straddle his seat. Sloane’s fingers tease the inside of my thigh, and I let out a trembling exhale, wishing for them to travel further up my leg. They don’t.
The clubhouse parking lot is packed full, and I wonder just who the hell is here. It seems like way too many cars, trucks, and bikes. I turn to Sloane and he is looking around the parking lot as well, except he doesn’t look confused.
“This is a lot of people,” I mention, trying to figure out what’s happening.
“It’s a party, baby—an open party,” he shrugs as he opens the door and climbs out.
He walks over to my side and helps me out of the car, but he doesn’t allow me to even take a step before he’s picking me up and cradling me in his arms.
My eyes widen in surprise as I let out a yelp. “What are you doing?”
“Expensive shoes. I know them when I see them, sunshine.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself closer and resting my head against his shoulder as I press my lips to the underside of his jaw. My sweet, rough man—a thought I didn’t think I would ever have about Sloane Huntington.
“Kippy called me yesterday,” he mentions as he walks. I wait for him to continue. “He sounds better. Now that he’s away and he can tell mom’s doing okay, he seems more at ease.”
“Poor Kip. That was a lot to happen at once,” I murmur.
He grins and holds me a little tighter. “He contacted a sibling. She’s only a year younger than me,” he rumbles.
“Seriously?” I cry.
“Didn’t even know who dad was. Didn’t know who her own father was. I told Kip, though he was an asshole, at least we knew where we came from,” he murmurs. “You call him on Sunday, maybe, talk to him. You guys have a special relationship. Make sure he’s really doing okay for me.”
I smile, pressing my lips to the underside of his jaw again before peeking my tongue out to taste his skin. As always, he tastes delicious as all hell. He squeezes me close then sets me down on my feet at the entrance to the clubhouse.
I see the prospect leaning against the building, the same one that I gave ice water to a few days ago. I smile at him, but he ignores me and looks from me to Sloane, with a little fear in his eyes.
Once we’re inside, I instantly feel claustrophobic. Since I wasn’t one for MC parties, I have never been to one like this before. I came to some of the family things, but in general, if I wasn’t hanging out with the other Old Ladies, I wasn’t anywhere near this place.
Sloane wraps his hand around mine and tugs me forward. He then turns to me and leans down to whisper in my ear. “I should have made sure your brand was visible. Sorry, sunshine. You have to stick to my side all night long, no matter what.”
I shiver at his warning and nod, my hand gripping his a little tighter than before as I plaster the front of my body to the back of his. I feel like a doe caught in headlights as I look around at the crush of people. They’re everywhere, and I don’t recognize any of them. That is, until they part a little bit and I’m brought over to the same corner where the couples always are and I see my friends. All except Ivy.
My brow furrows as I look for her.
“Ivy’s not feeling well,” Colleen states. “And Teeny is on bedrest.”
Sloane thrusts a beer in my hand, and I turn from Colleen to thank him. I don’t even get to say the words because his lips touch mine and his hand travels down to my ass and gives it a squeeze. I can’t help the squeak that escapes me. Sloane pulls me down on his lap. We spend the evening talking to our friends. The music is loud, and the smell of pot wafts through the air.
I keep glancing up at Sloane to see if he seems edgy or needy for drugs, but he’s acting completely normal, aloof, and relaxed. I find myself relaxing even more.
This is the second party we’ve been to since he’s been clean. I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips that this man, this version of Sloane, seems as though he’s here to stay.
Mary-Anne and I chat about her new baby boy a little, but she asks MadDog to take her home early, due to the amount of smoke that’s quickly filling the room.
Texas and Colleen are next to leave, and then Torch and Cleo. I can tell Cleo is tired as she yawns and rubs her belly. Once they’ve all left, Sloane turns us toward the crazy part of the room. There are naked women walking around everywhere.
We walk over to the pool tables, and I’m not surprised to see Grease fucking Serina from behind as she sucks some stranger’s dick. It’s when I notice that Grease is actually fucking her ass, because there’s another man beneath her, that my eyes widen.
Sloane walks us over to the bar. Even though it’s extremely crowded, he has beers in his hand, along with a couple of shots that are placed on the bar top, almost immediately. I reach for the shots and take one, watching as he does as well before he hands me my beer.
He then presses his palm to my lower back and pushes me through the crowd. I drink my beer, wondering where on earth we’re going when we pass the pool tables, the sofas that are against the wall, and then turn left down a hallway that I’ve never been to before.
I know that the whore’s rooms are down here, so it’s not like I’ve ever wished to come down here; but I’m surprised to see a big room off to the left. I’m even more surprised by the activities happening inside of this room.
There are naked people everywhere. Not one person has clothes on, except for a few people who are sitting on the leather sofas that line two of the four walls. There is plush carpeting and a few lounge chairs that people are screwing on in the middle of the room. Most, but not all, are with multiple partners, and it makes me wonder what exactly is happening here.
“Sloane?” I whisper, my voice strained with worry.
“We’re just gonna watch, baby,” he murmurs as he presses his lips to my forehead and guides me over to a sofa. He doesn’t let me sit. He pulls me down across his lap. “You mentioned what you did about Destini and the bar. I’m not sure I could fuck you in the bar like that, or even in here. If you wanted me to, I would, but I think you said that more out of shock value,” he says, whispering against my shoulder, his lips touching me with each word he speaks. “But I thought maybe you might want to watch a little.”
“Sloane,” I say shakily.
“See those three in the middle?” he mutters.
My eyes turn to the four people in the middle of the room. It’s a whore I’ve seen before. I can’t remember her name, but she was here before I left three years ago. She’s lying down with a man fucking her pussy. There’s a woman sitting on her face as she eats her out. Then there’s another man sucking on the girl who riding the whore’s face.
“I’m sure you like that,” I snort, thinking about how any man would love two women.
“Mmm, I couldn’t let another man touch you. I’d be too fucking jealous,” he grunts against my shoulder before he nips my skin with his teeth.
“The feeling is mutual,” I state.
I feel his fingertips grazing the inside of my thigh, and then he wrenches my panties to the side as he slips two fingers inside of me. His tongue tastes my shoulder before he moves up to my neck, behind my ear and kisses me there.
“You like watching, though,” he whispers.
I lift one of my legs higher to give him more room, without showing everybody my center. I don’t answer, because it’s true. Seeing these people, their inhibitions shoved to the side as they pleasure each other, it’s sexy as hell.
“Will you come when they do?” he asks.
I whimper, my breathing shallowing as his fingers curl inside of me. I watch the three of them, the woman riding the whore’s face throws back her head as she starts to shake, her orgasm on the cusp of imploding. The man groans as he starts to thrust into the whore harder.
“Sloane,” I gasp as his thumb presses against my clit, applying pressure as he fucks me with his fingers.
Nipping my shoulder, he tells me to come, and I do right as I hear the man groan and the woman cry out with her own release. “If we don’t go to my room, I’m two seconds from fucking you right here and not giving a flying fuck who watches.”
I stand and hold out my hand for him as I adjust my tiny dress. I pull him toward his room as fast as my high heels will take me. Once we’re at his door, he presses me against it, his hips pressed close to my lower back as he pushes his hard cock against me. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream, sunshine,” he murmurs.
“Yes, please,” I whimper as I reach for the handle of the door.
He moans as his teeth sink into the lobe of my ear. “Maybe I’ll just fuck you right here, take you in the hall against this door?”
“Please do,” a voice laughs from behind us.
It’s like cold water is being doused over my entire body.
I close my eyes and curse to myself as soon as I realize who just spoke. I don’t turn completely around; my cock is hard and this cunt isn’t worth my full attention. I tip my head to the side before I speak to her, feeling Imogen stiffen beneath me.
“Don’t you have some cock to suck?” I ask.
“Are you offering, baby?” she coos.
I laugh. It causes my entire body to shake, but this bitch is pretty hilarious. “Bitch, I’m not offering you fucking shit. Take your little ass right on out of here. Learn when a man doesn’t want you, especially when a patched Devil doesn’t want you. You don’t learn that really quickly, you’ll find your whore ass working a street corner instead of being in a nice warm clubhouse. Now get the fuck out of the hallway before I march your raggedy ass out.”
I turn my head away from her, not wishing to see her reaction, mainly because I don’t give a fuck about her. I care about the woman in my arms, who is still stiff as a fucking board. I turn the handle of my door, pushing us inside before I slam it behind me and flip the lock closed.
“Sunshine,” I murmur.
She turns around to face me, her eyes bright and her smile wide. Then she laughs. It’s absolutely stunning.
“I wish that I could have seen her face,” she giggles as she shakes her head.
I grunt and grin at the same time, loving how happy she looks as she laughs. The heat has left, but I don’t mind. I’ll have fun building it back up again. Personally, I’m enjoying her smile and the fact that she didn’t let that whore get to her.
My eyes widen when she starts to unzip her dress. When she’s finished, it falls to the floor and she’s standing in front of me wearing her heels, black lacy panties, and a black strapless bra. My mouth goes fucking dry.
“Come on,” she says lifting her chin.
I shake my head as I strip out of my clothes, and then I stalk toward her, wrapping my hands around her small waist. “Can’t wait to make you scream, baby.”
She grins before she whispers, “I’m planning on it. I’m planning on this whole building knowing you’re making your wife come.”
“Fuck, yeah,” I grunt before I press my lips to hers, hard.
My fucking wife, so goddamn hot it sends a shot of fire down my spine.
Unhooking her bra, I let it fall to the ground before I pull her panties down. She steps out of the lacey material as I back her up against the edge of the bed.
My cock is close to exploding, and I close my eyes to try and calm myself down. I need her to torture me a little the way she likes, on top and with full reign.
“Ride me, baby. I want to watch you,” I murmur as my lips travel down her neck.
I bend a little further to draw one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking on her nipple before I flick the hardened bud with my tongue.
“Yes,” she hisses.
I release her with a pop and climb onto the bed, holding out my hand for her. She slips hers inside as she climbs over me, lining my cock with her slick, hot entrance.
I let my hands glide up her sides and cup her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples as she sinks down on top of me, taking my cock deep inside of her tight body. She doesn’t move, and I’m grateful for it, knowing I’m seconds away from exploding too early inside of her.
“Ride me nice and slow, sunshine,” I whisper, my jaw clenched tightly. “I want you to come again. Make yourself. Use me.”
“Sloane,” she says, trembling above me as she starts to roll her hips.
Imogen gives me a goddamn show to top any other show she’s ever given me. She fucking tortures me, and I let her. It’s the most beautiful torture I’ve ever received. My woman, my wife, enjoying my cock—a cock that is, for the rest of our lives, only hers.