Chapter Five
“The sluts are not happy with you, Prez,” Nails said, taking a swig of his beer.
Rock watched as Adele spoke with one of the old ladies. Claire was one of the few women who came to their parties, and was an old lady to one of his men. He was pleased that Adele had someone to talk to, as all the club whores were giving her glares.
“I don’t give a fuck what they think.”
“They all thought they were in line for a bit of Prez action time. Kind of sad when you think about it.” Nails shook his head.
“She’s mine, Nails. Put the word out. She’s protected.”
“You’re claiming her as your old lady?”
“Yep. Just make sure she doesn’t know. I’ve not told her yet.”
He walked away to the sound of Nails laughing. Several of the men nodded in his direction. Banding an arm around Adele’s waist, he pulled her close. She stood out like a sore thumb, the blue dress she wore seeming more for a cocktail party than an MC club one.
“Hey, baby.”
“Where have you been keeping this one, Rock? I was surprised to see her here,” Claire said.
“I have my ways of keeping her safe.”
“You better. There are a lot of women who’d like to get her claws in her. It was nice meeting you.” Claire kissed Adele’s cheek and left him alone.
Spinning her around in his arms, he was aware of nearly all eyes from the club staring at him.
Adele wrapped her arms around his neck, seemingly oblivious to their current attention. This was the first time he’d brought a woman here. Adele was different. She wasn’t part of the club in any way.
“I wish you’d told me what I should wear.”
Most of the women were in skimpy outfits, leaving nothing to imagination. Even with the fabric molding to every curve of her body, it left people guessing to what was under it. He liked that none of the brothers had tasted this woman’s sweetness.
“I don’t think you should change a damn thing.” He pulled her close, putting his hands on her ass. “You look sexy as fuck to me.”
“I stick out, Rock. You don’t think I look silly to you?”
“Nope. You look like my woman, and I’ve got no problem with that.” He pulled her onto the dance floor, not caring that others watched.
He’d never given any of the women even a notion of belonging to him. Kissing Adele’s neck, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her being in his arms. She teased the hairs at the back of his neck, and his cock was getting hard once again.
One time, or even one day, or a week, were not enough to stem his arousal for her. She was in his veins, under his skin. He couldn’t get enough of her, and didn’t want to.
“I want to take you upstairs and fuck you so hard that you’re screaming for more.”
“Oh, my, you can’t say that kind of stuff here right now. People are watching.”
“If you look closely enough, people are also fucking.”
He spun her around so that her back was to him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he refused to let her go. He didn’t mind giving her space to talk with Claire, but he wouldn’t let her on her own.
Some of the club bitches liked to say some nasty shit, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with their drama. He just wanted Adele to get used to his world, and to, he hoped, be part of it.
“Oh, my,” she said. “They are.”
“It gets a little crazy at these kinds of things.”
“I think I need some air.”
He kept hold of her hand, and they made their way outside. Several brothers were outside, and they gave him a wave as he passed. Moving around the back of the clubhouse, he pressed her up against the wall.
Rock was about to kiss her when he saw the tears in her eyes. “Babe, what is it?” Had he missed something? Did one of the men say shit, or the women?
He didn’t like her crying; every protective instinct rushed forward, and all he knew he had to do was protect her. Anyone who hurt his woman would know they had suddenly started a war with him.
“I don’t belong here.”
“What?”
“Look at me, Rock. You must be so embarrassed.” She dropped her hands, and her body seemed to slump as if she was giving up.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head up so that her lips were close. “The last thing I think about when I look at you is being embarrassed, Adele. I can’t even believe you’d think that.”
“I’m not like those women. I can’t be like that.”
“Then thank fuck, because I wouldn’t want you. Do you see me panting after them? Do you see me caring what’s happening with them? Or spending hours looking for a damn car just so my woman will get from A to B safely? No. I don’t want them. I don’t even want you to dress like them. You’re my woman. My lady, and that’s how I want it to be. None of the brothers have ever known what you feel like. They don’t know how tight your pussy is or how good you moan my name when you come. I like that. You’re all mine, and in this club, that means something.” He watched as she licked her lips. The tears had begun to slow down. “I don’t want you to be anything else. I like you just the way you are.”
To finish, he took possession of her mouth and pressed his cock against her body, letting her know exactly how good she felt against him.
****
Rock’s lips on her neck felt so good. Adele gripped his leather jacket as the cool air brushed along her skin. The party was more explicit than she had thought it would be. Claire had warned her to stay away from the free pussy in the club. They wouldn’t like her taking Rock.
Was Rock hers to take?
She didn’t want to share him with anyone. The thought of other women touching him filled her with a need to stake her claim on him.
He was hers, no one else’s.
His hand moved to her knee, and he began to push her dress up. Rock was breaking every single one of her rules, and she didn’t care.
Rock made her want to be wild, to finally unleash her needs. Her pussy was so wet, so slick that she knew the moment he touched her panties, he’d feel her reaction to him.
She wanted his cock, craved it.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she met him stroke for stroke, their teeth snapping together as the kiss they shared deepened.
“Fuck, baby, I need to stop,” he said, kissing down to her neck, sucking on the pulse.
Resting her head against the wall, she gasped as he finally cupped her aching pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please, Rock, I need you.”
He tore at her panties, and she watched as he placed the torn fabric into his jacket pocket. There was something so hot about that. Did he consider them a trophy? Something to be won?
His hand returned to her pussy, and he slid a finger through her slit, teasing her clit, stroking the swollen bud.
“You feel so good,” he said, moving that finger down to plunge inside her.
He added a second finger, and she gripped the back of his head as he ravished her neck. He was hitting all the right spots, making her ache in all the ways she had long since thought she couldn’t.
“I want you to come for me, and then I want to take you right here.”
“Someone could see.”
“No. I won’t let them see you.” He cupped her face with his free hand. “You’re all mine, Adele. I want you—no, I need you—to trust me with this. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
He was saying all the right words, and she couldn’t keep her heart out of the equation, not with Rock. For the past couple of months she’d been working for him, and secretly yearning for him at the same time.
With two fingers within her, he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her clit. The pleasure was coming all over her body, and there was no way for her to control it.
She gasped his name as her orgasm rushed through her, shocking her with the force. Rock kept teasing her, driving her crazy with need.
Only when he was ready did he remove his fingers.
Adele watched, almost mesmerized as he stepped back, unbuckling his belt and releasing his cock. Even in the darkness of night, she saw the outline of his impressive dick. It was long, thick, and belonged to her.
He lifted her up. “I want those eyes on me.”
She couldn’t look away. He held her attention, no one else.
His cock moved across her slit, and she released a gasp as with one thrust, he filled her completely.
“None of those bitches mean a damn thing to me, Adele. You, on the other hand, you mean a lot to me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as he began to ride her. He was slow, each stroke making her aware of just how big he was.
His arms surrounded her, and she didn’t want this moment to end.
“You’re mine, Adele. Always.” He claimed her lips, and he was as good at kissing as he was at fucking.
From the moment she had taken the interview to clean his clubhouse, she’d known he was going to mean something to her. She wasn’t a scary stalker, and hadn’t even thought for a second that he’d look to her as his woman.
This was … surreal.
The passion he ignited within her scared her.
She didn’t want to be with anyone else.
He was an MC Prez, and she was a cleaner. She could handle this life with him.
Rock began to thrust within her, getting closer to his release. She held him as he grunted out his climax. His lips kept kissing her neck. He didn’t let her go straight away, and right in that moment she didn’t want him to go.
When the sounds of footsteps got closer, Rock looked up. “Fuck off.” He snapped out the words, and whoever it was apologized, and left.
He returned his attention to her. “I told you I wouldn’t let anyone see you.” He cupped her cheek. “I’m keeping my promise.”
To Adele, he did the sweetest things. Buying her a car, taking her for a ride. Even opening doors for her, and of course getting her an ice cream. There was so much to Rock, yet she felt like she’d not even gotten close to really knowing him.
“Do you want to go home?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. This is your club. Your party, and I think you should dance with me a little more.”
He pulled out of her, and used her panties to wipe his cum away.
Should she be disgusted? She found it sweet that he’d do that for her. He took her hand, leading her into the clubhouse.
Adele noticed several women giving her the stink eye. She made a note to never be alone with them.
She could do this.
Even though she stuck out like a sore thumb in the conservative dress, she belonged to Rock.
Just the thought of his brand of ownership made her wet.