“Thirty thousand.”
Everyone in the club turned to look at him in shock. He had never bid during the auctions since he had begun riding with the Dark Highwaymen.
“Going, going, gone,” Dee yelled out, her voice filled with relief.
“Bullshit! She was mine!” As Tank threw his chair at the stage, Broni didn’t move from the wood pieces as it broke apart.
“Cut it out, Tank. Rhys won fair and square,” Adam spoke above the loud voices.
“Rhys couldn’t have that many points.”
“Actually, he has twenty thousand left. He’s never bid before, and he takes the most dangerous runs,” Jace spoke up, holding the notebook up so that those next to him could see.
Tank shrugged away from one of his friend’s restraining hand, going to the bar, and grabbing Nikki by the arm. Rhys stood up, but Adam stepped in before Rhys had to.
“Leave the women alone tonight, Tank. Nikki’s not recovered from the last time you had her, and Layla, Dee and Becca are already spoken for tonight. You need to cool down before you touch another woman.”
“That’s the whole point of fucking them.” Tank sneered. Turning on his heel, he stormed from the club, his friends following quickly behind him.
Rhys caught the subtle movement of Adam motioning for Jace to follow. After he left, the music was turned back on. Rhys resumed his seat, motioning for Layla to bring him a glass of his bourbon while Broni jumped off the stage, tugging on a shirt Dee handed her. Rhys watched as it caught on the tip of her tit. She had to adjust it to pull it down. She then headed to his table with a grateful smile on her mouth.
Damn, Rhys said to himself. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to let Tank destroy her; now he was going to have to make it clear that he had done it so that she wouldn’t be hurt, not because he actually cared.
His thoughts about letting her go without touching her ended as he watched her tits bounce underneath the thin t-shirt she wore. He could always let her go when he was finished fucking her. Maybe.
Chapter 7
“Thank you, Rhys,” Broni said as she came to stand next to his table.
The experience of standing on that stage while half-naked with Tank’s intense focus on what he was going to do to her if he won had sent chills down her body. She was certain that she could have defended herself, yet it was much better if she never had to find out. It would have been impossible to continue to live in the clubhouse after she’d split him open with her sword, which was what she had planned if he had won. Outside, it would be much easier for her enemies to strike.
“Ready for bed?” His hoarse voice had Broni looking closer at his closed expression.
Broni nodded her head, relieved to be away from the scrutiny of the other bikers. Did they think he was going to fuck her on the table? She made no effort to hide her disgust as she followed Rhys to his room.
Once inside, she gathered a clean t-shirt and underwear, going to the shower. She took her time enjoying the silky feel of the water against her skin. Drying off, she dressed before going back to Rhys’s room where he was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. Broni knew what turmoil was running through his mind. His body stiffened as he became aware of her presence.
He stood up next to the bed as he took off his t-shirt and shoes. Broni watched every move he made, enjoying the sight of his muscular body. She licked her bottom lip when he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them to expose his already hard cock.
“You going to get naked?” Rhys asked.
Broni debated her next move.
“What if I don’t want to?” she replied, watching his reaction.
“Then get out and send Layla back here.”
Broni didn’t flinch from his harsh words. He would never give her the power of knowing he wanted her. She could satiate his lust or send another to take her place.
When she pulled off her panties first, his eyes went to her cleanly shaven pussy. Then they lifted pointedly to her t-shirt. Broni tugged it off, giving in willingly to his silent demand. His gaze remained on her full breasts as she moved forward. His cock had lengthened even further when her body had been completely exposed.
Her pink nipples tightened in the cool air, bouncing as she walked across the room to him. He lowered his lashes, hiding his eyes from her. He remained still after removing his jeans. The bastard wanted her to make the first move.
Her mouth watered as she stared at his body.
He eventually sat down on the bed, giving her a hard look, making sure she knew this was no heart and flowers moment. That it was what it was, what it would always be to him—fucking.
“Do you know what I want from you?”
“Yes.”
“If you stay, we’re going to fuck tonight, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck another bitch tomorrow. I don’t want to hear your shit when I do, either. If you’re not cool with that, then leave. The choice is yours.”
“I know. You’re not forcing me, Rhys. I know exactly what I want,” Broni said, leaning over him, brushing her lips over his firm shoulder.
“I’m protected, you don’t even have to use a condom if you don’t want too.”
A frown came to his face at her offer. He hadn’t fucked a woman without a condom since Deena. He’d never wanted to explore any of the other women’s bodies, however the woman in front of him had him wanting to take his time and leave his mark behind. That admission to himself was like a punch in his gut.
He only needed a quick fuck to relieve the fire in his dick and keep the shadows of his past away long enough to tire him out so he could find forgetfulness in sleep.
Rhys studied the woman. Her dark, black hair lay tousled on her shoulders, her facial features finely etched. Broni’s body was slim, yet she had breasts that made him swallow hard. They were large, accenting her tiny waist. The curve of her hips with her bare pussy was decadent. Legs that were long and toned; Rhys had no problem imagining them wrapped around his waist as he pounded his dick inside of her. She looked like a horny teenage boy’s wet dream. What caught and held his attention, though, was her mouth. It was pouty and luscious.
Her body reminded him of pictures he had seen at the museum of statues the Greeks had done. She was voluptuous, yet she was lithe. It was obvious from her muscle tone she worked out. In contrast, her mouth was so soft and vulnerable. Imagining all the things he wanted to do to her had him edgy. His dick was full and hard, anxiously waiting as he debated what he wanted to do to her first, letting the anticipation build in Broni. He leaned forward, licking one tight nipple before reclining back.
“I want to fuck you.” Her sultry voice had thoughts of fucking her mouth storming through his mind. He wanted her so badly that his hands were shaking.
Rhys paused for a second as he reached for her, trying to calm the desire to conquer this woman. He had never been rough with a woman, but something about Broni made him want to explore a side of himself he kept tightly restrained, hidden deep within his soul.
His hand slid between her thighs. “I own you.”
A flash of anger crossed her face before her lashes lowered, concealing her emotions. Putting out a firm hand, she pushed him farther backward onto the bed. As he tried to regain his balance, Broni got on her knees on the bed, and before he could regain control, she slid his cock into her wet mouth.
All reasoning left Rhys’s mind. His cock, already hard from thoughts of her mouth, swelled even further, stretching her red lips tighter around him. As she suckled him, drawing him to the back of her throat, his hips lifted, a groan forcing itself from between clenched teeth.
Rhys had been sucked-off many times before, but damn, she made him grit his teeth to keep from coming within seconds, making a further ass of himself.
Broni licked and nibbled his cock as if it was her favorite treat. Her hand kneaded his balls as her throat muscles pulled on the crest of his cock.
Rhys couldn’t prevent himself from coming in her mouth, an
d she swallowed him until she felt him stop twitching, allowing him to slide reluctantly out of her mouth.
Rhys lay stunned on the bed, unable to move as thoughts of betraying Deena began flashing through his mind. His eyes closed, trying to shut the painful memories away. The regrets and feelings of betraying Deena never failed to attack him after his hunger had been satisfied. With women like Layla and the other club whores, he felt less guilty because he was just one of many. With Broni, she was making it all about him, and he couldn’t handle that from another woman.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Broni leaned down and snagged one of his nipples into her mouth, giving a tiny nip.
The small pain brought his mind back as he watched her straddle his hips, his still hard cock positioned over her wet cunt. Rhys could see the moisture clinging to her bald pussy. Without another word, she slid herself down his length. Rhys watched as the lips of her pussy were stretched around his massive length, sensations flooding his mind.
Her sheath was tight and hot when he’d easily slid deep inside of her. When she had his full length inside, Broni used her knees on the mattress to brace herself as she moved on him. Her breasts bounced before Rhys, tempting him. He raised himself on his elbows, leaning forward to take her nipple into his mouth. Laving it with his tongue, he brought his hands to her hips, forcing her down harder on his cock. He had been determined to take her, instead it was Rhys who felt like he was being taken.
Broni leaned forward, giving him more of her breast as her hips rocked up and down his cock.
“You like it hard, don’t you? I like it, too.” Taking her cue, Rhys bit down on the nipple in his mouth, and he felt her cunt clench tighter around him. Letting her nipple go, he then turned to the other one, giving it a similar bite.
Her moans filled the small room as they fucked each other into a climax. As Broni arched and slammed herself down on his cock, his hands clenched on her hips, holding her still as he tried to thrust more of his cock inside of her. Broni ground herself down on him as Rhys reached down, touching where their bodies met.
“You’re so fucking tight. I can’t even get all my dick in you,” he groaned.
She grinned down impishly at him. “I don’t have a lot of experience.”
“You could have fooled me.” Rhys had been startled by how easily she had accepted him buying her and expecting to have the right to fuck her.
When she then leaned forward resting her head on his shoulder, Rhys felt her lips on his throat before they slid down and pain shot through his shoulder. Rhys’s hips lifted and she shifted on him, still riding his semi-hardness. Her eyes had darkened and remained full of desire. She licked the small bite she’d given him before moving once again to his nipple. Rhys stiffened, waiting for the sting of pain he was sure was next, and a small smile covered her generous lips.
She raised herself off his cock, caressing his taut stomach. Her eyebrows lifted when she saw that he was still hard. Rhys had always been lucky to have stamina, often able to go on after Deena had complained of exhaustion. Now, his balls still felt full and unrelieved.
As if reading his thoughts, Broni moved to her knees, giving him a back view of her waiting, creamy cunt. Rhys brought himself up and pushed his slick dick inside her waiting pussy and pounded himself inside her, giving reign to an aspect of himself that he had tramped down deep inside.
He ignored the tightness of her cunt, pounding himself inside her to the hilt. Rhys treated her as if he did own her body and soul, a woman he could use without holding back during sex. And she gave him the opportunity to use her as he wanted, giving rise to the dark desires he had hidden even from himself.
Covering her with his body, he drove inside of her again and again while she braced her hands on the wall in front of her to keep from moving away. His strokes were fast and hard, and the more they fucked, she felt tighter and tighter as the muscles swelled from the friction of his steady, unending rhythm.
Rhys reached forward, playing with her clit, and then slid his finger to her opening, feeling himself sliding in and out. The pleasure of having his dick in such slick warmth was almost unbearable, her moans of need only exciting him more. Feeling his balls tightening, he pulled out and did something he had never allowed himself to do before. Reaching into his nightstand he pulled out a tube of lube, smearing a generous amount onto his cock.
With his slick dick in his hand, he prodded her anal opening. Taking her moan as one of encouragement, he ran his thumb through her creamy wetness then pushed it inside the opening of her ass. When Broni pushed herself backward, impaling herself further, Rhys pulled his thumb out and replaced it with the head of his slickened cock. He worked it in, gritting his teeth as he gripped her hips, holding her steady while he managed to finally work the crest of his cock into the tiny opening.
Once inside, Rhys lost what mind he had left and shoved his length inside her in one lunge of his hips. Her scream heightened his arousal, his hand returning to her clit, pulling and rubbing it, making sure she was just as aroused as he was.
“Rhys… harder.” Her words inflamed a fire already burning out of control.
The bed was rocking from the force of their sex. Anyone in the rooms next to his would be left no doubt as to what was happening on the other side of the wall.
The other women in the club had never inspired this type of passion from him, and the other bikers would never know the pleasure of the woman underneath him. He would make fucking sure they knew she wasn’t going to be shared around the club like the others. No, this pussy was all his; one he planned to use anytime he wanted, any way he wanted. That primitive reaction to Broni stunned Rhys.
He fucked her hard, greedily taking what he needed from her. Broni took as well as giving, thrusting her ass back at him, encouraging him to use her exactly as he wanted. Thoughts of the acts he wanted to do to her flew through his mind, no longer held back as he ground himself inside of her. Rhys’s balls were so tight they hurt every time they slapped against Broni’s pussy.
Rhys didn’t want the pleasure to end, but he couldn’t last against the tightness much longer. The desire in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him was proving too much for him.
“I have to come,” she moaned. Whimpers of her need echoed around the room. Rhys knew she needed something to draw her over the edge. His fingers were stroking her pussy and still it wasn’t enough for the demanding woman. He felt her trembling on the precipice, unable to go over.
Leaving one hand on her steaming cunt, Rhys brought his other hand to her swaying breast, latching on to her nipple and pinching the turgid nub while simultaneously rubbing her clit harder, giving her the friction she needed to throw her over the cliff of her climax as he lunged forward into her ass.
As her scream filled the room, Rhys gave her another hard tug at her nipple, and this time, she tensed, throwing her ass backwards at the same time he moved forward. He felt her shudder as she came, her knees starting to buckle.
“No, you don’t. You’re going to give me more until I’m done with this ass.” His hand ran over one of the creamy globes before raising it and giving her plump behind a hard smack. The sight of his handprint nearly had him coming.
Rhys pulled her back onto her knees and shoved his cock inside her in harder thrusts. His hand buried itself in the length of her black hair, his mouth going to her shoulder where his teeth bit down, returning the bite she had given him earlier. The come boiled up his length, swelling inside him. When he came, he didn’t lessen the strength of his thrusts until he felt himself softening inside of her, the lust finally assuaged.
Barely managing to pull out of her tight hole, Rhys fell back on the bed, drenched in sweat. Broni came to his side, laying her head on his stomach and a gentle hand on his thigh.
Rhys had experienced several types of sex throughout his life, but he had to admit the sex he had just shared with Broni had been the best.
His arm lifted, covering his eyes. “I have to say, if this i
s what you’re capable of, then I got a bargain when I bought you.”
“You should know better than insulting a woman when you’re still wet from her and she has her hand on you.” Rhys stifled a groan of pain as her sharp, little nails dug into the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thigh, making Rhys realize he had not been thinking smart to insult her until he was out of harm’s way.
“I didn’t have sex with you because you bought me, I had sex with you because I wanted to fuck you. You never could see what wasn’t laid out for you in black and white, counselor.” Her hands were now stroking his flesh, gentle as a whisper. “Could it be I just saw a good looking man and wondered if he fucked as good as he looked? That I lost myself in the sensation of his body?” All warm and soft now, her lips brushed softly against his chest as she leaned over him. Her silken hair fell forward, adding to the sensations coursing through him.
“How did you know I was a lawyer? How did you know about the others?”
She stopped rubbing his body, which had been his goal. He wanted no softness from her unless he was fucking her.
Sighing, she raised herself away from him. “I guess play time’s over?” Broni stretched, rising from the bed. “Did I get too close, Rhys? Would you like me to stay naked? I have no objections; I just want to please you.”
His traitorous cock twitched at her words.
“Stay naked. I enjoy looking at your tits,” he said crudely, trying to make her angry.
It didn’t work. She just gave him a patient smile then unselfconsciously left the room to go into the bathroom.
Rhys sat up in the bed and leaned back against the headboard. His hand ran through his long, dark-blond hair. Rhys blamed his loss of control on her willingness to give in to his demands. I’ll get rid of her as soon as I get tired of her, he told himself. She had provided him with what he needed to keep his memories at bay. When she failed to do that any more, he would cut her loose.
He buried his hand in his hair, banging his head against the headboard, agony hitting him at betraying Deena. He had experienced with this woman in a few hours what he had never done with Deena after years of marriage.