I had made her cum. . Right there against the games room door. And she had come hard. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but once I had trapped her against that door her fate was sealed. Rational thought left my head and my hand was down her panties before I even thought about it.
I didn’t regret it though. How could I, when I had been dreaming of getting her off since the day I had driven her home from her fancy pants university? And she hadn’t disappointed me. Her body had reacted almost violently. Clenching around me. Drawing me in. Making me want more. It just made me want her more. And that’s where I had a problem because there could never be more between us. Not ever. It would rip the club apart and the club was my life.
“Anyone suspicious?”
I turned the finger that had brought Chelsea to orgasm only hours before in my mouth. I could taste her still. And every time I did it made me throb. What I should have done was pull those tight jeans down her thighs and stuck my tongue in her. I should have made her cum over my face.
Next time… I stopped myself. No not next time. There could never be a next time. There could only be this one time.
Melody stood there. Towels wrapped around her head and body as she dripped water on to the floor. “Wicked?”
“No, I don’t think so.” I turned away. Melody was a pretty girl but she didn’t interest me. A fact that suited her perfectly because she had no interest in me as a man either. “Why would they suspect anything? You’re a good actress.”
“Why thank you .” She mock curtsied.
Now usually I would have been eyeing all that bare wet skin. But not today.
“Turn your back so I can get dressed.”
Rolling my eyes at her order I did what she asked. “You know I am really not interested in your goodies Mel.”
The sound of rustling behind me caught my attention but I didn’t turn. “Yeah yeah I know your type Wicked. You love some breasts.”
“What do you mean you know my type? Because I’m a biker?”
Melody laughed loudly. “A man Wicked. So Chelsea. She seeing someone?”
Her words made me jump. Why the hell was she asking about Chelsea?
“She’s seriously hot.” She continued with a sigh.
My back stiffened. “She’s not into girls Mel, leave her alone. She isn’t one of your playthings.” I whirled on her. Only to find her staring straight at me. Her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
“Oh, I’ve converted so many so-called straight women… I’m very good with my fingers.” She winked.
“So am I,” I said it without thinking.
“I knew it.” She threw back her head and laughed. “You and Ruin’s kid sister?” Flopping down on the bed she crossed her arms beneath her head. “How long has it been going on?”
“Will you keep your voice down Mel. Nothing is going on between me and Chels.” How could I have been so fucking stupid? I had just blurted the words without thinking. “Nothing at all.”
“No?” She caught my hand. “You keep sucking on this finger. So I’m guessing you had it in her pussy today? Did she cum over it?”
“You are talking complete nonsense.” I tore my hand away. Closing my fingers into my palm as she pouted. “Chelsea is nothing….”
“Then you won’t mind if I have a suck on it as well? Because it must taste pretty damn good to put that look on your face.”
“Fuck off Mel.” There was no way I was going to let her do that.
“Fine.” She shrugged. “Maybe I will have to find out how sweet she tastes for myself. Hey?”
I turned on her with a growl. My hand closing around her throat without squeezing. She didn’t even flinch. “You don’t fucking touch her … I swear to god.”
“Easy Wicked. Easy. Your secret is safe with me. You know that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said again. I didn’t even know why I kept repeating myself. It was clear that she didn’t believe a word I said.
“Look big man it’s no business of mine if you are in love with your best friends sister. As long as it doesn’t mess up our plan. I have your back.”