Page 10 of Riot’s Revenge

Maria glanced down at him. “You broke his nose.”

“He’ll live,” I replied without taking my eyes off her.

“You sound disappointingly confident about that.”

A real laugh escaped me then, low and rough enough that it scraped at my throat. I hadn’t realized how long it’d been since one of those came naturally.

I walked back into the clubhouse and caught Shadow’s eye across the bar, giving him a small nod to let him know the situation at the clinic was handled.

That was all he needed.

Music thundered through the speakers while cigarette smoke curled thick beneath the lights overhead. Brothers crowded around the pool tables with beers in their hands, girls drifting between them in tight clothes and cheap perfume while laughter bounced off old wood and concrete. Same noise, same chaos, and that night every sound scraped across my nerves.

I slid onto a barstool and had barely taken two swallows of whiskey before Brandi appeared beside me, red hair spilling over one bare shoulder. “Ready for our date, VP?”

My eyes dropped automatically to her chest. Red lace covered her shoulders only, her tits fully on show for everyone, nipples already hard. Her smile widened slightly when she caught me looking. She took my hand and placed it on her left one, squeezing my hand around it.

“Let’s go.” I finished the rest of my drink in one burn and followed her toward the back rooms.

The room looked the same as the night before. The faint smell of perfume, sweat and sex soaked permanently into the air. I shut the door behind us and pulled Brandi against me hard enough to make her yelp softly before she melted straight into my chest. My hands slid down her body slowly, settling on the curve of her ass while I kissed my way along her throat.

“Good girl,” I muttered. “You remembered. Red panties. No bra.”

Brandi shivered when I sucked one nipple into my mouth, teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive skin. “Fuck,” she moaned, fingers tightening against my shoulders.

I closed my eyes and focused on the heat of her body. Her hands on me. The sharp burn of whiskey still sitting at the back of my throat. I stepped back and dropped onto the sofa, freeing my aching cock and stroking it slowly while Brandi watched me through heavy lashes.

“Panties off and sit.” I pointed toward the chair opposite me.

Brandi obeyed immediately, hooking her thumbs into the lace before sliding the panties slowly down her legs. She stepped out of them and lowered herself carefully into the chair, eyes fixed on me the entire time.

“Legs open and touch yourself.”

“Yes, VP.” She spread her thighs and slipped a hand between them, circling her clit slowly while soft moans filled the room. Her other hand lifted to her breast, squeezing gently while I watched her come apart beneath my stare.

I didn’t usually think during sex at all—that was the point—but every now and then, her face surfaced anyway.

I tightened my grip slightly and reached for the drawer beside the sofa before I lost control too early.

Brandi didn’t stop touching herself while I rolled the condom on.

“Come here and sit on it.”

She stood immediately and crossed the room toward me, placing one knee beside my hip.

“No,” I murmured, catching her waist. “Turn around.”

A small shiver rolled through her before she obeyed. Brandi lowered herself onto me slowly.

I grabbed her hips and dragged her down the rest of the way in one sharp movement, both of us groaning when I buried myself fully inside her.

“Keep touching yourself while you ride me.”

My hands stayed locked on her hips while I guided her, controlling the pace, her movements uneven and desperate above me. Once she found her rhythm, I slid one hand upward, palming her breast and rolling her nipple between my fingers.

She gasped. “I’m close, VP.”

“Good girl.” My voice came out rougher than intended. “Come on my cock.” I pinched her nipple slightly harder.