Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(78)

“I’m all for that.” Hawk eyed Rebel, standing at the door with her tits out and her toned, flat belly on display beneath them.

She grinned up at him, holding out two black strips of cloth. “Evening, boys. Ready to have some dirty fun?”

Hawk eyed her little tits with only the nipples covered by stick-on tassels. “Always.”

“Mask up then. Keep ’em on all night, or you’re out the door.”

“You’re all of five feet. Good luck throwing anyone out.”

I chuckled, nudging Hawk. “You clearly haven’t seen Rebel when she’s pissed. People run out, just to avoid her wrath.”

Rebel beamed like I’d given her a compliment. “I’m so glad you noticed!” Then she scowled at Hawk. “And for the record, if you aren’t scared by my wrath, which you really should be, I got my new buddy, Vincent, over there. He’s more than willing to throw down.”

Hawk and I both glanced over at the new bouncer. He was a lot smaller than the last one, though not a small man by any means. He was over six foot, but he was slimly built, though muscled for sure. He didn’t look particularly threatening. He didn’t acknowledge our presence with anything other than a steady stare.

“Hey, you got any private room keys left?” I asked Rebel.

She raised an eyebrow but picked up a key from a hook on the wall behind her. It was on a thick gold chain with a little tag that had the number thirteen on it. She dangled it in front of me. “You and Hawk wanna get freaky in private?”

I grinned. “Hey, Hawk. Wanna blow me in private or out in the middle of the floor where Rebel can watch and get jealous?”

“It’d be like blowing my brother. Hard pass on both the private and public oral sex offer.” He rolled his eyes at me. “Thanks so much for thinking of me though.”

I shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to save it for someone else.” I plucked the key from Rebel’s fingers and handed over a none-too-small wad of cash for the privilege.

She tucked it away and gave me a wink. “Lucky lady.”

“Lucky man.” Because if the woman I wanted in that room tonight was up for it, I really was going to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the room.

I hadn’t stopped thinking about Bliss all week. My palm tingled with the urge to spank her luscious ass again. I wanted her coming on my tongue and bellowing my name. I couldn’t wait to have her riding my dick, but that would come in good time.

I moved into the party, bobbing my head a little with the beats that filled the room. Hawk and I were late, and everything was already in full swing. I shook my head, passing a woman on her knees sucking off two guys. She had her hands wrapped around both their dicks and used her mouth to alternate between them. Farther in, a group of men surrounded a woman they’d stripped naked on a couch. They were pleasuring her in every way possible. Their hands and fingers worked her intimate areas, while she watched on like a queen, not reciprocating in any way. “Good for you, sister,” I murmured as I walked by.

“You wanna join in, honey?” She trailed her fingers in my direction.

Any other time I would have. I got off on watching women get off. I fucking loved how their faces changed when they were mid orgasm, blissing out, and there was no better feeling than them dragging their nails down your back and shouting your name when they exploded. “Got other plans, sweetheart. Enjoy though.”

She went back to paying attention to her men, and I spotted Bliss at the bar. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, stopping dead in my tracks. My dick instantly went hard, begging to be closer to her.

She was busy at work, taking drink orders, smiling and chatting with people. She’d painted her lips a deep red that I desperately wanted wrapped around my cock. But then she stepped out from behind the bar with her tray of drinks, and I nearly came in my jeans like a fifteen-year-old.

She caught sight of me on her way to a table and detoured in my direction. “You made it.”

I almost couldn’t speak. Bliss in lingerie, for the entire room to see but not touch? Yes fucking please. I couldn’t even pretend to make polite conversation with her. “Your ass is on display.”

She gave me an overly innocent grin and then peeked over her shoulder at her behind. “Is it?”

My fingers twitched, but I held them at my sides, knowing the rules. Nobody touched the staff here. That Vincent guy might not be as big as Solomon, but there was something about him that made me not want to cross him. “You asking me to spank you, baby girl? That why you got your ass all out on display for me?”

Her eyes flared, and I would have bet anything she was reliving the other night at the clubhouse, when I’d spanked her ass until it was pink and then made her come on my tongue. I leaned down so my two-day stubble scratched over the side of her face. “I think you chose those panties while thinking about what I did to you, didn’t you? Were you wet in the store, picking them out for me? Did your clit throb, wishing it was on my tongue again?”

She let out a shuddering breath, which gave me all the answers I needed to know.

“If I put my fingers into those little panties right now, I’d bet they’d come out gleaming.”

She pressed white teeth into her bottom lip.

I freed it with my thumb, running my finger over her lip and tilting her head up so she had to look me in the eye. “Put the tray down and meet me in room thirteen.” I pressed the key into her hand. “I want you naked and fingering your pretty pussy when I get there.”