Predators MC: Stand Off Part 9

Max reached inside his nightstand, pulling out a condom before unzipping his jeans.

"Give it time, and you'll be begging me not to use one," Max boasted.

Casey folded her arms across her chest, stubbornly standing her ground. "Oh my G.o.d are those piercings?" Her eyes widened in shock as he pulled off his jeans.

"I have a few," he said, kicking his jeans away. Max leaned over the bed, his hands going to the snap of her jeans.

"That's more than a few. That's a lot."

"You're going to love the feel of them against your c.l.i.t. It feels even better without the condom."

"We're using a condom," Casey said firmly.

"No glove, no p.u.s.s.y?" Max grinned unabashedly. "Like I said, sooner or later, you'll be begging me to leave it off. Women are usually a little hesitant at first, but once they feel them against that little c.l.i.t, they start screaming something else."

"I bet they are. They're probably screaming for help, and if it's not too big of a deal, do you mind not talking about other women you've had s.e.x with while we are? It's kind of a turnoff."

Max successfully pulled her jeans off with her panties then stared down hungrily at the bare p.u.s.s.y he had exposed. It was too hard to resist. His finger reached out, parting the petal-soft lips, exposing the pearly pink c.l.i.t he was searching for.

He frowned. She wasn't wet for him.

"What's wrong?" Max's eyes narrowed on her, studying her expression and seeing past the smile to the nervousness in her trembling lips and her quivering stomach muscles. "If you don't want to..."

Her hands went to his shoulder, bringing him down to her. Her nipples nestled in his chest hair. "It's the piercings. I'm just worried they'll hurt." Her soft admission brought a gentleness out of him that he hadn't been aware he possessed. He was used to his s.e.x being dirty and raw, a roller coaster ride from beginning to end, whereas Casey was used to vanilla milkshakes and kiddie rides.

"Sweetheart, the only pain you're going to have is when I make you beg me to come," he bragged.

Her laughter lightened her nervousness, and he was relieved to see it.

"You're very confident, aren't you?"

"I'd tell you why, but you said you didn't like me talking about other women when I'm trying to f.u.c.k you, so why don't I show you, instead?"

Max rose up, gently licking one of her nipples before licking down the side, tracing a path down her flesh. He rose up slightly to position her body the way he wanted it, spreading her thighs apart and opening her once again to his eyes.

"That c.l.i.t is begging me to suck it." His thumb brushed against the small bit of flesh before delving back, adding more pressure until he felt a rush of wetness from her, and she began wiggling her hips. When her back arched, he slipped a large finger inside her.

"You're so tight I can barely get my finger all the way inside. You're going to have to relax more if you're going to take my d.i.c.k."

Max's mouth replaced his finger, shoving his tongue inside her. He heard her gasp as he began to show her just how he liked to have s.e.x. He wasn't a shy man, and he loved f.u.c.king. If she was going to be sharing his bed for a while, she needed to loosen up. I'm just the man do to it, too, he thought confidently.

Casey had to want him or she wouldn't be lying spread-eagle on his bed after trying to make him jealous with Stump.

l.u.s.t blazed through his body at tasting a p.u.s.s.y he had thought would never be available to him. When she began twisting underneath him, he gave her c.l.i.t a twirl with his tongue before rising up, bracing his knees between her thighs. He lined his condom covered c.o.c.k up at her entrance.

"You ready for me?" Max asked, barely managing to keep himself from thrusting inside her.

"Yes." Her legs wrapped around his hips as she lifted her hips up for him as he sank himself into her.

He watched her expression to make sure he wasn't hurting her. When he saw that he wasn't, he let himself enter her in small thrusts.

He buried his face in her sweet-smelling neck. She was like a fresh breeze in the hot clubhouse where the air conditioner was always broken. Their bodies clung together stickily as they moved.

Max didn't let himself pound into her the way he wanted. He would have to wait to f.u.c.k her like that after she grew used to his size. He planned to keep her busy f.u.c.king during their time together so he could saturate his senses with her until they decided to move on.

"You okay?" Max groaned.

"Oh, yes." She clutched his shoulders as he began to move faster. She rocked back against his strokes, driving him farther inside her p.u.s.s.y.

"I want it to last, but woman, you're making it hard." He gripped one of her perfectly sized b.r.e.a.s.t.s, lifting it to his mouth. He teased the nipple before letting his mouth move the side of her breast, biting down and leaving a small red mark.

"Did you just bite me?"

"When you see it, you'll remember me f.u.c.king you." Max couldn't explain why he had been determined to leave his mark on her.

"I didn't need that to remind me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk," she groaned.

"Good, then you can spend the night, and I'll f.u.c.k you when I wake up." Max quit talking as he felt the pleasure boiling from his b.a.l.l.s, and her p.u.s.s.y began to spasm around his c.o.c.k.

So much for making her beg, he thought ironically as he came with her.

The room was so hot they broke apart as soon as they finished, both gasping for breath.

"This room is hot as h.e.l.l." Casey rose on her elbows, her skin gleaming in the light.

Max climbed off the bed and went to the chest he kept his clothes in. On the top of the furniture was a fan pointed at the bed. He turned it on before lying back down on the bed.

"There isn't any air conditioning?"

"It's broken."

"Jesus." She lay back down on the bed, moving around until she was lying on the pillow next to him.

Max started to pull her closer to him, knowing women always wanted a cuddle afterward. He hated that part of having s.e.x, but with Casey, he didn't think it would be too aggravating. However, she pulled away, placing a hand on his chest, and he looked at her questioningly.

"It's too hot," she explained.

Max let her go, lying back against his own pillow.

"You going to stay?"

"If you want me to." She lifted her gaze to his.

Max nodded, closing his eyes. "Yeah, I want you to stay."

"Then I'll stay." She curled to her side, facing away from him, pulling the sheet at the bottom of the bed over her and covering the a.s.s he was tempted to explore.

Tiredness and the alcohol he had consumed at the strip club had him nodding off. His d.i.c.k was more than willing for a repeat, but his body was exhausted after staying up the last week to watch over her at the store.

When she left here in the morning, he was going to make sure she was as tired as he was now, but she would be thinking about coming back for more. Maybe he would just save them the trouble of taking her home. It was the weekend; she could stay and save him the ha.s.sle of bringing her back. One thing was for f.u.c.king sure: he wasn't ready to let her go.

Chapter 11.

As silence finally filled the clubhouse, Casey brushed the tear away that lay on her cheek. She stared at the time on Max's digital clock on his nightstand: three thirty a.m. Casey would give it another thirty minutes before she made her move.

Tension filled her as the time dragged slowly, each minute heightening her anxiety, listening for any sound that one of the members was still awake.

At least Ice wasn't there tonight. He had been her greatest worry. Relief had poured through her when Stump had told her he was at home with Grace.

When she had called Stump, she had been mortified at her behavior, but it had been her last chance at succeeding in her plan. She had truly believed she could go through with having s.e.x with him until he had started to touch her. She had borne it as long as she could and had been about to give up when she had seen Max coming at them.

Casey had doubted she could actually go through with it with Max also, but he had relaxed her enough that she had forgotten exactly why she had needed to stay at the clubhouse. Having s.e.x with Max had been an enlightening experience for her, one that wasn't going to be repeated.

Carefully, she edged out of the bed, moving around the bedroom until she found her jeans and top. She tugged them both on, afraid to even breathe in case it woke Max.

Slipping her feet into her sandals, she cautiously edged toward the door. Her palms were so clammy they almost slipped on the door handle. Wiping them on her jeans, she slowly opened Max's bedroom door. Thankfully, the hallway was dimly lit, so no light shone into the bedroom to wake Max.

Biting her lip, she walked into the clubroom, giving a sigh of relief when she saw it was empty. She knew exactly where to go, so walking to the room the men used as their office, she slipped inside. During Mugg's birthday party, she had figured out which room would hold the information she was searching for.

Slipping her phone out of her back pocket, she used it as a flashlight, not daring to turn on the overhead light. She slid into the chair behind the computer and turned it on.

The computer wasn't hooked to the internet. The Predators wanted to make sure no hacker would get the club business accounts and private information.

It took twenty minutes to get past the pa.s.sword that had been set up. If Grace hadn't told her their dogs' names, she would have given up.

She practically jumped up and down in the chair as she sifted through the files. Hastily placing a flash drive into the computer, she also took a few pictures with her phone as backup, though she didn't take many before putting the phone back into her pocket. She had exactly one hour before h.e.l.l was going to descend on the clubhouse. As soon as the download to the flash drive was complete, she turned off the computer.

Pushing back the chair, she rose, turning to the doorway, and a small scream escaped her when she saw Jackal staring at her.

"Did you get what you wanted?"

Fear flooded through her bloodstream at his expression. Jackal was scary as s.h.i.t when he wasn't angry, but when he was, it was terrifying.

Casey decided to brazen it out. Maybe he hadn't been there long enough to see what she had done. "I needed to check on a few things, but I didn't realize it wasn't connected to the internet."

"Really? You're going to stand there and lie about breaking into Ice's computer?" he snarled. "Give me the f.u.c.king flash drive."

Casey clutched the flash drive more tightly in her fist.

"What in the f.u.c.k is going on?" Max filled the doorway behind Jackal, his eyes going over her dressed body.

"I caught her at Ice's computer. She has a flash drive in her hand."

"How did she break the pa.s.sword?" he asked in confusion.

"That's what I want to know," Jackal said grimly, looking over his shoulder at Max.

"I didn't f.u.c.king tell her!" he said angrily, glaring at her.

Casey swallowed hard at having the two men both furious at her.

Sounds were coming from the rest of the clubhouse as the other members came to investigate the raised voices.

"You didn't tell her any s.h.i.t you shouldn't when you were f.u.c.king her?" Jackal asked, his scarred lip twitching. Casey didn't think that was a good sign.

"Stump, call Ice and tell him to get his a.s.s here," Jackal ordered, turning back to stare at her.

Stump shot her an accusing look before pulling out his cell phone.

Casey knew she was in deep trouble from the glares she was being given.

When Jackal took her arm, she almost tried to jerk away from him, but terror held her back as he led her into the clubroom to a chair.

"Sit down before you pa.s.s out. We're not going to hurt you, yet," Jackal threatened.

As Max remained silent at Jackal's words, Casey's stomach sank. She hadn't expected him to take up for her after having s.e.x only one time, but she had counted on their parents' marriage to save her from actual death. She might be proven wrong in that. All the men were eyeing her as if they wanted to strangle her.

"Ice is on his way. He said not to touch her until he gets here."

While the room went silent as the rest of the men watched and waited, Max leaned against the wall next to the chair, watching her every move.

She started trembling when Jackal's phone rang, and he stepped away, talking quietly. When he disconnected the call, he stared at her harshly.

"What in the f.u.c.k have you done?"

"I don't..." He bent over her, grabbing her by the jaw.

"Do. Not. Lie. The cops are headed here."

The door to the clubhouse opened, and Ice came inside. Jackal stood, taking his hand away.

"What's going on?" Ice asked into the tension-filled room.

Jackal explained in a hard voice that he had caught Casey in his office on the computer. "She has a flash drive with all our s.h.i.t on it, and Alex just called to give us a heads up. The cops are about to storm the clubhouse."

If she had been terrified before, it was nothing compared to when Ice's frozen expression turned on her.

"Destroy the computer. Thanks to her, we have a backup." Ice walked toward her.

Casey cringed back into the large chair, waiting for him to strike her. Instead, he held his hand out.

"Give me the flash drive."