Brain(99)

Yeah, and she’d always be my Ice, even if I had to call her Buttercup, now. I nodded to him and said, “And she’s mine.”

I gathered the bottles of alcohol she’d brought, along with her shot glass and shaker, and set her up at our table to make Long Island Iced Tea. Bethany had arrived with Ranger, Mac, and Jonathan, and once Harmony was clear Bethany was here with three guys, and they were all in a relationship, and Bethany considered the guys her harem, she high-fived Bethany and then the two women started downing Long Island Tea at record speed.

I’d been a little worried about the nickname the club would give her, and a few hours into the party, when Bash started calling her Ice Tea, I relaxed, and watched the love of my life make friends with all the people who are important to me.

Well after midnight, when she and Bethany were dancing suggestively together on a picnic table, I decided it was time to take her to the back of the clubhouse. I had my old room back — Duke hadn’t given it away. He’d kept it empty, telling everyone I’d be back, I just didn’t know it yet.

I’d put sheets on the bed, and stocked it with condoms and lube, earlier, as well as a change of clothes for her tomorrow, and the brand of shampoo and conditioner she liked.

We didn’t use condoms anymore, but I’d wear one for our first time trying anal, so if it didn’t work I could take it off and go straight into her pussy without making a big deal of it.

It was late enough all the kids were either cloistered inside with the babysitters, or had been taken home. This late at an RTMC party, there was a lot of nudity, and a few people fucking in dark corners. In another hour they’d be fucking on the tables, too.

Mac and I walked to the table, stepped up on a bench, and grabbed our respective women around the waist. I wrapped Harmony around me, her legs circling my hips, her arms grasping my neck, and as I headed towards the clubhouse I heard Bethany’s groan as she was sandwiched between Mac and Ranger, one kissing her while the other stood behind her and kissed the side of her neck.

We were assaulted by high-pitched female screams as we entered the clubhouse, and saw Bash and Dawg double-teaming Kat, one in her ass and the other in her pussy. Kat was another of the club’s skanks, available for whoever wanted her, whenever they wanted her, however they wanted her. Kat could give excellent blow jobs. I’d been in her ass and mouth, but hadn’t been in her pussy.

Gonzo was stretched out on the sofa, one girl blowing him while Margie sat on his face.

Yeah, it was good to be home, but all that was behind me. I discovered I didn’t mind, though. I’d never gone to bed horny — if I wanted a warm hole for my cock, it was always available, but it’d just been sex.

It meant more with Harmony. I had her heart, and she had mine.





Chapter Fifty




Harmony



Even as drunk as I was, I was a little shocked at the sex happening as we walked past. Did none of these people do the old-fashioned man-and-woman sex?

I’d been used by more than one man at a time when the Russians had me, and it’d been horrible.

What little I’d seen of Bethany between Ranger and Mac had been sweet, though.

I couldn’t say the same about the way Bash and Dawg were plowing the fake blonde, though she’d seemed to be enjoying herself.

I couldn’t see the face of the guy on the sofa, but the girl sitting on his face was making pleasure sounds, and the girl giving him a blowjob wasn’t shy about sloppy slobber sounds.

Still, I mumbled into Brain’s neck. “Just you. No one else.”

“Damned straight,” he answered as we went through a door. “No one touches you sexually but me. I’m glad you feel close enough to some of my brothers to hug them, but take it any farther and I’ll kick their ass and spank yours.”

“You try to spank mine and I’ll kick yours. You might be bigger and stronger than me, but you gotta sleep sometime.”

He chuckled and asked, “Thought you were drunk?”

“So. Fucking. Drunk. Yeah.” I took a breath, smelled the various liquors in my own breath as I let it out, and said, “Just drunk enough for you to fuck my ass, hopefully.”

He took me into a bedroom, closed and locked the door, and then walked me to the bed. Instead of putting me on it, he sat down, and moved one hand to my cheek as he took my mouth in a kiss that told me he’d wanted to kiss me for a while now, but had waited until we were behind closed doors.

I got lost in the kiss, lost in him, and when he pulled away, I moaned in protest.

“Too many clothes, Buttercup.”

I lifted my arms in the air to help as he pulled my shirt over my head, and let them drop as he unclasped my bra so it could fall off, and gasped as he brushed the roughest part of his tongue across my nipple.