Goldie(Night Rebels MC Romance Book 4)(42)

       
           



       

"See what you've been missing, sweetheart?" She beamed and kept going until she curled herself around a tall, good-looking man. He immediately kissed her and slipped his hands under her tiny shorts, squeezing her ass cheek.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"That's Ruby. She's hooked up with Roughneck. He's prez of the Fallen Slayers, a club we're friendly with. They came down from Silverado to party with us."

"Have you been with Ruby?" Hailey hated that she was asking, but she couldn't help herself.

"Yeah. Hailey, you can't get obsessed with this. You know I've fucked a lot of women. It was just for good times. They didn't mean anything to me."

She nodded. "I know, but I can't help thinking about it. I mean, did you screw all the club girls? Are there women here tonight that you've been with who aren't the club girls?"

"Why does this shit matter? It was in the past. I'm not gonna ask who you fucked."

"Well, I could count them on one hand. You'd need hundreds of hands." Stop it! But I want to know. This is stupid.

Goldie looked at her for a few seconds, then took a pull from his beer. "I've fucked all the club girls, and there're several women here that I've fucked. You want the details?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm sorry. It's just that when I think you have all these women available to you-"

He placed his hands on each side of her face and made her look at him. "I've already told you that none of these women meant anything to me. I'm with you tonight, and I don't see anyone but you. You mean something to me, Hailey. I've never had any woman touch me, but you're all over me. You're in my head, my blood, my skin, and even my heart. So don't think for one second that I'm spending time with you and fucking up a storm when we're not together. You need to trust me. Now no more questions about sluts. I have a past. You have a past. But we're each other's present, so let's live in the now. Got it?" Then he kissed her hard and demanding, and her body responded in kind. His kisses, his touch, and his words affected her in a cozy yet passionate way.

He's right. The past is the past.

She squeezed his inner thigh and he threw her a hard look. "Keep that up and I'm gonna have to fuck you on this table." He chuckled when her eyes widened.

"I heard you customized the fuck outta your new Harley," a man seated across the table said to Goldie.

Soon the two were talking Harleys, and a few others joined in on the conversation. While the men talked, Hailey observed the scene around her. A naked woman lay on her back in the middle of the table across from theirs, serving as a human dinner tray as the men licked and scooped up food from her body. On the grassy area behind the tables, several women were on their knees giving blowjobs while a few couples tangled together in hard sex, oblivious to the people around them. Drunk women swayed to the tunes of Whitesnake, Metallica, and Avenged Sevenfold that blasted from the speakers perched on the top of the fence. It seemed that the drunker the crowd became, the less clothing the women wore and the more the men hauled them over their shoulders to an empty space on the grass. Hailey had never seen such debauchery live before, and it shocked and titillated her at the same time. There was something about giving in with abandonment that intrigued her.

Standing up, Goldie pulled her with him, then pressed her close. He bent down and kissed her, sticking his tongue halfway down her throat as he slipped his hand under her skirt. When he touched her exposed ass cheeks, he grunted and squeezed them. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw several men watching them, as well as a few women. Some of them were touching each other as they gazed at her and Goldie. Without thinking, she pulled away and pushed Goldie back. "That's enough," she said in a low voice.

Goldie yanked her to him, his eyes glowering. "What the fuck does that mean, woman?" Some of the spectators snickered. Her face and neck were impossibly hot, like a blanket of steam had covered her. "I want to kiss you. Now kiss me."

Her skin prickled and anger rapidly replaced embarrassment as she stiffened under his touch. "Is this how you get respect from your brothers?"

Without answering, he kissed her again, but that time he didn't touch her butt, keeping his hands on her hips. After a few seconds, he pulled away and cheers and whistles deafened her ear. This is so unreal. Goldie guffawed, then led her over to the bar. They had a few more rounds, and the crowd grew wilder. Several fights had broken out, and from the screams, lewd comments, and whistles coming from inside, Hailey concluded that some of the women were making good use of the stripper pole.                       
       
           



       

"You want to find a spot and have some fun?" he asked.

"Out here? I mean, in front of all these people?" The idea of it aroused her, but actually doing it was another thing.

"No one's looking. They're all bombed off their asses."

"Plenty of people are watching us. I'm surprised so many are. Don't you live at the club? Let's go to your room." She ran her fingers over his bare arms. "I do want to have fun with you, just not in front of everyone."

"That's cool. I just thought you wanted the full adventure. We can go to my room." He grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. His hardness strained against his jeans. "Feel what you do to me, babe. It's like you got this fucker trained."

Giggling, she pressed her palm against his erection. "I can't wait to feel this inside my mouth and then inside me." She licked his lips.

"Fuck, woman. Let's go."

With a hard pull, he was dragging her past the multitude of men and women engaging in all variations of sex. They blitzed by the people in the main room, and the two women fondling each other on the stripper pole blurred past her. In the stairwell, he abruptly stopped, and she slammed into him.

"What's wro-"

His mouth consumed her question as he kissed her hungrily, his hands slipping under her skirt. That time, he pushed her legs open a bit with his knee, then swiped his finger over her damp sex. "So good, woman," he said against her lips as he slipped his finger inside, moving it in and out slowly. Moaning, she gripped his shoulders to balance herself on the stairs.

"Can you guys move over a bit? I gotta get something in my room," Sangre said as his heavy footsteps clumped behind her.

Goldie pulled away and grabbed her hand. "We're going up too." He pulled her to the top of the stairs and down to a room. Opening the door, he shoved her in, then kicked it shut. With his mouth on her neck, his hand squeezing her tit, he pushed her toward the bed. Clutching his hair, she pulled at it until her mouth found his. Her tongue pushed against his teeth, coaxing him to let her in. When he opened his mouth, their tongues twisted together as she pressed closer to him, grinding against his hardness.

"Fuck, woman. You need it real bad, don't you? It's fuckin' hot," he whispered against her lips.

"I want you. It's that simple," she breathed.

Shoving her on the bed, he went down with her, his lips still glued to hers. "I want to undress you. Then I'm gonna play with your sweet pussy and your ass."

Sliding out from under him, she swiveled around and pushed him down on the bed. "I want to undress you first. I want to see your hard cock." She threw him a sultry look.

"I fuckin' love it when you talk dirty," he rasped as he grabbed her top. "Take this off. I wanna see your beautiful tits."

Lying on top of him, she slowly rubbed her body down to his feet, then pulled off his boots and socks and yanked her top over her head. Lust filled his eyes as they feasted on her breasts filling a lacy bra. Tracing the contours of her lip with the tip of her tongue, she shimmied out of her skirt, kicked off her sandals, and climbed back onto the bed. Bending down, her hair spilled around him as she ran her mouth over his denim-clad bulge.

"You like that?" she said as she slowly unzipped his jeans. His hardness popped out and smacked her in the face. She giggled and tugged his jeans off, then unhooked her bra. Her tits bounced out, and he sucked in his breath. Gliding her hands under his T-shirt, she flicked his nipples with her fingernail, then shoved his shirt up and licked and sucked them.

"Fuck, woman, that feels good. Rub your tits against my skin," he said huskily. He grabbed her breasts and fondled them, pulling the nipples.

Moaning, she pushed his hand away and stroked her hard beads across his firm chest. His cock pressing against the small fabric covering her aching mound, she gripped it and squeezed the base.

After shucking his T-shirt, he pushed her head toward his pulsing dick. "Suck me," he ordered.

Smiling at him, she opened her mouth and slowly took him in, her gaze locked on his. Catching her hair, he yanked it. "You look so fuckin' sexy with my cock in your mouth."

As she pleasured him, she slid her hand down and pressed it against her throbbing clit, loving the way he groaned as she picked up her speed. Soon he yanked her head up.

"Why're you stopping me?"