“Stop fucking checking me out!” He yelled at me as my eyes inadvertently scanned back up his body again.
“Then put some clothes on!” I yelled back before thinking better of it. My own eyes widened in surprise at my outburst, and I took a quick step to the side to distance myself from the man, fearful of his reaction.
“So, she does have some fire in there!” He growled while closing the distance I’d just created between us. The tips of his boots touched the edge of my own shoes and once again, when I glanced down, everything he had to show off was there for my eyes to feast upon.
“Go ahead, sweetness, look your fill and when you’re ready to find out what that feels like sliding inside your tight little pussy, you just let me know and I’ll be happy to teach you.”
Did I have a stamp on my head that informed people I was a virgin? Did my inexperience really come across that easily to everyone else? Why couldn’t they just assume I was quiet, but maybe still experienced and worldly about sexy time things? Wait. That wasn’t even the biggest problem with what he said.
“Wouldn’t your girlfriend get mad?”
“My girlfriend?” He asked quizzically. When my eyes came up to meet his, it was to see that he was grinning down at me with a sparkle of amusement replacing the anger that had been brewing there only a minute before.
I pointed toward the door. “The girl that was out there before.” I told him before clarifying, “Wife, girlfriend, whatever she is to you.”
“No, little Mary, she’s not my girlfriend and I don’t give a fuck what she thinks.”
“But…”
“I fuck when I feel like fucking and we have women around the clubhouse who are here to be a warm and welcoming hole when the need arises.”
“Um,”Oh my God!What was I supposed to say to that? He literally just told me there were women here who were… I didn’t know what to call them.Were they paid? Was this a whorehouse?
“No, it ain’t no fucking whorehouse. This is a clubhouse. One of the perks of being here is free pussy on tap for the brothers.”
Oh no!I hadn’t meant to ask those questions out loud.
“They stick around because they like to get fucked as much as we like fucking them,” he continued to say, as if I really wanted to know anything more than I already did.
“We?”
“We. Any of us could have grabbed Connie and taken her to a room, or hell, taken her wherever we found her. I know you saw me when you first got here. That’s the life she signed up for. She gets a free room, food to eat, and protection if it’s needed. In exchange, she’s always available sexually to club members.”
“Oh.” I wondered if Kip used those women too, or if he stayed faithful to Ashlynn. I didn’t think she was the type who would approve of extra marital affairs, but then again, who was I to judge or to know? Maybe, they both had permission for that sort of thing. I should have been worried that they would expect the same things of me, as they did from Connie, but I was sort of secure in the fact that I’d been hired on specifically as Knoxville’s nanny.
Breakneck continually closed the distance between us whenever I retreated. Three steps later, my back was to a door, and I found myself face-to-chest with his hard brown nipples. Why did I want to lean forward and bite them? That wasn’t a thing, was it? I knew men liked to do that to women, but were women supposed to return the favor?
He only had tattoos covering one side of his body, which I thought was weird, but they drew my eye since the contrast was alarming.
“Why do you only have tattoos on one side?” I asked, unable to control my curiosity.
Breakneck picked a lock of hair up off my shoulder and sifted through the strands with his fingers. “That’s a question that I don’t answer, unless you’re someone I care about.” It wasn’t said cruelly, and we were basically strangers, so I took no offense.
“Tell me, little Mary, how long do you plan to keep your innocence?”
I gathered every last bit of my inner strength and tipped my head back, so I could look him in the eye. “That’s a question I only answer for people I care about.”
I thought maybe it would make him angry, but the aggressive asshole never did what I expected. Instead, Breakneck leaned in closer and laughed. As he closed in on my neck, the movement caused my hair to wisp across the sensitive skin there and sent a shiver down my body. Was it possible to have an orgasm just from smelling a man and having him so close? I wouldn’t know, but I felt like I might find out soon if he didn’t move away from me.
He smelled like hot sex. There was a strong, male musk along with a hint of leather, sandalwood, and bourbon. Yes, I was a virgin, but I still knew what a room smelled like after people had sex in it. College students don’t leave college unscathed, even if they’ve never been touched themselves.
My freshman year dormmate used to screw guys in our room regularly. That was why Jeremy ended up springing for my apartment, because he helped me carry some things up to my dorm room one day and we walked in on my roommate taking it from behind while sucking another guy into her mouth.
“Don’t you need to get back to your girl- um the woman you were with?” I honestly didn’t know what to call her without insulting him, her, or myself somehow in the process.
“I was on my way to look for a second when I saw your door open and heard you talking to the prospect while hanging all over him.”
“I wasn’t hanging all over him,” I argued with a little stomp of my foot as I crossed my arms over my chest.