Page 18 of Cries of Cassie

"Come for me," I growl, working her faster in time with her moves.

Already on the edge, she stiffens and throws her head back as her pussy ripples around my fingers. Her pulsing walls drive me to orgasm faster than I expected, and the small grunt from Parker excites me so much that I moan.

"Good girl," I rumble once I've caught my breath. Removing my fingers from her is torturous, but I have to do it. Just like I need to get her off me and figure out what the hell is going down.

Cassie's soft as I fight my instincts to keep her exactly where she is on my lap, protected and cherished. Almost as fast as she came apart on top of me, her walls come back up when I move her into Maddox's vacant seat.

"Stay with Parker," I murmur, and tuck myself away before standing. Glancing over my shoulder at Parker, we nod at each other in understanding. Keep her safe.

Chapter Eleven

Cassie

Idon't know Koa, so I shouldn't be hurt by him tossing me aside. Almost literally. He was so damn gentle when he pushed me away.

"Don't pout, little girl. He needs to help Maddox," Spider growls, standing behind the couch still.

I fucking hate how he calls me that. Maybe if he were using it as a term of endearment, like Koa calling me baby, I'd appreciate it more. No, this man is condescending and rude. I don't know why the hell Koa was spouting shit about the four of them claiming me when it's clear Maddox and Spider want the opposite.

I decide it's best to keep my mouth shut rather than picking a fight with the chiseled man. I'm all out of sorts and don't need a verbal sparring match when there's a literal fistfight happening across the room.

With a cringe, I pull my legs up onto the couch to snuggle in and watch the chaos. Now that I'm not needing to play club slut, maybe I can figure out what the hell is going on here.

What I notice confuses me. There's a scary-looking man staring at Maddy with a grin on his face. What throws me is how nonchalant he is while two men are beating each other up beside him. The two brawlers are wearing a cut different from the Shadows, so they must be his men. Why isn't he stopping them?

The next thing that stands out to me is Maddy's posture. He's tense and ready to throw down, yet he's holding himself back from taking care of the clear disrespect happening in his clubhouse.

Just as one of the fighters moves to bash the other into the bar top, Ripper punches the falling man to the ground. "You put one fucking dent in our bar, and I'll lock you in the goddamn basement until you rot."

"Whoa, hey now, Ripper." The scary man who was talking to Maddy steps in. "No need to cause a scene."

"Is he serious?" I murmur, mostly to myself, but Spider hears.

"No talking," he growls low, squeezing the back of the couch until it creaks.

Shuffling away from Spider, I watch the rest unfold. Maddy shifts to place his shoulder between the man and Ripper. He's protective of someone, at least.

"Party is over," Maddy growls, showing off his Shade persona.

It strikes me as he gets the other club guys and their women to leave that I have no idea who the real Maddox is.

Minutes feel like hours as the tension slowly exits the room. Even after the unwelcome crowd departs, it's another fifteen minutes before Maddox, Koa, and Ripper, along with a few other large men in Shadows cuts, stomp back into the main room.

"They're gone," Maddy states with a firm nod, locking eyes with everyone as if to reassure them. Then, to my utter surprise, women old and young around my age come flooding in from the hallway Koa took me down.

"Those bastards are always breaking shit." A graying woman scowls, then shuffles through people and furniture. When she comes to the broken table, she stiffens, face turning thunderous. Honestly, I'd be more afraid of her than those men.

"That was me," Maddy admits, walking forward to guide the old woman away from the shattered wood. "I'll replace it, Betsy. You can take a breath."

As they head toward me and the lineup of comfortable couches, a low murmuring of chatter starts up. Slowly, as if the people were waiting for something to happen at first, laughter and loudness ensue. This time there's no undercurrent of hostility or fakeness. Just club life.

"Why, who is this poor girl who got stuck out here during that bullshit?" Besty asks as Maddy helps her down onto the couch opposite me.

"Nobody," he grunts.

I hide my hurt pretty well if I do say so myself. My legs stay crossed, and I keep my arms loose in my lap even though I want to cross them. I even conceal my rage and tilt my head back to look at Spider.

"What?" Spider huffs, apparently not liking my attention.