Page 25 of Cries of Cassie

I've been around bikers long enough to question their motives because they’re different. I love the sexy stuff we did the other day, but I'm not just looking for a good time. My goal was to kick Maddy's ass for being a self-serving asshole, and now I'm living with him.

Everything's fucked and I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm thankful for Jamie giving me leave. Apparently Maddox called him to let him know I wouldn't be coming to work for a while before I got my phone. I didn't know he could be so thoughtful...

Is it thoughtful or toxic? Where the hell do we stand? And if the four of them are all together, aren't I just a complication?

I'm honestly a little upset that I haven't seen any evidence of their relationship, as Koa and Ripper are always hyperfixated on me when they're around. I haven't seen Maddy and Spider much since the garage incident with Ticket two days ago.

I may not know my role here or what the future holds, but this is my opportunity to really show them I'd be a good fit in this club. More than just an old lady, though I don't see that happening. I don't have much hope considering Maddox is avoiding me.

Which is why I'm absolutely stoked we're hanging out at the clubhouse tonight.

I'm excited to chat with Ticket some more and learn everything I can about motorcycles. I have every intention of demanding Jake give me the biggest fucking hug because I need my friend more than ever right now.

Violet knows the basics about what's going on. While she desperately wanted to come save me, her husbands gathered her close and reassured her I'm safe here. I found it a bit odd considering their feelings toward Maddy, but I'm just grateful she's staying out of this for the sake of my niece and her family. I'd never want to drag them into my drama.

"The fuck are you wearing?"

Whirling around, I gasp in outrage and a little pain as my neck pinches. "The fuck are you wearing, Spider?"

"Go change," he says gruffly, stepping into my space with so much confidence I have to give him credit for not fearing for his ballsack.

My chin is still on the ground. Who the hell says that these days?! "Do you have any tact? What a horrible thing to say to a woman. To anyone. You realize all that does is make me self-conscious and not at all warm and tingly like I want to be near you. Go fuck yourself."

"Why would I want you near me?"

Before I can twirl back around and stomp off, Spider grabs my waist and pins me to the wall with his body. His dirty-blond hair is perfectly slicked back, and the tattoos on his arms almost glow in the hallway's warm light.

"This," he murmurs, fingering the edges of my leather booty shorts. My breath stutters in my chest when his fingers tickle my cleavage along the sides of my black leather corset. "And this will distract them from getting any work done. Go change. Now."

As soon as he takes a step back, air rushes into my lungs, and tingles race down my arms. Why do I feel so cold without his angry heat?

"I won't distract them," I declare, sounding too damn breathless.

Spider grunts. "You will."

Annoyed and finding some of my fire again, I glare. "How do you know?"

Faster than I can blink, he's on me again. Except this time his whole body pins me in place. Another gasp slips from my lips, this time in pleasure as his very hard, very thick cock presses into my tummy.

"Because if the guy who doesn't like you is within an inch of ripping your clothes off and fucking you through the sheetrock, how do you think the ones who actually want you are going to feel?"

Holy shit...holy fucking shit...

The hurt at his clear dislike of me is a small feeling compared to the urgent need rushing through my body. A hate fuck is the sexiest fuck in my opinion. Before I can do something stupid like grab his neck and pull him down for a panty-melting kiss, someone steps up behind Spider.

"Hmm," Koa hums and winks at me over my captor's shoulder. "I bet I can help with...this."

Koa's hand slips between us and strokes Spider's cock through his jeans. Meanwhile, Spider just continues staring directly into my eyes, not once glancing down at my heaving tits or parted mouth.

"Koa," he warns, but the pinched tone he uses only encourages his partner.

"Parker," Koa murmurs, kissing the back of Spider's neck. I watch with so much excitement my clit pulses. Koa starts shifting to the side, and when he hip-checks me gently, I slip away, but I don't go far. I need to see this.

With his hands pressed firmly to the wall, Spider braces himself when Koa drops gracefully to his knees. The only thing that would make this better is if someone would rail me from behind while I watch. Where's Ripper? Wait, I mean Maddy. No, I don't.

Each click of his zipper being pulled down intensifies my arousal. They're completely silent as Koa pulls Spider's veiny cock from his jeans. I swear the only sounds to be heard are my whimpers, and nobody's fucking touching me.

In one swift move, Koa deepthroats his man like a goddamn pro. Spider's cursing is music to my ears. Make him sweat, Koa.