Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

ARIES

Stupid fucking bitches.

Why do they never learn? I’ve seen enough of my fair share of crazy bitches at the other clubhouses. There’s always some fucked up shit with the clubwhores, but you’d think, you see a man already with a woman in his arms, you don’t approach. But what did Tara have to do? Try to fuck with Rory’s head. It’s a damn good thing it didn’t work the way she wanted, and that part I’m glad about. However, Rory earned herself a thorough spanking for that remark she made toward me in her little statement to Tara.

Leaving my brothers to finish enjoying the party, I drag my woman out of there and to my room. I had enough of the crowd out there, as it were. I was ready to get Rory alone and party just as I promised we would. Just the two of us. My cock throbs with just the very thought of it. I want inside her, but that’s gonna wait. First, I’m gonna play.

The entire time I had to be away from her, all I kept envisioning was the different ways I wanted to tease her pussy with my mouth and fuck her with my fingers. The memory of how she would squirm and cry out my name as I did so still lingers in my head, and I’m done thinking. I’m going to do just that. Starting with me putting her over my knee.

At the door to my room, I quickly unlock it, throw the damn thing open, and shove inside, bringing her with me, using her good hand. I have to remember she’s still healing in a lot of ways. But after talking to Mace, I knew she was a lot better and could handle what I have planned for her tonight.

I intend to show her pleasures unlike she’s ever experienced before.

I kick the door closed behind us, not worrying about locking it. No one is allowed past the main room unless they’re a member of the club. Wrecker was on watch to make sure no one who isn’t tried while Chrome manned the gate. Dutch and Falcon said they’d keep an eye on the inside to watch for any trouble. I know my brothers, they might all have a few drinks, but they aren’t going to be getting shit-faced. Especially not at this first party. They’re just gonna have a damn good time.

Twirling Rory fully into my arms, I hold her to me with one arm and sink my fingers into her hair. Damn, I love the silkiness of her hair. It’s always been soft and slick, dark brown and beautifully wavy that flows down the middle of her back when she’s got it down, which is most of the time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her have her hair up. At least not often.

The need to taste her lips is all I want to think about—that and getting her naked and beneath me. Even more, I want to watch as her bottom flushes bright red under my palm from the spanking I plan to give her.

I dip my head and claim what I want most right now. Rory’s lips part for me, giving me complete access to her mouth. The taste of her lips, feeling her body curl even closer, her arms going around my neck.

Shifting us, my mouth distracting her, I move us until the backs of my knees are at the side of the bed. I loosen the hold I have around her and lower my hand from her hair to the waistband of her jeans.

“What are you doing?” she breaths against my lips.

“I’m about to give you your punishment like I told you I was gonna do,” I tell her, my lips brushing against hers.

Pulling the jeans down past her ass and lowering them down her thighs, I leave the material right at her knees. “Kick your flip-flops off, Scamp.”

A grin pulls at my lips as she does what I tell her. I shove her jeans the rest of the way down. “Now, kick those off.”

“I don’t think we should be doing this.” Though the words leave her mouth, she does as I told her and kicks the jeans from her legs.

“Oh, but we definitely should. Now, let’s get rid of your shirt.” I draw her fully between my thighs and slip my fingers up the hem of her shirt. I find the clasp of her bra at the back and unclip it. “Take the shirt off, Scamp. Nice and slow.”

Rory releases a shaky breath and does what I tell her. The bra and shirt drop to the floor next to us.

“Good girl, baby,” I murmur, stroking the backs of my fingers along her sides, taking in the sweet little pebbles that are her nipples. As much as I want to take one in my mouth, I restrain myself from doing so.

Maneuvering Rory, I draw her over my lap before she can say or think anything. I left her panties in place, and seeing the way they curve her luscious ass causes my cock to jerk. Fuck, if I wasn’t looking forward to being side her again. No woman has ever been able to replace the memory of being inside her.

“Aries,” Rory gasps, trying to push herself up.

“Stay where you are, Scamp,” I tell her, one hand stroking along her spine, flat palmed against her skin. With my other hand, I tap her rear. “You remember all the times I’d threaten you with spanking your sweet ass?”

I did. She’d do something to piss me off or annoy me, and I’d threaten to take her over my knee. I never did, though. She’d always sweet talk her way out of it.

“Logan,” she calls breathlessly.

I ignore her calling my name and lift my hand back just enough to come back down with a firm smack. Rory lets out a sharp gasp, her body jerking. “I remember you’d always find a way to get out of me giving you this. You won’t be able to this time.”