14

Kier

Psalm's heeled boot hit the bottom of the stairs. All eyes were locked on her. She was wearing the slick black dress that hugged every curve of her body. My eyes dropped around the curves of her breasts as they were shown off through the lowcut top. I was right. She looked amazing in that dress, and I picked the perfect size.

Abel whistled, almost drooling.

Psalm did a full circle, a smirk on her lips as she moved to him. Her jet-black hair was down in curls, just how I liked it.

His hands pulled on her hips to him, pulling her to him.

Jealousy hit the pit of my stomach.

"I'll take you right here in front of everyone."

"Gag," Cain teased, making me smirk behind my beer bottle. It was the only one I had, seeing as I had to drive her around.

"Besides the two gay guys. They sadly don't want to see your beautiful body," Abel said, pulling Psalm into a kiss.

My eyes rolled as I turned away. How did he get her before me?

"Oh, I want to see it," Jinn wiggled his brows. "She's gorgeous, and I would be honored, might even get a boner."

"Ready, Ashbourne?" I chuckled, moving from around the kitchen island.

Her eyes dropped over my body, and I almost thought this was the first time she saw me dressed up. My jet-black hair was pulled up into a messy bun. I had on nice shoes with my black dress shorts and a black t-shirt. I didn't miss her lingering around the bulge in my pants. What can I say? I'm a shower and a grower.

"Only us?" Psalm groaned, teeth biting on her bottom lips.

"Mhm. A date if you will."

"Now, I'm gagging," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she handed over a phone to Abel.

"What's this?"

"Kennedy's. It might help with her whereabouts or she if was getting into demonic shit or something."

My jaw tightened. That was where she was? Being hero?

"Okay," Abel muttered, sharing a look with Osiris who moved to him.

"How did you get that?" Osiris asked, arms crossed.

"I don't need another person yelling at me, especially as your pathetic brother did it already."

"Pathetic?" The growl rose in my chest. "Go get in the fucking car before I throw you into it."

Psalm groaned, and I ached to teach her some respect for me. "I hate this."

Beck kissed Psalm, hands caressing her wide round ass. "You'll survive."

After Abel and Beck got their kisses that they couldn't live without, we started out of the house. I didn't miss the quick glance she gave Briar when we were walking out. She wanted to kiss him too.

The door closed behind us, and I placed my hand on her lower back.

"Where are we going?" she asked, barely stiffening under my touch.

I opened the passenger door for her and closed the door of my SUV when she was inside. I got into the front, putting the key in the ignition.

"Where are we going, Kier?" she repeated. I was surprised she got this far with me. I truly thought she was not going to come down wearing the dress.

"Be a good girl and be quiet," I ordered.

"You got the wrong good girl," she scoffed as I drove away from the house.

"Ashbourne," I growled.

"Just tell me where we are going. This is definitely not a date."

"Why not?" My eyes brows pulled together.

"You don't do dates, mister-I-can-get-pussy-from-whoever-I-want. This isn't a date for us."

My chest tightened, and I remained silent. Yes, I knew at the rank I was and how handsome I was I could get pussy from anyone, but her. And why did that hurt to understand? I could see her looking at me out of the corner of her eyes.

"Why did that hurt your feelings?"

"You really don't know me, Ashbourne."

She nodded, curls sliding over her shoulder. "You're right. I don't. From the moment we met, you were rude."

"I came on strong."

"You grabbed me by the hair!"

"You liked it," I smirked.

She scoffed, but she and I both knew the truth. She liked me from the start. "You're insane. You couldn't pay me to go on a real date with you."

"That's how low you think of me?"

"Low? No. Unavailable? Yes. I refuse to follow a man who only cares about pussy."

"Though I loved your pussy earlier, it's not all I think about."

She turned in her seat to me. "What do you think about?"

It didn't take me long to answer. "Alchemy and how it works. I think about work and how much I am a workaholic. This has been the most I've been home, especially with people in the house."

"Boohoo. Pick a girl to fuck and take her home, Kier. You are upset that you are alone in a beautiful house. I would kill to cry in a home that doesn't have someone dying next door or someone shooting up." she snapped.

"Fuck… you're right." I froze, stiffening. I spent months working close to all the hours I could because I didn't want to constantly be reminded of how alone I was. Here I am complaining about it when her problems were worst than mine.

She sighed beside me. "I'm glad… you have company, Kier. I didn't mean to—"

"No, it's okay. I'm being selfish."

"No. We both know that even if you wish we were gone, you shouldn't be feeling lonely."

I glanced at her, wondering what the change of tone was. "I don't wish any of you were gone, especially not…" her…

"Me?" She looked up at me with those big brown eyes. "I'm starting to think you like me, Kier."

"I don't," I assured. "Feelings aren't a thing I feel regularly, Ashbourne."

"And what about the last girl? Did she get the same rude Kier I got?"

"Yes," I snapped. "Now shut the fuck up."

"Well, now I see why she left," she muttered.

I blinked, not realizing I let my rage get the better of me, again. I hated bringing her up. I hated talking about her. I got soft for her. I changed myself for her, just for us not to be good enough.

I glanced over at Psalm, seeing her leaning against the door. She was probably thinking I was the same way. I wanted her, and it showed in my flirtation, but I promised myself I would never be hurt by anyone, especially not Psalm.

My eyes moved back to the road as I found the directions.

"Can you at least tell me where we are going?" she asked.

"A sex club," I answered.

She sat up quickly. "A what? For what?"

A sigh escaped me. "Ashbourne."

"Oh right. Me Kier. Me stupid and me can't communicate why me going to a sex club," she teased with a caveman's voice and then sat back.

I blinked before a smile broke on my lips. Laughter exploded from my chest at her caveman impression of me.

"It's not funny. I'm pissed at you."

I laughed more. Of course she was. I was stupid and unable to communicate. She was spot on.

"Are you laughing at me?"

I breathed, running my heavy hands over my face. "No. I'm not."

She obviously saw the smile hidden behind my palm as she sat back. After a moment of silence, she whispered. "I think that was the first time you laughed like that."

My eyes moved to her as I pulled into the parking lot of the strip and sex club, High Rollers. Maybe to her, it was the first time I laughed like that, though I couldn't remember the last time. I hadn't been around the others the last few months just because I was working. I felt alone a lot lately, not with the men and Psalm. Like usually it was pretty lonely, Briar would be working on his research in his room all day, not even eating. Beck and Abel would play video games all day. Osiris and I worked. It was an endless routine that she broke. We wanted to spend some time with her.

We both get out, and I round the SUV just in time for her to be at the front. I held out my arm for her, and though she rolled her eyes, she took it.

"Should we really be doing this tonight, Kier?" She hissed in a huff voice.

"We are here on a mission," I explained. Her spine stiffened as we walked through the door. The music was blasting in the air. I paid for us to enter, and we went in.

She clung to my side, eyes on the dancers. The club had low lighting, a crimson red that lingered over people. I led her to the back of the club, eyes scanning the area. People were having sex and getting lap dances, and I knew further in the back there was a bar.

"What exactly is a sex club?" Psalm asked, inspecting her red band.

I turned to look down at her. "Green bands mean down for anything, watching and fucking. Yellow means hesitant but willing. Red means… don't fuck looking at the beautiful girl in the short black dress." I explained, eyes looking around again.

"You just looked at me," she teased, but I let her win that one.

Men weren't able to look at her with my wide body blocking her from most of the men in the room.

I said nothing, guiding her to the back of the club and down a hall. All sex clubs had private rooms, right? My eyes scanned the room after I pulled her into one, looking for Theron to pop from the shadows.

"Meeting someone? Is he in your imagination?" Psalm asked, chuckling as she sat on the red couch. I could only imagine what people did in this room.

I pulled down my phone, throwing a text to a coded number. Thanks to Abel, we were able to text each other coded with no fear.

Theron sent one back.

My nerves spiked as I moved to the couch and heard footsteps coming right to our door. "Someone's coming," I muttered, sitting beside Psalm.

Her deep brown eyes glanced to the door. "The same place that the guy is from? Your imagination?"

I growled as the door handle jiggled. Quickly I hosted Psalm onto my lap and pulled her into me. Her thighs were straddling my large thighs, causing that beautiful dress to be pulled up her thigh.

"Kier!" she screeched but I gripped her hair and pulled her lips into mine. She stiffened for a moment until she finally melted into me. My eyes closed as my other hand gripped her ass and pulled her right into my growing cock.

"Oh shit, wrong room!" a man said, closing the door.

But neither of us pulled away. Our lips moved together until my tongue ran over her full bottom lip. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she pressed herself further into my chest. I could feel her nipples budding with her piercings against my chest.

My hands rolled her hips as I pushed my hips out to her. Our cores met, and she moaned right into my mouth. My fingers dug into her ass.

I wanted to bury my cock inside of her. It grew against her, heat boiling in my lower stomach. I wanted to make her scream so loud that she could be heard over the music.

My hands pushed her dress up more, and she didn't stop me. Instead, her hands dropped to my belt. Her small fingers worked on the buckle as she grinded against my erection.

A few more minutes and my cock would be buried inside of her, bouncing her up and down my cock.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't interrupt," Theron's voice came, making us pull back.

A growl rumbled in my throat. Just a few more minutes.

She twisted, looking at him standing at the door.

"Well, isn't this a surprise, little hunter?" Theron smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What?" I questioned, sitting up.