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The party was already in full swing. The nannies had the kids secured in the nursery for the night, and the prospects had a three man rotation, making sure no one unauthorized made it down the hallway to where they were. The me from last week would have called it unnecessary because no one from outside the club was getting in tonight–we were still locked down. But now that it was Jennie's kids–my fucking kids–nothing was overkill.
Lockdown plus kids in bed meant the party was raging. The soul suckers were already dancing on the pool table, trying to get the attention of the single–and taken–brothers before The Pride rolled in. God only knew why it took women so long to get ready. It wasn't like they'd be dressed in a lot of clothes. They'd all be practically fucking naked, making their men drool for them while they swayed on the dance floor.
I watched it happen enough times. I saw Rachel pull Seokmin onto the dance floor after they met, how he panted for her. I watched it the very first night Jaehyun met Charlie, the same night Ten met Carrie. I saw Lucas make a fool of himself in front of Brenda. Fuck, even Eunwoo and Miyeon had their dancefloor moment after they finally came out to everyone in the club. And the last brother to fall was Nickhun.
Now, it was my fucking turn. And I couldn't be happier about it.
I scanned the room, force of habit, even amongst allies. Wonwoo walked away from the soul suckers, tucking tail and running like he usually did. Poor kid was still terrified of women.
"Wonwoo!" I shouted, waving him over.
"What's up?" he asked, sliding into the booth.
"My woman."
"Yeah?" he said, clearly needing further explanation.
"She's got tats from another club." I growled the words. Fucking Taehyung. I couldn't wait to gut him.
"You want them covered up?" he guesses.
"Yeah."
"Shouldn't be a problem, but it's gonna depend on how big they are and where they're located. Can't get to the shop during the lockdown so it's going to have to wait until then."
"Won't have to wait long," I vowed angrily. "I'm gonna take the first opportunity to kill him."
Sure, I still needed to talk to Seokmin about my plan, but I sure as fuck was not dragging this bullshit out. My woman didn't need to be living in fear from her scumbag ex. As far as I was concerned we took out their entire fucking club. They were all complacent in the harm he caused her.
"I'll get it done man."
"Good. I'll be there to supervise." Wonwoo gulped. Poor kid had his life threatened al the time by the brothers when he inked the women, but I was the most possessive of them all. Fuck, if I could, I'd do it myself so he didn't even get a small look at her, but as it stood, I was good with a scalpel, blade, and gun, but not a tattoo gun.
"Wouldn't expect anything less," he replied cooly before sliding out of the booth. I probably scared him enough to go back to the soul suckers.
I sipped my beer, watching the hallway, waiting for Jennie to step through. Seokmin, Jaehyun, and Ten all had their eyes glued there too. So did Lucas and Nickhun as they slid into the booth with me after doing a perimeter sweep.
Eunwoo and Miyeon were already cuddled in one of the booths, making out without a care in the world. Lucky bastards. They never had to wait so long for the other to get ready and make an appearance.
I knew the minute they walked in. The air in the bar changed. The guys sat up straighter, on alert, eyes assessing their women.
I found Jennie immediately and had to suppress my groan. She looked so fucking good. I didn't know whose clothes she was wearing, but they were skin tight. The jean shorts were cut so short that they may as well have been bikini bottoms. They clung to her, showing me absolutely everything that belongs to me. Through the fishnets, I could even see the scar forming from where I carved my initials into her. The shorts were high waisted, and the shirt she wore was basically a bra, skin tight, showing the skin on her stomach where her shorts stopped just under her tits. I knew immediately she's not wearing a bra.
Fuck.
Her brown eyes flashed to mine, a smirk on her face. Her shiny hair was tousled messily, and done that way absolutely on purpose to make me think about the way it looked after I was done with her. Her eyes were coated in mascara making them big and wide, lips stained a cherry red.
Yeah–she knew she was getting fucked and she dressed for the part.
That's my good girl.
The women moved to the bar, overwhelming Joshua while they ordered their drinks. He was terrified of them, and it was hilarious. He was also turned on–something we all knew but didn't talk about. Kid had a serious thing for older women. He could look all he wanted, but he was smart enough not to touch.
He always said yes ma'am to them. Which they hated, but he blushed when they reprimanded him.
I watched them do multiple rounds of shots–well most of them. You could always tell who was fucking pregnant because they were the ones not drinking.
Right now that was only Brenda and Tiffany.
Fucking soon it was gonna be Jennie too.
After they took their shots, they moved to the dance floor. They knew how to put on a show, I'd seen it enough times to know, but this time, I had my own old lady in the mix, and my attention was solely on her.
"Turn it up!" Rachel shouted at Joshua who obeyed like a puppy.
The women started to dance, and I watched Jennie sway her hips. I wasn't going to last long before I had to have her, bend her over a table, pin her against the wall, force her to cry out for me, staking my claim on her for all to see.
I kept my eyes on her, and every once in a while, we made eye contact. It heightened the anticipation. She sipped her drinks, swayed her hips, shimmied to the beat, looking at me seductively. I wanted to taste those cherry colored lips.
I bided my time, waiting, watching and lurking. She knew I was watching, which was why she put on the show of her life. It felt insane that we could fall back into each other so easily, but it wasn't at the same time. It was always her and me. Fucking always. We got robbed of some years, and when she finally broke–because I knew she would after everything she went through–I'd be there to pick up the pieces, give her the tools she needed to put herself back together.
When I couldn't wait to have her any longer, I stood. I watched as she gulped, movements slowing for a moment before she lost herself in the rhythm again. And when she did, her eyes gleamed with wicked delight.
She wanted it as much as I did.
The Pride parted as I walked through, some of them already being dragged away by their own men. One thing was for sure, we wouldn't be the only ones fucking on the table tonight.
"I've waited long enough," I growl in her ear before grabbing her by the throat and dragging her to me. My lips crash to hers. Immediately she opens her mouth, moaning and inviting me in. I squeezed my hand around her neck, holding her right where I wanted her. My tongue swept into her mouth, tasting the whiskey on her breath, and a moan of my own broke free.
"Lisa," she mumbled against my lips. I squeezed tighter, silencing her.
I deepened the kiss, tasting as much of her as I could. Each moan she let out spurred me on. Let everyone in this club hear me claim my woman.
"Please," she whispered.
Roughly, I pulled her off the dance floor, to one of the corner booths. "Get on your knees, babe." Without hesitation she dropped to her knees. I leaned against the table with my ass, looking at her down on her knees for me. She stared up at me, eyes wide open, eager and waiting for the next command. She knew exactly what to expect.
"Suck my dick."
With hurried hands, she undid my belt, unzipped my pants, only pulling them down enough to free my cock from my boxers, and then her lips were around me. "Fuck, Jennie," I cursed.
I knew there were eyes on us, but I didn't care. All I cared about was feeling my dick in her throat, the way she whimpered around my cock in her mouth, and how pretty she looked with those cherry red lips stretched around me.
Even after all this time apart, she knew what I liked, gave the best head I'd ever had, and had me threatening to spill down her throat after only a minute.
I grabbed her head, fingering the shiny black strands of hair through my fingers, anchoring us together, forcing her lower and lower on my cock. I could feel her gag, but pushed further, feeling the moment she relaxed, gave into me, gave into the trust between us and let me bury her nose in my pubic bone.
"Ah, fuck, babe. You've got the best fucking mouth."
My head fell back, and i thrust lazily, only pushing a little before pulling back an even smaller amount, thrusting slowly in and out while she swallowed around my cock.
Spit poured out of her mouth, down her chin, mascara ran down her cheek. She looked like a mess. My beautiful, perfect mess who finally came back to me.
Her hand reached up and cupped my balls, making me moan and thrust rougher into her mouth. Pulling back to the tip, I gave her a moment before roughly fucking into her face. She let it happen. Her throat relaxed, more spit fell out of her mouth."
"You look so beautiful on your knees for me. Such a good girl with your mouth around my dick."
I couldn't wait any longer. As I pulled out of her mouth, I dragged her to her feet, claiming her lips again. She was completely focused on me. I knew she knew that others in the club were watching us fuck, how I was claiming her, that others were fucking because they were watching us fuck, but her focus was on me. And only me. Just like it should be.
I switched our positions, pushing her against the table, bending her forward until her chest hit the table. I tugged her shorts down, hearing them tear as I dropped to my knees behind her. The fishnet stockings tore easily too, and then she was naked for me, pantyless, ass up over the table, legs spread, pussy peeking out at me.
I pushed my face into her, inhaling her sweet scent. Fuck, I missed her. So fucking much. I slapped her ass with my right hand, first the left and then the right cheek.
"Please, Lisa," she begged, wiggling her hips. Her ass jiggled deliciously right in front of my face. The teasing of her movements stopped when I licked up her pussy, starting at her clit and working up to her opening, dipping it inside. Her hand came down on the table with an open fist, a moan tearing from her throat. "Yes!"
Her moans spurred me on. I rolled my tongue around her clit. My face was covered in her. Her moans echoed in my ears.
"Fuck, you taste so good," I mumbled against her before pulling her clit between my lips. I sucked on it while I slipped two fingers inside of her. The moan she let out could have rocked the entire clubhouse.
I needed more. Fuck I needed so much more of her. From her. I needed it all.
"Lisa!" she cried, voice cresting. I could tell she was close to coming, and I wanted to taste her on my togue. "Please. I'm so close," she whined, telling me what I already knew.
"Come for me, babe. Let them hear you come for me."
She cried my name as she came, body shaking. If she wasn't leaning against the table, weight supported, she would have toppled over.
Releasing her clit, I licked up her ass cheek, biting into her flesh hard enough to leave teeth marks. She hissed and moaned loudly.
I kissed higher and higher, along her back until I got to where her crop top met her skin. Then I ripped it from her body, tossing it to the side. Quickly, I spun her around, watching her tits bounce as I grabbed her hips to stop her from spinning further.
She hopped onto the table, legs spreading in invitation. Her pussy was sopping wet, soft and smooth, and I couldn't wait to ruin it. The property tattoo from Taehyung stares at me from her hip. I wrap my hand around her hip, digging into her skin. She knows exactly what it means because she nods, staring up at me with wide eyes.
"Mine, Jennie. You're fucking mine."
"Yes, yes. I'm yours, Lisa. I've always been yours."
Pushing her legs open as far as they could go, I slammed into her, feeling her stretch around me.
"Look at you," I groan, rolling my hips, making sure to hit all the spots I knew she loved. "Taking my cock in front of the entire club. Everyone can see how spread open this pussy is for me, how well you're taking my cock. Such a good girl."
"Lisa!" she cried, head rolling on the table.
Her hands gripped the edge of the table, holding on so I didn't fuck her higher up the table. My hands went to her tits, palming them in my hands while I fucked her hard and fast. Moans from around the room mixed with hers. I didn't care who they were coming from, the only thing on my mind was getting Jennie to come on my cock.
I could hear the wet sounds from her pussy, the moans from her pouty lips. Fuck. How had I ever gone so long without her?
"Lisa, I'm gonna come. Oh god, I'm gonna come," she whines.
"Hold it. We come together," I growl.
She bites into her lower lip, nodding her head.
"Whose pussy is this?" I ask.
"Yours. Fuck, Lisa. All of me is yours. Fill me. Come inside me. Claim me."
"Fuck," I groan. My tempo increases, chasing both of our orgasms. "Come for me, Jennie. Come all over my cock."
I feel her pussy clamp around me, legs shaking against me, and then she's coming, a guttural cry tearing from her throat–my name on her lips. My claim on her. In her.
Fucking mine.
I still inside her, filling her with my cum while she trembles with aftershocks, moan after whimpery moan falling from her lips.
There are still sex noises surrounding us, but all I can do is pull out and watch where my cum is spilling out of her.