Destroying Beauty (Hell Hounds Motorcycle Club): Vegas Titans Series (17 page)

Jo

I take a deep breath as I feel the pot begin to take effect.
I might've only had a couple hits, but for me, that's quite a lot. Add that to
the substantial amount of Holt's whiskey I just drank, and my head is beginning
to buzz.

Holt is quickly steering me back inside. Actually dragging
me, more like. I giggle at his hurry as we weave in and out of groups of people
in the lounge until we arrive back at the bar.

"Another double and a beer," Holt says to the
busty woman working the bar. I smile fuzzily at her as she winks at me.

"Is she a sweet butt?" I ask him.

"Yep. Brette."

"And you and she have…"

"Yeah…" He looks down at me, awaiting my reaction.
I don't know if it's my high or the fact that Cara just hinted that Holt's
planning on giving me his cut, but I genuinely don't care.

"Thanks, Brette," I say to her as she slides the
beer to me.

"No problem," she replies, and hurries away to
help someone else.

"So, there's probably someone else you should
meet."

"Uh-oh."

"It's not like that. I just should introduce you to
Bark. He's the club president."

"That's a big deal," I surmise from his tone.

"Now's as good a time as any," he says, and takes
a sip of his whiskey as he leads me over to a dark corner of the lounge where a
large, bearded man appears to be holding court. Several other brothers, in
their cuts, are sitting around him, and a beautiful woman is whispering in his
ear. He glances up as we approach.

"Bark, this is my girlfriend Jo," Holt says, his
hand resting on the small of my back.

"Jo," Bark says with an apprising nod. "Meet
Alyssa, my old lady."

I smile at the term for the first time. Alyssa is probably
at least a decade younger than him. There's a bit of an awkward silence and I
shift nervously. Am I supposed to be saying something? The brothers around us
sip their beers calmly. Am I missing some aspect of the social protocol here?

"Love your top, honey," Alyssa finally says, and I
hear a bit of a Southern twang to her voice.

"Oh, thanks," I reply.

"You let me know if you need anything," she
continues. "I know Holt wouldn't bring around just anyone." She looks
around at the group. "Shit, sorry about this welcome wagon. Guess they're
even more shocked than me to see Holt with a girlfriend." Bark grunts a
laugh and pulls Alyssa onto his lap.

"Glad to see Holt settling down," he finally says.

"I'll stop by before we leave," Holt says, and
guides me away. I guess that was it. "Why don't I give you the grand
tour?"

"Sure," I reply as he leads me away. "Oh,
hey, there's Fish," I add as I wave at him. Even with a smile on his face,
there's still something alarming about him. I don't want to judge anyone based
on their appearance, but with his bulging eyes and pockmarked skin, it's easy
to see where he gets his nickname from.

"Oh, yeah," Holt says. "Come on." He
leads me past a door and gestures quickly to it before heading up a staircase.
"That's the Cave. Only brothers allowed down there." I take another
sip of my beer as we head upstairs. "A bunch of the brothers live up here,"
he says, pointing to the doors as we pass. My eyes widen at the moans coming
from a door down the hall. Holt either doesn't hear or doesn’t seem fazed and
we keep walking.

I stop in shock in front of the partly opened door. A
brother I haven't met is in the middle of a threesome with a couple of girls
that I assume are sweet butts. They're lying on a bare mattress and one of them
is giving him a blow job, and he has his head buried in the other one's crotch.
The cries of pleasure are mostly emanating from her. Holt's arm reaches in
front of me to pull the door closed a bit more, shutting off my view.

"Sorry, I..." I stammer, looking up at him.

"Didn't mean for you to see that…"

I shrug, trying to figure out how I feel about what I just
witnessed. I'm surprised to feel a little turned on. I feel Holt looking down
at me and blush.

"I think you might fit in here a little better than I
thought you would. Maybe I should have told you about all this earlier,"
he says with a grin, sliding his free arm around my back. I shiver as I press
up against him.

"Well, don't get any ideas. I'm not willing to share
you like that."

"I know," he murmurs, and leans down. I taste
whiskey on his tongue as he works my lips open. I open my mouth wide to him,
wanting to feel him inside me. As his hand slides down over my ass and pulls me
against him, I break my mouth away.

"Is there…somewhere we could go?" I whisper. A
smile slides across his lips. He glances around at the rooms on either side of
us, then takes my hand. He leads us back down the hallway and down the stairs.
As we near the bar he shoots back the rest of his whiskey and leaves his empty
glass on a table before leading me back outside.

The party around the fire has kicked up a notch since we
were out here. I don't see Wilkes and Cara, but they could be any of the
couples that are wrapped around each other in the semi-darkness, their limbs
intertwined and their faces buried in each other.

My head spins at the hedonism surrounding me, but I don't
feel scared. I'm riding an unknown wave but I want to keep going, see where it
takes me. And I know I'm safe with Holt by my side. He leads me around the fire
as I glance around, wanting to drink in everything that's happening around me.
He stops by a tree about twenty yards away from the main action, which is fine
with me. I'm not ready to be as open as these other couples, and I'm not sure
if I ever will be.

He pulls me against him and I toss my mostly empty beer
bottle a few feet away as I'm wrapped up in his strong arms. I can feel how the
weed is heightening and changing my senses as his hands work their way across
my back. Every inch of skin that he touches with his fingers is tingling, even
under my shirt. Soon I'm filled with a humming buzz that makes me want to skip
any kind of foreplay and just rip his clothes right off, but it's clear he has
other ideas.

He turns me around and buries his head in my neck. His hands
unbutton my leather pants and I feel his fingers slide over the top of my
panties as his other hands moves up under my shirt. I keep my eyes open,
watching the orange glow of the fire illuminate the writhing limbs around it. I
reach my arms up and wrap them around the back of his neck as he slips his hand
under my bra. I gasp as his palm slides over my nipple and arch my ass against
him, feeling his cock already hard and pressing into me.

I squirm as I feel his fingers slip under my panties and
work their way down. As he slides his fingers over my clit I cry out and grab
onto his neck to keep myself standing upright. He groans and bites my ear.

"You're mine. Tell me you're mine."

"Yes, yes, Holt," I breathe. "I'm yours. I'm
yours."

His hand continues down and he thrusts two fingers inside
me, pulling me up and toward him. His thumb moves to my clit and circles around
as he roughly drives his hand into me.

"Oh my god, oh fuck," I swear as he tweaks my nipple
and slides his tongue into my ear. He knows just how to work me over, bringing
me to the edge so quickly. I'm shaking, pleasure coursing through me, but I
want to return the favor. My hands slide down from his neck and to his belt. I
open the buckle and pull down his zipper, tugging his fly open wide. I push
down his boxers and his cock springs out, throbbing and ready.

As much as I want him to keep doing what he's doing with his
hands, I pull away and sink to my knees on the cool grass. I take his dick in
my hands and run my tongue softly from base to tip, then wrap my lips around
him. He groans and digs his hands into my hair as I take him in until his tip
hits the back wall of my throat. I move up and down his shaft slowly but using
a lot of pressure with my lips. I know the slow pace will drive him crazy and
feel him twisting my hair in his fingers in frustrated pleasure.

I pull my head back and circle his tip with my tongue,
flicking it across the sensitive underside, and then pull his dick up and tuck
my head under it and take his balls into my mouth. I can taste his sweat as I
suck each one individually while I move my hand up and down his moist shaft. He
groans and I move back up, taking his dick back in my mouth. I move one hand to
his balls, circling them in my palm, while I follow my mouth up and down with
my other. I can't find his whole length into my mouth, but using my hand helps
me compensate. I can feel him thrusting his hips forward with my movements but
trying to restrain himself, knowing I want to be in control while I'm on my
knees.

"Oh, fuck, wait, stand up, stand up," he groans. I
obey, standing up and wiping my mouth as he wraps his arms around me and kisses
me deeply. "I want to come inside you," he whispers as he pulls back
and guides me toward the tree, turning me around as we go. I feel his hands
move down to my pants, still hanging unzipped on my hips, and gasp as he tugs
them down to just over my knees. He runs his hand down my ass and over my slit
from behind, swirling his finger inside me for a moment before pulling it out.
"Bend over," he orders me, pressing down on the small of my back,
"and brace yourself."

I bend over to almost a ninety degree angle and place my
hands against the tree's broad trunk. Almost immediately, Holt's at my opening,
and I cry out as he slams into me. I gasp for air as he pulls out and thrusts
back in hard. He's taking me more roughly than he ever has before. His hands
grip my waist tightly, holding me in place as he drives in out, hitting my
g-spot over and over again. I close my eyes and see stars behind my lids as
pleasure overwhelms me. I let out a low moan and grit my teeth to try to hold
my orgasm in until Holt is ready, too. I feel so completely wanton and dirty
and just want more of him.

"Harder, harder," I beg him and hear him grunt
behind me before he pulls me back against him as he drives his hips forward. I
scream as his cock stretches me open and he fucks me harder than he ever has
before. I can't hold back any longer and let myself go, crying out as I feel
him release himself inside me.

My head collapses down in exhaustion as he strokes back and
forth a couple more times. He pulls out and I feel suddenly empty. I use the
tree to support myself as I move hand over hand to standing and then turn to
lean back against it. I see Holt digging around in his pockets and he produces
a tissue. He wipes himself off quickly and then hands it to me.

"You alright?" he asks, walking toward me and
tilting his head to try to get a good view of my face in the darkness.

"More than," I reply. "Though I am already
feeling a little sore," I add as I pull up my pants and button them.

"Sorry 'bout that," he says with a chuckle and
tilts my face up with a finger under my chin. "I like seeing you here.
With all my brothers."

"I like being here. It's not what I ever would have
pictured for myself, but somehow I feel like I belong."

I see a childlike grin cross his face. A crash by the fire
causes us both to jump and Holt turns away, frowning toward the light. Yells
begin to crop up and someone's body goes flying.

"Shit," Holt mutters. "I'll be right
back." He runs toward the melee, charging right into the middle of it as
it threatens to get out of control. I strain my neck to look after him, trying
to get a glimpse of him in the shifting light of the fire and the rapidly
growing crowd.

"It's not safe for you out here." I start as I hear
a voice behind me. Fish appears out of the darkness and takes me by the elbow.
"Holt would kill me if anything happened to you. I'll take you somewhere
quieter."

"Well, maybe I should wait—"

"We can just go around front," he assures me,
guiding me toward the side of the building along the tall metal fence
surrounding the property. I glance back at the group by the fire and can't pick
out Holt. The light disappears around the corner of the building and Fish's
grip on my arm tightens.

"Jeez, Fish," I say, pulling my arm away. I keep
my voice light, but something about him is creeping me out right now.

"Sorry," he says with a high, nasal laugh. We turn
the corner of the front of the building and as the floodlights illuminate us I
calm down a little. "Just didn't want you caught by a flying bottle or
something."

"That's OK," I murmur, rubbing my arm. "Um,
thanks." We stop by the rack of bikes and I look around awkwardly. Why
didn't he just take me back inside the party? It would have been faster.

"Figured it must still be tough for you to be around
stuff like that, with everything you're going through."

I feel my stomach sink a little, but there's no way he can
be talking about what I think he's talking about. "Sorry?"

"Holt told me…about the shooting. Must've been
awful."

I feel a chill go through me that has nothing to do with the
night air. "Yeah, um, I don't really want to talk about that."

"You shouldn't blame him for telling me. We're
brothers. A Hell Hound's first duty is to his club. Always."

"Right. Well, I should be getting inside," I say,
struggling to keep the tremor out of my voice. I can't fucking believe Holt
told Fish—and who knows who else?

"Did you catch a glimpse of the guy?"

"No. Holt didn't tell you that part?" I snap and
take a step back toward the front door.

"Whoa, whoa, hang on," he says, and I feel him
grab my wrist and am forced to turn back around. "You sure about that?
Maybe you're not telling Holt the whole story."

"Why would I lie to him about that?" I counter,
drawing back at the anger in his eyes. What the fuck is this guy's deal?
"I'm going inside," I add as firmly as I can, but his fingers just
tighten painfully around me.