The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance (37 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY

They walked back to the big room, and the silence in the room was deafening. How was it possible for all these people to be in a room and not make any noise? They were probably trying to hear what was going on in the other room, but they had to know better than that. The room was sound proof. He could have shot her in there and they’d be none the wiser.

Joe stood in front of the room and waited for both Emma and Mark to stand behind him. She took a moment to look at the mean-looking face that would soon be claiming her. He returned her gaze, but she couldn’t see any emotion cross his face. Not anger, pride, humiliation, or disgust. Nothing was there, just a blank mask. He neither smiled nor glared at her, just regarding her like someone who didn’t mean much to him except as a purchase that he’d acquired.

Just yesterday, she wouldn’t have been that upset about this whole situation. Well, she may have but she wouldn’t have been as upset as she was now. She knew Mark was one of the big dogs in the club and was highly sought after in terms of the club girls and their affections; but, there was just something about just being handed off to someone like a fatted cow that rubbed her the wrong way. At least it did today.

“Emma has agreed to join with Mark. You know what that means fellas? She is now off the market.” The collective groans and boos almost made her smile at their silliness, but she didn’t feel silly…she felt like screaming. Joe turned around and looked at both of them while offerings of congratulations rang out from the crowd.

“Tonight, we go out and celebrate,” Joe continued, ignoring the fact that her face looked like she’d swallowed a bucket full of lemon juice, and turned back to face the crowd. “Let’s take this party to Schaffer’s Tavern.”

They would go to a place she’d always loved. The little bar was a violence-free zone, and all the motorcycle clubs respected that. It was probably her favorite place because she had seen Rafael in that bar a few times before last night. The clubs usually stayed away from each other. Plus, there were even two separate bars in the same space, so everyone was together…yet not.

When she pulled herself out of the cloud she’d been trying to escape into, she noticed the room had emptied quickly. A few men stopped by to congratulate Mark and a few of the women did the same for her. She felt like a stuffed animal without the stuffing. She sat down in a chair feeling limp, without substance, and unworthy of sitting prettily on a shelf.

“You comin’, doll face,” Mark said. She looked up at him—for the first time wondering why this was the first thing he’d said the whole day.

“I need to freshen up a bit, and then I’ll join you over there.” She needed a breather. A little time away from him and a moment to call Rafe to let him know what had happened. It wouldn’t take long she just needed to get away from Mark for a few minutes.

His look was more controlling than she’d seen from him previously, and she wondered if he’d just been reigning himself in when he was with her prior to now. “That’s alright. I’ll wait. I want to make sure we make an entrance together.” The ugly sneer was on in full force, and she remembered the stories she’d heard about him enjoying a bloody fight and his penchant for causing pain. It had been hard to believe when the other girls told her that because he wasn’t that way with her. He’d been reserved and somewhat polite. She’d often felt bad that she didn’t have much fun with him, but there was something about him that just struck her wrong.

“Just give me a minute.” She stood up to get to her room on the premise that she was going to freshen up quickly.

“I can come with you. I’d like to relax a bit before we meet up with everyone, and my cock knocking on the back of your throat sounds like a great way to relax.” Mark rubbed his cock through his pants like he was already imagining shoving himself into her mouth. She could only stare at his choice of words. Far from a prude—and even a fan of dirty talk in the right circumstances—his vulgar language threw her off for a minute.

She changed her mind about freshening up—because it seemed like if she was anywhere near a bed she’d find herself fucked. Plus, they’d get to the party late and obviously coupled. She wanted to hold off on that for as long as possible. “On the other hand, we should probably meet up with everyone now since they’re waiting.”

“They can wait for me to get sucked off by your pretty mouth. Everyone knows how well you can use your mouth. You’ve used it on me a few times. It won’t take long to get me off, baby, because I’ve been thinking about you being just mine for a long time. We won’t take long. As soon as I get you on your knees and your mouth opens, you’ll be eating cum as I finish in your mouth. Just thinking about poking your wet pussy whenever and however I want has me so hard I will probably come in seconds.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his deep red and throbbing cock out through the opening.

“I don’t want to suck you off here, Mark. What if someone comes in?” She knew that was a dumb thing to say before it even left her mouth. There were very few people around, and if they were seen, it really wouldn’t have been a big deal. However, she just didn’t know what else to say to stop him.

“Then, they’ll get to see a great show.” He pulled her up from the chair, placing one hand on her breast and the other on her head, holding it steady so he could plunge his tongue deep into her mouth.

She tried to concentrate on not gagging or throwing up, but the kiss was so disgusting she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to hold back. His cock was like steel, and he stood pumping his hips into the air, trying to knock into her with his member while he pulled and twisted her nipple through her shirt. It wasn’t the sweet sting of sexy pain but the real kind, and she wondered if he were trying to pull her nipples clean off.

Grabbing his cock, she squeezed hard and tried to get as close to the base as she could before she started the quick strokes with her hand. “Fuck. I want to come in your pussy.” Mark was pumping her hand like he’d not gotten laid in a while, and she knew his excitement would save her at least for now. He released her head but kept his hand on her nipple, tugging and pulling. “Let me see your tits.” His frantic movements didn’t say much about his style as a lover, and she couldn’t remember how he was before. She knew he wasn’t the best she’d ever had, but he hadn’t seemed this eager and awkward before.

She was torn between showing him her body with the chance of him wanting more and just showing him so he could come and they could go. The decision was taken out of her hands, as he moved to lift up her shirt.

He managed to get her shirt up and her bra down, and he twiddled her nipple up and down with his thumb. “I want to suck ‘em. I want to stick my cock between these fuck bags and cover your face with my spunk.”

She increased the speed and tightened her grasp on his cock. He was exciting himself with his own words and just thinking about coming on her face had him pumping like a mad man. Emma wished his brothers could see him now, fucking her fist like it was the finest pussy ever and pulling at her nipples like a teen with his first lay.

“Let see how much cum you have built up in those big balls, Mark,” Emma said, hoping she could help him move this along. He was going to come hard. She could feel the throbbing and how close he was. When he looked up at her, she knew he just needed a little push; so, she used her other hand to roll his balls around and used her pointer finger to massage the spot between his balls and his ass.

“Eat it, bitch. Put my cock in your mouth.” Mark shot his load on the floor of the grand room, and Emma was just happy it was over. She waited until he’d completed all of his jerks and settled down completely before she removed her hand.

“Let me get something to clean this up,” she said, hoping that was it for now.

He let go of the nipple he’d been pinching, and she could feel the soreness as the blood moved back to the area. Then, he pulled her back to him, leaned down, and sucked the other one into his mouth, making her stomach turn.

“You’ve got some damn fine titties, Emma. I can’t wait until we have more time.” Mark stood back and stared at her boobs, like they were going to say something. She wished they could talk, so they could tell him to go fuck himself.

She backed up and went to pull down her shirt, but he stopped her.

“Leave your tits out. I want to see you jiggling around as you clean up my seed from the floor.”

As she moved away from him, she knew the best line of action was to keep her mouth closed—but damned if she didn’t want to hit him in the head with one of those chairs and pull his dick off when he was unconscious. In the end, she did what he asked and cleaned up while he rubbed his limp cock—probably trying to get it hard so they could do more.

When she finished, she put herself together, and she didn’t care what he thought of her pulling her shirt down. He walked her out of the club, squeezing and pawing her ass.

“Are you going to do this all the time when we walk together?” She wanted to get to know what he expected of her since they didn’t get the memo the day before. Plus, she was at a loss at what he wanted beside his cock sucked and his wick stuck into her.

“I can do what I want. I want to fuck every hole you have, but since I can’t, I’m just teasing myself by touching your body. I hope you’ve never had your ass reamed because I love fucking a tight asshole. I know you like to suck cock, Emma; so, we’ll take my car over to Shaffer’s just in case I get a hard on you need to take care of.” He smacked her ass like an exclamation mark, and she decided that if he wanted her to suck his cock in his car, she would definitely be throwing up all over him. His touch made her heave and his uncaring manner made her mad and set her on edge. He opened the door like a gentleman, but then he grabbed her and quickly lifted up her shirt and nibbled her nipple through her bra.

“It’s going to be hard not to suck on these all the time, sugar tits.” Mark smiled like he’d made a grand joke, but he didn’t let her go. “You think maybe I should have you sit on my lap at the bar so everyone can come congratulation us at the same time. Then, you could give me a lap dance while we talk to our friends. Grind your ass on my cock and get me hard for you. When we come back, I’ll fuck you until morning.”

She just stared at him, and he pulled down her bra to suck on her for a few more seconds. He looked around like he didn’t want anyone to see them, but she knew in her heart he wanted an audience to see what was happening. 

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

“Have a seat my dear,” he said, allowing her to sit in the car—even though her breast was still hanging out. She got herself together again and put on her seatbelt.

“Why did you put my toys away? I was going to fuck with you all the way to the bar. Then, you’d be as pumped up as I am.”

“That’s alright. I’d just like to get to the bar in one piece. We can get to the good part later.” Her voice sounded droll and sarcastic, and she couldn’t even find it in herself to bring her tone out of the gutter. Not the sexy sweet gutter people talk about but the dirty, yucky, shit-filled sewers.

“Sounds like a plan, but don’t mind me if I need a few more sucks and rubs throughout the night.” Mark started the car. Emma didn’t know how this would turn out; but, she knew she was going to need some assistance from Rafe.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she pulled it out to read the text. Think of the devil and the devil appears. That’s what Miss Marlene used to say all the time, even though that saying used to scare the piss out of her. Rafe’s number popped up on her screen, and she was trying not to be so excited and happy. The wrong move would have Mark looking at her phone, and even though she could lock it, she wouldn’t be that fast. She put his number under Miss Marlene, so if he called or texted she would know it was him.

Miss Marlene:
What are you up to tonight?

“Who’s that?” Mark said, already possessive and demanding.

“Just someone wanting to know where we are.”

“Tell them you were playing with my cock and couldn’t be pulled away.” He laughed like he was the world’s funniest comedian, and she wanted to shove her phone in his mouth and tell him to suck on that.

“I’ll tell them we’re on our way.” Emma looked over at Mark to make sure his eyes were on the road before she looked down and tapped out a quick message.

In a bit of a jam but can’t talk about it now. I’ll be at Shaffer’s Tavern tonight.

She erased the message and put her phone away, thankful that the bar wasn’t that far away. By the time she finished acting like she was so busy putting on her make-up and messing around with her phone, they were in the parking lot. Now, she hoped she was going to be grope-free.

“Last chance to suck on my meat stick before we go in. Not that I wouldn’t let you do it in front of the guys. I love how you suck me off. I’m getting hard just thinking about it, and now you’re all mine to use and fuck how I want.” He pulled her over to him and moaned like wounded bear into her mouth. She could only plaster a fake smile on because she was so afraid that this would be her life.

“Let’s go, sugar tits,” Mark said, as he exited the car. No more gentlemanly help from him. She thought about the last time when he helped her in the car but now knew that was probably just a way to get a few more feels and pokes at her body. He slammed the door and walked off, not even waiting for her.

She walked into the bar and was greeted by the friendly faces she always saw at these functions. Although she rarely got drunk, she was feeling like she needed and wanted to be somewhere other than in her present reality. Just thinking about having to go home and fuck Mark had her accepting a drink from her friend, Tricia, when she offered, and she asked for a double bourbon.

“Wow. A double bourbon? Is it that bad, sweetheart?” Tricia was one of her favorite people in the house, and she wished she could tell her what was going on. She had a lot on her shoulders, and she hadn’t ever had a secret this good. What stopped Emma from sharing her tale was the fact that her friend and the jerk of a new president seemed to be a little closer now than they were last night. She didn’t know what that meant, so she’d have to keep quiet.

In the end, Emma just shrugged because she didn’t want to bad mouth Mark. She scanned the room and saw him watching her, even though he was surrounded by his buddies.

“That one has had his eye on you for a good long while. Even after he had sex with you, he remained fascinated. It was no surprise to me that he picked you, just like it was no surprise to me he was the jumpiest when you couldn’t be found last night.”

Emma turned to look at her friend and noticed her drink had arrived. “He knew I was gone? That could be some of the reason he’s being so weird.” She tipped her head back and took the whole drink in one shot.

“Whoa there, baby,” Tricia said with concern in her eyes, as she watched Emma choke and sputter after taking all that alcohol. “From a woman who drank a beer or so every once in a while to this? You are going to kill yourself.”

“I’ll have another,” Emma called out to the bartender.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tricia laid her hand over Emma’s and the warmth was almost more than she could stand. Although Tricia was only a few years older than Emma, she was an old woman in terms of experience. She’d been in the streets long before she got to the club, but she wasn’t a woman who whined about what could have been. This woman dealt with what was, and she did it with style and grace. However, Emma still didn’t think she was the best counsel for this particular problem.

“Not particularly.” Emma turned back and looked for her drink, hoping it came quickly. She needed a follow-up to the first one.

“No one is going to ask the question of where you went last night because they’re afraid to hear the answer. Is the answer something that’s going to cause trouble for us Emma?” Her friend’s low comforting voice actually made her more anxious. Although she may pretend not to know the answer, the truth was that there was a possibility there would be a bit of trouble from what she’d done.

“Not now, Tricia. Please.” Emma had noticed the pink elephant in the room along with everyone else, but if they weren’t going to grill her about it, fine. She’d like to let it go until she could come up with something that would appease everyone—if she could just figure out what that was.

“Just know that I’m here if you need me.” Tricia watched as the bartender put down another drink in front of her. “Be careful with that drinking. You haven’t done much, and you don’t want him to have to carry you home do you?”

“Hell no,” Emma said and thought better of downing this drink as quickly as she had the first one.

Tricia called the bartender. “Honey, be a love and get us a big ole glass of water.” The bartender nodded and left to fill the order. The women usually sat at the bar away from the men and talked about whatever floated their boats. Plus, the drinks were on the Reapers’ tab, so she didn’t have to worry about that.