Page 42 of Claimed By The Club
“You want this, huh? You want my cock lodge in here? You want to still feel me tomorrow?” I question, gasping. I pull out of her all way, and she grumbles a protest.
But then, I slam into her, so deep, so raw, so hard that she lets out a scream, “God!” Sierra’s body quakes, her eyes glisten with pleasure as her cunt gushes with honey like a broken faucet.
“Fuck, you make me come so hard,” she whimpers, riding the wave. Her legs are around my hips, shaking for dear life.
“We’re not done yet, baby,” I whisper in her ears. “I’m still fucking hard for you. I’m never going to let up until I ruin you for tomorrow.”
“Oh, yes!” I move my hips in a circle, making he cry out again. “Do me more…” she begs.
I oblige, slamming into her so deep she cries out over and over, her walls clenching around me as another orgasm rips through her. The sight of her coming undone—lips parted, body trembling—pushes me over the edge.
“Sierra!” With a groan, I bury myself inside her and come, my cock pulsing as I fill her up.
For a long moment, we’re both still, panting, sweat-slicked and wrecked.
The door handle jiggles.
We freeze. My cock is still buried inside her, both of us sticky and spent, but the sound sends a bolt of panic through me. A rough grunt comes from the outside the door, followed by a low, unmistakable voice:
“Sierra? Ghost? You in there?”
It’s Viper—Carter. Sierra’s eyes go wide with alarm. My own chest lurches. But an unexpected flash of boldness flickers in her gaze. We both know we’re past the point of no return, bodies pressed together in a moment too powerful to abandon.
“Yeah, we’re…” My voice catches, breath ragged. “We’re busy, man.”
A pause. “Damn,” Viper mutters from the other side. “I need to talk to you—like, now.”
Sierra and I exchange a breathless look. She mouths, “Sorry,” but I shake my head, pressing my forehead against hers. Guilt and adrenaline churn in my gut, but part of me can’t bear to let go of her warmth yet. We stay entwined, hearts racing. Neither of us moves to unlock the door, reluctant to shatter this fragile sanctuary.
Viper knocks again, more insistent. “Seriously, open up.”
With a resigned sigh, I step back, rummaging for my clothes. Sierra scrambles to right her own appearance, picking up her clothes, cheeks flaming. We manage to slip back into shirts and pants in a record time, though her hair remains tousled, my own face flushed. I shoot her a regretful smile, then cross the space to unlock the door.
Viper slips in, shutting it behind him. His gaze sweeps over our disheveled state, the messy desk, and an unmistakable realization dawns in his eyes. He huffs a short laugh, his heated eyes roaming all over Sierra. “Well, I guess I interrupted something.”
Sierra ducks her head, lips parted in an embarrassed smile. “We were just?—”
He lifts a hand, cutting her off gently. “No worries, baby. But we’ve got a problem.” His tone turns sober, and adrenaline rushes back. “Reapers smashed the front window of Bluelight an hour ago, left a message on the walls. Nothing subtle.”
My stomach sinks. “They’re getting bold. Any injuries?”
“Luckily, it was closed. Just property damage.” He glances between me and Sierra. “But we can’t ignore this. We gotta assemble a crew, lock down the territory before they do worse.”
Sierra’s expression hardens, fear and anger mingling. “Are they demanding something?”
Viper shrugs, grim. “The usual threats. Painted your name in red across the bar door, along with some choice words about Renegade Cross.”
I clench my jaw, protective instincts kicking into high gear. “That crosses a line.” I glance at Sierra, her face pale with worry. “We’ll handle it.”
She steadies herself, arms wrapping around her middle. “I can’t believe they’re still so fixated.”
Viper nods. “They think you’re the golden ticket to repaying Jen’s debt or leveraging us. They won’t let up.” Then his gaze settles on me, taking in the tension in my stance. “We’re meeting in the lounge in five minutes to plan our response.”
I exhale, glancing at Sierra’s disheveled shirt and flushed cheeks. “We’ll be there.”
Viper inclines his head, sparing a small, understanding smile. “Sorry for barging in.” Then he slips out, leaving us in the heavy quiet.
Sierra rakes a hand through her hair, expression twisting with a mixture of frustration and fear. “No matter what I do, the Reapers escalate. I?—”
