Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 126

Blythe’s P.O.V.

“What’d he say??” Glitter rushed out, asking before I could. I turned my head to pout at her. Not that she noticed. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, eyes locked on BonBon. The girl is just as excited as I am.

“Uhm, nothing really,” Bonnie replied as she sat down. “They looked… I don’t know, shaken? I guess.”

I blinked at her.

“Useless,” I grumbled.

“Hey!” she said.

“You can’t blame Bonnie,” Willow said, laughing. “She barely knows those guys.”

“Then you go tell them,” I stated, making her snort.

“Bonnie already got the message across,” she said.

“I watched their dumb faces,” Maddie added, narrowing her eyes at the table of men. “CG was gonna crack. I saw it.”

I rolled my eyes before noticing Karma get up and walk away. He looked angry. Good. He should be. He made me angry first.

Though, I do miss them. A lot. Sleeping without them is getting harder. I’m getting more worried about Havoc the more time that goes by. I just want things to be better. I want them all again. I want them to sleep in bed with me, cuddle me, care for me, fu.ck me…

Suddenly, Dragon’s silver eyes snapped to me. My breath hitched when our eyes clashed. He looks so intense. That sad puppy dog look he always gives me is so cute. He’s such a giant of a man. To know someone as huge as him is crumbling at the thought of losing me makes me hot. It’s probably fu.cked up, but I don’t care. Though, that could possibly be the alcohol talking.

You sure you even forgive Havoc?” Maddie asked me. “I mean, after what he did… to you… to his brothers… Kinda fu.cked up, right?”

I told the ol‘ ladies that I trust the truth. Along with Glitter and Coco. They’re the only ones

other than their ol‘ men and a few of the brothers that know what Havoc did. The girls also know a bit about what happened to me. It was pretty obvious something terrible had. Maddie and Hazel were extremely helpful when I decided to have a little reverse intervention four days ago.

“Maddie,” Willow scolded.

“What?” Maddie asked innocently.

“It’s okay,” I butted in. “You guys are always more than welcome to say whatever you want. I value your opinions. Plus, I have no idea what the hell I’m doing most of the time anyway.”

“Like now?” Bonnie asked, amused.

“Yes,” I replied with a nod. “But I never said I’ve forgiven Havoc.” I told them. “I don’t want him to die. I want to be the one to punish him.”

“Do you even know how you would?” Bonnie asked.

“I have a few ideas,” I said. “Probably nothing as good as the club could do, but… I know that Havoc feels terrible too. I’m going to make him grovel for a long time.”

“If Karma allows it,” Maddie muttered.

“Oh, he will,” I stated. “Or he loses me.”

“Is Havoc your favorite or something?” Glitter asked me, sounding genuinely curious.

“No, I don’t have a favorite,” I replied. “But… we aren’t… us without him, ya know? It’ll feel like we’re missing a piece. Havoc was dumb, yeah. He fu.cked up. But I don’t think his fu.ck up is worth his life or his relationship with the club. I know I can’t have everything I want. I know we can’t sweep this under the rug, but I also can’t let them all give up on each other. He made a big mistake, but he’s still their brother. They’ll regret it some day and I don’t want that for any of them.”

“That’s actually so sweet,” Glitter said.

“Wanna know what else is sweet?” Joker asked as he grabbed Glitter from behind, making her squeal. “Glitter’s pu.ssy. Ya’ll don’t mind, right?” he asked as he snatched her up.

We all watched them walk away, smiling.

“He needs to make whatever they got going on official already,” Willow said.

“Think he’s afraid ‘cause she’s a club girl,” Maddie said.

“Why would he be afraid of that?” I asked.

“Well, he’s shared her with all his brothers…” Willow replied. “Club girls aren’t usually seen as ol‘ lady material because of that. Most of them are also patch–chasing bit.ches though. Glitter’s not like that at all. I think Joker’s just scared that she might be like that though. I mean, she still fu.cks his brothers.”

“But it’s her job, and he hasn’t made a claim,” I said, confused.

“She hasn’t even been sleeping with anyone that I’ve seen lately,” Maddie said. “Neither of them have. Just with each other.”

“Just the way their world works,” Willow replied. “They’re too dumb to change it.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” I grumbled, glaring at my table of men, minus two.

“What you gonna do about it?” Bonnie asked, snorting.

“Don’t worry about that,” I replied, waving her off. “Let’s talk about what that was over there.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“That thing. You know. With Mattia,” I said.

“Ooooooouuuu,” Maddie giggled.

“I saw it too,” Willow said. “Man about tripped over his own tongue.”

“Well, he smelled really nice,” Bonnie muttered as her eyes flickered back to Mattia.

I snorted as I stood up.

“Where are you going?!” Bonnie rushed out in a panic.

“To ruin your life,” I replied with a bright smile.

Then I took off towards Mattia. Bonnie was right at my heels, making me giggle. It wasn’t like we had far to go. However, I was a lot more drunk than I thought, apparently. I tripped almost as soon as I got to the table and went tumbling into Luca’s lap. I sputtered out laughter, deciding it was more funny than embarrassing, apparently.

“S–s–sorry,” I stuttered as I continued to laugh.

“Quite alright, Blythe, but perhaps you should get out of my lap,” Luca said kindly.

“Should I?” I asked, laughing all over again. He just sounded so serious. Too serious to be in

a freaking biker club. It was hilarious.

“Uh, you should probably get up now, friend,” Luca said quieter.

I frowned at him.

“Am I that heavy? Jeesh,” I grumbled, not moving to get up at all.

Suddenly, I was yanked back. Not just yanked back, but then spun around and tossed over a shoulder. I could tell by the a.ss in my face that it was Psy.cho. A smile spread across my face despite the fact that I was still mad at them.

Well, I’ve never had hate–se.x before…

“Where are we going?! Put me down?! What’s this about!?” I shouted the whole way back to…. Wait, where are we going?

“You’re sleeping in my room tonight,” Psy.cho said as he pushed open his door.

“You wish!” I yelled right before I was tossed onto his bed. Then he was right in front of me, glaring at me. Those nearly black eyes freezing me in place.

“We don’t gotta stay with you, but you’re staying here,” he stated. “You’re drunk and throwing yourself all over other guys.”

“Right in front of us too, Peaches, come on,” Dragon added, grumbling. “You’re killing me.”

I scoffed loudly and offendedly.

“I was not throwing myself at anyone!” I argued. “I tripped and I’m tipsy. It was funny. Luca wouldn’t have cared if you guys weren’t so crazy!”

Psy.cho grabbed my chin roughly, bringing our faces closer together. Holy sh.it he smells good. His breath smells like mint and whiskey. What a combination. I want to taste it.

“You belong to us,” he ground out.

“Bonnie relaid my message, didn’t she?” I replied, all sass.

Psy.cho’s jaw ticked as he stared at me. After a moment, he let me go, practically throwing my head. Then he turned around to face Dragon. They started whispering to each other, but I didn’t care anymore. I stood up, catching Dragon’s eye. He looked away, but his eyes kept flickering back to me.

Smiling slyly, I stood up and unzipped the back of my skirt, letting it pool around my feet. Dragon’s attention turned to me fully. The change in his face made Psy.cho turn around to look at me. His eyes widened as I pulled my cropped top over my head. It left me in nothing

ut my little blue and green stripped thong. Their eyes roamed down my body, drinking me in.

“Bly… you’re drunk,” Psy.cho said.

“Yeah, I am,” I agreed as I sat back on his bed. “And I’m still angry, but… I’m so horny.”

“Bly…” Dragon groaned.

“Tonight… let’s hate-fu.ck,” I said in what I hoped was a se.xy voice.

“I could never hate-fu.ck you,” Dragon argued sternly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Fine, angry se.x,” I said.

Psy.cho swallowed visibly.

“Shortcake-”

“Tonight, I don’t want to be Peaches or Shorty or anything else. I’ll just be Blythe. Period,” I cut him off. “And you two will be Psy.cho and Dragon.”

Psy.cho literally growled at that. He looked ready to argue. Until I spread my legs, that is. Whatever words he had died on his lips.

“Just for tonight,” I said. “Because I’m so angry with you. All of you. But I’m drunk and sad, and I miss you so damn much, and it’s been hard to sleep, and-”

My words were cut off when Psy.cho pressed his lips to mine. During my rant I must have looked away. I didn’t even see him get close at all. But he’s right here, lips on mine, devouring me. I moaned into Psy.cho’s mouth as he slid his tongue against mine. My entire body lit up. I clung to his shirt, afraid he might change his mind. I need at least one of them.

I moved my hands up Psy.cho’s body. I pushed his cut off his shoulders. I grabbed it, making sure to place it on the bed instead of it falling to the floor. As soon as it was in my hands though, Psy.cho pulled away.

“We sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, nodding.

“No wait,” Dragon argued.

Psy.cho turned around to face him and I took the opportunity to slide into Psy.cho’s cut. I giggled at how big it was on my body. Both men turned their heads to look at me. And I saw something there that was familiar and new all at the same time.

I smirked as I ran my fingers down the opening of the cut, down my naked body. Their eyes followed, making me giggle. It felt so powerful. Too powerful. And I really, really loved it.

“Hey Dragon,” I said sinfully–sweet. “Want me to put yours on too?”