Shade dumped the shoes in the closet then turned to leave.
“Just a minute.” Raci broke away from Rider to go to the closet. Shade slammed the door shut, standing in front of it.
“No,” Shade said firmly, remembering he had been drunk off his ass when he had voted years before to let women become members. He had learned then to never make a decision whenever he had more whiskey in him than common sense. Tonight, the women were proving to him it had been a mistake.
“But…” Raci protested, looking longingly at the closet.
“If she goes near that closet, spank her,” Shade ordered Rider who grinned back.
“I’ll handle it,” he promised, staring greedily at Raci’s naked tits.
Shade sighed. All Raci would have to do was shake her tits at Rider, and he would open the closet door for her.
“I’ll buy you a pair if you leave those alone. You can’t wear them, anyway; I have the match in my room.”
“I just want to try them on,” Raci said. “But if you buy me two pairs, I won’t touch them. Plus, I won’t tell Lily where you hid them.”
Shade gritted his teeth.
“Fine,” he agreed, striding back to his room. He had to get out of there before he spanked Raci himself.
Back in the room, he had to sit down at the desk to calm himself down, wondering when he and the brothers had lost control of the club to the women.
He was still sitting at the desk, going through his email, when Lily came out of the bathroom. He pretended to ignore her as she walked across the floor and noticed the empty store bags sitting on the chair. When she lifted one of them, the tags fell to the floor. She then stormed angrily to the closet, opening the door to see all the new clothes hanging up. The shoe boxes were even neatly stacked on the floor.
“I can’t believe you did this! I told you I was taking the clothes back.” Lily stood with her hands on her hips.
“And I told you that you weren’t,” Shade replied coldly.
She bent down, opening one of the boxes and staring in shock at what he had done. Going down on her knees, she opened each of the boxes, finding each one contained only a single shoe.
She rose to her feet, holding one tennis shoe in her hand. “Where are the other shoes?”
“I’ve put them away. When you want to wear a particular pair, I’ll get you the match.”
“I’m not keeping the shoes.”
“Doesn’t look like you have much choice, does it?” he said, satisfied that he had outmaneuvered her.
“You think you have it all figured out? Fine, I’ll keep them and the clothes, too. In fact, I’ll share them with all the women in the house. They all share clothes. They’ll love the shoes.”
Shade laughed, refusing to feel bad for what he was about to say.
“They wouldn’t be seen dead in those clothes.”
Unless the clothes showed off ass, tits, or both, the women wouldn’t wear them.
“That’s fine, then.” Lily did an about-face. “I’ll give you the money for everything. I don’t want to share anything with them, either. Not their clothes, not their shampoo, and certainly not you.” With that, she threw a tennis shoe at him.
Shade couldn’t believe she had actually thrown it until it almost smacked him in the face. He had barely managed to dodge it.
Lily crossed her arms over her chest, obviously proud of herself.
“Do you mind getting me the match?” Lily unwisely mocked him. His little pacifist had snapped.
Shade got up from the chair, his face impassive. “That robe belongs to Bliss. She didn’t need it because she doesn’t wear it.”
Lily shrieked in anger, jerking the robe off before she threw it at him. He grabbed it, tossing it to the chair.
“The nightgown belongs to Raci. She sleeps in the nude, so she lent it to you.”
Lily wasn’t so far gone that she was about to tear the gown off. Instead, she went back to the closet, getting one of the new pajama sets.
She was jerking it off the hanger as he came up behind her so when she turned back around, she ran into his chest.
“I thought you didn’t want them?” he mocked her.
“I don’t, jerk-face, but I have to wear something.”
“I don’t see why.” His hands went to her hips, clenching the material of the gown in his hands, bunching it until it came up to her calves.
Lily’s eyes snapped violet fire at him. Losing her temper, she used one of her favorite moves, raising her knee.
Not fucking going to happen. Shade wasn’t about to let her bust his balls twice in his lifetime; he didn’t care how cute she looked mad.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Shade moved his thigh, blocking her knee and throwing her off-balance so her body fell against his.
Lily was a creature of habit, so Shade already knew the move she was going to make next.
Determinedly, she reached out with her hand to grab his nuts. The feisty woman had lost her fucking mind. If she had her way, he would never be able to give her all those kids she wanted in the future. He was going to have to talk to Rachel to see if she could fix Lily’s psychological need to rip his dick off when she became angry.
“Nuh-uh, you little wildcat.” He used his leg to swipe her foot out from under her, making her begin to fall to the floor. However, he twisted so he fell first, and she landed on top of him.
“You’re a mean, mean person. I don’t even know why I like you.” Lily beat on his chest with her fists. “The only women you haven’t been with in Treepoint are the ones who are either happily married or dead.”
He laughed up at her, rolling her onto her back then wedging himself between her thighs as he took her wrists in one of his, locking them above her head and holding her in place beneath him.
“You don’t hate me; you’re jealous,” he said smugly.
“I’m not jealous of you. You’re a … a—”
“Exactly what am I?” Shade look down at her in amusement at the extent she was letting her jealousy show.
“A man-whore,” Lily spat angrily. “I do not think you being promiscuous is funny. I don’t care who you have sex with as long as you leave me alone.”
“But you’re the one I’m the most interested in, Lily. I wouldn’t want to leave you out in the cold,” he murmured seductively.
“Leave me in the cold! Better yet, why don’t you forget all about me?”
“Forget about you? That’s not going to happen, especially since I’ve thought of nothing but fucking you since the moment I saw you. Don’t you get tired of sitting on that moral throne of yours? Don’t you want to come out and play?”
Lily stiffened underneath him when he slid a hand under her nightgown, moving determinedly toward her panties. Her eyes widened, and Shade could tell she expected him to stop. Not fucking likely. She was the one who had taken the argument to a physical level. If she wanted to get physical with him, he was going to show her the right way to do it. One which didn’t involve pain—at least, not his.
His hands slid under the wispy pink underwear she was wearing, his finger sliding through the dry skin of her pussy.
Lily arched against his palm. She wasn’t aroused yet, but he was going to fix that problem.
“Just a minute.” Raci broke away from Rider to go to the closet. Shade slammed the door shut, standing in front of it.
“No,” Shade said firmly, remembering he had been drunk off his ass when he had voted years before to let women become members. He had learned then to never make a decision whenever he had more whiskey in him than common sense. Tonight, the women were proving to him it had been a mistake.
“But…” Raci protested, looking longingly at the closet.
“If she goes near that closet, spank her,” Shade ordered Rider who grinned back.
“I’ll handle it,” he promised, staring greedily at Raci’s naked tits.
Shade sighed. All Raci would have to do was shake her tits at Rider, and he would open the closet door for her.
“I’ll buy you a pair if you leave those alone. You can’t wear them, anyway; I have the match in my room.”
“I just want to try them on,” Raci said. “But if you buy me two pairs, I won’t touch them. Plus, I won’t tell Lily where you hid them.”
Shade gritted his teeth.
“Fine,” he agreed, striding back to his room. He had to get out of there before he spanked Raci himself.
Back in the room, he had to sit down at the desk to calm himself down, wondering when he and the brothers had lost control of the club to the women.
He was still sitting at the desk, going through his email, when Lily came out of the bathroom. He pretended to ignore her as she walked across the floor and noticed the empty store bags sitting on the chair. When she lifted one of them, the tags fell to the floor. She then stormed angrily to the closet, opening the door to see all the new clothes hanging up. The shoe boxes were even neatly stacked on the floor.
“I can’t believe you did this! I told you I was taking the clothes back.” Lily stood with her hands on her hips.
“And I told you that you weren’t,” Shade replied coldly.
She bent down, opening one of the boxes and staring in shock at what he had done. Going down on her knees, she opened each of the boxes, finding each one contained only a single shoe.
She rose to her feet, holding one tennis shoe in her hand. “Where are the other shoes?”
“I’ve put them away. When you want to wear a particular pair, I’ll get you the match.”
“I’m not keeping the shoes.”
“Doesn’t look like you have much choice, does it?” he said, satisfied that he had outmaneuvered her.
“You think you have it all figured out? Fine, I’ll keep them and the clothes, too. In fact, I’ll share them with all the women in the house. They all share clothes. They’ll love the shoes.”
Shade laughed, refusing to feel bad for what he was about to say.
“They wouldn’t be seen dead in those clothes.”
Unless the clothes showed off ass, tits, or both, the women wouldn’t wear them.
“That’s fine, then.” Lily did an about-face. “I’ll give you the money for everything. I don’t want to share anything with them, either. Not their clothes, not their shampoo, and certainly not you.” With that, she threw a tennis shoe at him.
Shade couldn’t believe she had actually thrown it until it almost smacked him in the face. He had barely managed to dodge it.
Lily crossed her arms over her chest, obviously proud of herself.
“Do you mind getting me the match?” Lily unwisely mocked him. His little pacifist had snapped.
Shade got up from the chair, his face impassive. “That robe belongs to Bliss. She didn’t need it because she doesn’t wear it.”
Lily shrieked in anger, jerking the robe off before she threw it at him. He grabbed it, tossing it to the chair.
“The nightgown belongs to Raci. She sleeps in the nude, so she lent it to you.”
Lily wasn’t so far gone that she was about to tear the gown off. Instead, she went back to the closet, getting one of the new pajama sets.
She was jerking it off the hanger as he came up behind her so when she turned back around, she ran into his chest.
“I thought you didn’t want them?” he mocked her.
“I don’t, jerk-face, but I have to wear something.”
“I don’t see why.” His hands went to her hips, clenching the material of the gown in his hands, bunching it until it came up to her calves.
Lily’s eyes snapped violet fire at him. Losing her temper, she used one of her favorite moves, raising her knee.
Not fucking going to happen. Shade wasn’t about to let her bust his balls twice in his lifetime; he didn’t care how cute she looked mad.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Shade moved his thigh, blocking her knee and throwing her off-balance so her body fell against his.
Lily was a creature of habit, so Shade already knew the move she was going to make next.
Determinedly, she reached out with her hand to grab his nuts. The feisty woman had lost her fucking mind. If she had her way, he would never be able to give her all those kids she wanted in the future. He was going to have to talk to Rachel to see if she could fix Lily’s psychological need to rip his dick off when she became angry.
“Nuh-uh, you little wildcat.” He used his leg to swipe her foot out from under her, making her begin to fall to the floor. However, he twisted so he fell first, and she landed on top of him.
“You’re a mean, mean person. I don’t even know why I like you.” Lily beat on his chest with her fists. “The only women you haven’t been with in Treepoint are the ones who are either happily married or dead.”
He laughed up at her, rolling her onto her back then wedging himself between her thighs as he took her wrists in one of his, locking them above her head and holding her in place beneath him.
“You don’t hate me; you’re jealous,” he said smugly.
“I’m not jealous of you. You’re a … a—”
“Exactly what am I?” Shade look down at her in amusement at the extent she was letting her jealousy show.
“A man-whore,” Lily spat angrily. “I do not think you being promiscuous is funny. I don’t care who you have sex with as long as you leave me alone.”
“But you’re the one I’m the most interested in, Lily. I wouldn’t want to leave you out in the cold,” he murmured seductively.
“Leave me in the cold! Better yet, why don’t you forget all about me?”
“Forget about you? That’s not going to happen, especially since I’ve thought of nothing but fucking you since the moment I saw you. Don’t you get tired of sitting on that moral throne of yours? Don’t you want to come out and play?”
Lily stiffened underneath him when he slid a hand under her nightgown, moving determinedly toward her panties. Her eyes widened, and Shade could tell she expected him to stop. Not fucking likely. She was the one who had taken the argument to a physical level. If she wanted to get physical with him, he was going to show her the right way to do it. One which didn’t involve pain—at least, not his.
His hands slid under the wispy pink underwear she was wearing, his finger sliding through the dry skin of her pussy.
Lily arched against his palm. She wasn’t aroused yet, but he was going to fix that problem.
