I’d never get over Ryan’s death, but they could help me take the steps I needed in the right direction.
“I missed you too,” he replied, and his thumb dragged across my cheek as he stared deeply into my eyes. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
I didn’t hesitate as I replied, “Fuck yeah. I just—”
“What?” Dagger rasped, his hand on my belly, his thumb rubbing Wolfe’s tat.
“I might be sore tomorrow.”
Axe grinned at me. “That’s how we know we did it right.”
I snorted. “Chauvinist.”
“The best kind,” he teased. His eyes were soft, though, as he murmured, “We’ll make this work, baby.”
Wolfe grumbled behind him, but when I cut him a look, he didn’t argue, didn’t exactly look resigned, either.
Axe grabbed my chin. “Give it time.” Then, he didn’t let me answer, didn’t even let me think, as he pounced on me. He wasn’t as ferocious as Wolfe, but then, he wasn’t like him by character either.
Axe was a bit of a tease too, but he’d drive me crazy whereas Wolfe would always follow through. I remembered one time when Axe had left me hanging, had gone down on me and had stopped mere seconds before I’d climaxed because I’d disobeyed him one time by going on his bike without him there.
It had been a shitty punishment, but I’d learned my fucking lesson, that was for sure.
A moan escaped me as our mouths touched. Sure, it was the power of that moment, but more than that, it was the memory of his lips around my clit, his tongue thrusting into my cunt.
I jerked in surprise when I felt the button on the fly of my short shorts being pulled apart. One set of hands went to one side of the fly, another set went to the other. The tearing of thick denim didn’t altogether come as a surprise as they ripped the fly wide open so they could delve deeper than the fastener originally allowed, but their eagerness for me made me groan as Axe slid his tongue against mine, inviting me to play with him.
If Wolfe was a fight, Axe was a dance.
And as he erased my mind of anything remotely sad, Wolfe and Dagger went to work on driving me crazy. My shirt disappeared next with a huge, wrenching sound, one that had buttons popping everywhere. Each one connected with the wall or the ground with a sharp ping that, for some stupid reason, ratcheted up my need.
A pair of hands cupped my tits, the other began to work their way through my folds, one caressed my clit, and the other rimming my slit until I was rocking my hips, hungry for more.
I could feel how wet I was, and with anyone else in this world, I’d probably have been embarrassed by it a few years back, but Ryan had shown me what I could do with my body, how I could drive him crazy.
No longer the shy virgin, I knew I could twist their cocks into knots, and I fully intended to.
MC brothers weren’t the most faithful of guys. I didn’t intend to be cheated on. I intended to blow their goddamn minds and to keep the brain in their pants focused on me at all times.
Just thinking about how I was going to go about doing that made me grind my hips down until my soft flesh connected with Dagger’s denim fly. His hands were in the way and took some of the brunt, but at my move, he shifted his hands slightly, focused on my clit as I began to twist my hips, and rocked the tent he was also packing. I arched my hips, needing full contact, because I knew things were going to explode in my face very quickly.
I had four men to satisfy, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
❖
Flame
Watching Lucie ride Dagger’s fly was probably one of the hottest things I’d seen since… well, the last time she’d been in this position.
In the time we’d spent apart, I’d fucked countless women, seen hundreds of strippers shaking their tits at me, but none compared to her.
No one.
She was curvy where I liked her curves, taut where I loved her slenderness. She was the perfect mixture, always had been, always would be, and I wanted, so goddamn badly, to fuck those luscious tits that my cock ached enough to unfasten my zipper and drag out my dick and balls from their cage.
The second they were out, I watched my cock throb to the beat of my heart as a few drops of pre-cum slipped from the tip. She’d always loved going down on us, and she was one of the odd ones who liked to swallow. Not that that was something for a guy to complain about, but it was a turn on to watch her chug down my seed like it was a shot of vodka and not something disgusting she needed to spit out in the trash.
As I jacked myself off, I watched as Dagger finally decided to take charge, and grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into the air. One second she was writhing against him, the next she was in his arms as he carried her over to me on the sofa.
Axe and Wolfe watched on in lazy-eyed amusement. Dagger was more particular than us. He liked things just so, and we didn’t really give a fuck so it was just easier to give into him where this shit was concerned.
He said he was more visual than us. I said he was a fucking freak, but then who was I to judge? I got a hard-on when I set shit on fire, and used a lighter as a coping mechanism… Normal and me didn’t go in the same sentence.
When he carried her over to the sofa, he murmured, “Drop down.”
She bit her lip but obeyed, her sneaker-covered feet arching into tiptoe thanks to the height difference between them. As she settled into a standing position, I reached over, grabbed the hem of her busted shorts, and began dragging them down her legs.
The sight of her panty-less pussy had my mouth watering, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing a firm hold of her ass, dragging her backward toward me, and shoving my face between her thighs. My momentum, the jerky motion of it, had her tipping forward—straight into Dagger.
He’d used his time wisely. His cock was out, and even as she propped herself up on him, she opened her mouth and slurped him down.
Fuck!
I wanted my cock to be in her mouth, but Christ, the taste of her was like chocolate to an addict. She melted on my tongue, tasting of honey and Lucie and everything I needed her to remind me of—a broken past that held a promising future.
As I slurped up her juices, I tongued her clit before thrusting into her sex. She tried to clamp down on me, wiggling her hips and ass to make me do as she wished, but I ignored her. When she mumbled her disapproval, I stopped sucking on her pussy lips for a second and nipped at her ass.
On the brink of chiding her, I saw that Dagger was doing that for me. His hands were in her hair as he used her mouth to fuck himself. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing my shaft and tightening my fist around it. When I cut a look at my brothers, I saw they were in a similar position, except they were both buck naked.
As I returned to her cunt, I went back to her clit and sucked down on it hard. When she squealed, arching up onto tiptoe again, I smirked into her silken wet folds and did it again. And again. Until she was gagging on Dagger’s dick and he was roaring out his pleasure.
I didn’t get it, but Dagger was a BJ and anal guy. The pussy held very little interest to him, and considering we liked to share, that came in very handy when there were three other brothers who’d willingly get into a fucking fight over prime pussy.
And Lucie’s cunt was more than just prime. It might as well have a crown stamped on her pubic bone.