by Forgy, M. N.
Closer now, I can see their patches on their leather cuts, they’re from different clubs. The Indian looking one is named Kane and is from a club called The Devil’s Dust here in California. The shorter Burnette biker is from a club based out of Las Vegas called Sin City Outlaws, and his name is Gatz.
These are my kind of men. Bad boys. I work with men like these all the time, and I know how to handle them. Never show fear and keep your chin high with confidence.
Kane reaches for me first, fisting me by the hips and pulling me flush with him in one swift move. His hard-warm body presses up against mine and my breathing shallows to near nothing.
“Hey sweetheart,” Kane whispers into my ear, and it sends a shiver down my body. His voice is deep, so sexy I want him to keep talking to me. Using his free hand, he gently grabs my wrist and lifts it to his neck before slowly sliding his knuckles down the back of my arm.
Each touch and caress, sends my toes curling into my boots in search of release.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I start feeling good from the tequila shots. Hair in my face, lips parted, I grind myself on Kane’s knee to the beat of the rough music. My body’s alive, my nipples ache with excitement, my body slick with sweat, and my thong is soaked with arousal.
Gatz intertwines his fingers with the left hand of Kane’s on one of my hips and rubs his erection in a circular motion along my backside. Glancing over my shoulder at him, he runs his nose over my shoulder before biting down on the bare flesh. My head falls back, it feels so fucking good.
I’m sandwiched between two large bikers, that are grinding and dancing on each side of me. Moving my ass along one, I rub my heavy chest on the other. Their hands slide up and down my curves, with their legs in between mine. I don’t know where I begin and they end. It’s as if it’s just us three lost in a fog of lust and desire, the rest of the club faded and lost to the clouds of staring citizens. I feel beautiful, I feel wanted, and I never want it to end.
Pressed between two of the hottest men in the bar we dance on top of each other to the song “Bad Girlfriend” by Theory of A Deadman. Our eyes locked on one another, our bodies grinding and pulling each other as close as we can get without completely dry humping on the dance floor.
Kane leans down, his hot tongue flicking my earlobe. I moan at the wet contact, my nails digging into the skin of his neck. God, I want more. I need it, and now before I break my big toe from curling my toes in these boots for some kind of relief.
“You wanna get out of here?” Kane whispers.
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Pulling back, I look deep into his eyes to see if he’s serious. He doesn’t blink, his face void of any emotion. So, I nod. I’d go anywhere with him right now. He gives Gatz a look, and they both grab one of my hands and drag me away from the dance floor. Women stare at me with awe, men with angry expressions giving me a once over before their girls slap them in the chest for staring too long. I feel like the luckiest girl in this bar tonight.
Once outside, my skin prickles from the night air brushing up against my sweaty skin.
Kane and Gatz don’t stop once outside, they don’t ask me my name, or care for chit-chat.
They drag me along like the hooker they picked up from the bar and nothing more, heading toward their bikes parked at the end of the lot.
Passing my car, I slow my steps.
“I um, I drove.” I point toward my car.
Gatz glances over at me with a blank look.
“You’ve been drinking, you’re not driving.” His dominant tone forces my sex to throb achingly. Nobody tells me what I’m doing, but then again, these men don’t know who I am. It’s refreshing as it is infuriating.
Swallowing the sudden knot in my throat, I breathe through my nose and keep my mouth shut the rest of the walk to their motorcycles.
They’re quiet, not saying a word, but the sexual tension is unmistakable. Just glancing at us you can see it glowing around us like a halo of temptation.
I came here with the idea of sleeping with one man, and I have two freaking bikers.
I should be scared, terrified they might take me somewhere and tie me up, but I’m so turned on, it’s as if I can’t filter in to that side of my brain right now. All I want is to be touched, to be free of any adult responsibilities for one night.
Two shiny motorcycles sit side by side with helmets on them. They’re sexy as fuck, but I have no idea what kind they are. I’ve seen plenty of them, and have always wanted to go for a ride, but it would be unprofessional of me to ask a client for a joy ride. They’d want favors if I did that.
“I’ve never ridden before,” I say more to myself than to them, my finger trailing along the dew beading on one of the fenders.
“A night of many firsts.” Gatz smiles handsomely, handing me a helmet. My face goes stoic as my fingers accept the heavy helmet. What does he mean a night of many firsts? Does he know I’m a virgin, is it that obvious?
Tingling sweeps up the back of my neck and across my face, and I hide behind my hair. Turning away from them, I place the helmet over my head, the soft liner smashing my face into safety. Kane grins and fastens it for me.
“This is a night you won’t forget.” The soft words draw from his lips like a roofie. His eyes never leaving mine. He’s cocky, arrogant even, and much different than Gatz.
“You’re very sure of yourself.” I cock a smile, and he grunts in that man-way guys do before turning around.
Twisting a strand of my hair that escaped the helmet, I look back at my car. If I get on one of these motorcycles, there’s no turning back.
“You guys aren’t like serial killers or anything like that are you?” I half joke, but that part of my brain is starting to throw up some red flags. Like I said, I work with men like this and know what they’re capable of.
“A serial killer has to have three or more kills, right?” Kane asks Gatz, his tone of voice lacking emotion.
“Yeah, something like that,” Gatz states, shrugging.
“Oh, then yeah, we’re good.” Kane’s shit-eating grin is almost contagious. “We’re way past three, so what’s that called?” he asks me. My stomach drops. Does he mean he’s killed way more than three people?
My mouth dries, my hand dropping from twisting a lock of hair.
“Ignore him.” Gatz laughs and shakes his head. His hand grasps mine, squeezing it reassuringly. His touch is soft, even with the callus of his fingertips. “He’s an asshole— “
“Yeah, but that’s what you like about me,” Kane interrupts him.
Gatz doesn’t deny it as he looks down with a silent smile. Lifting his bright eyes to mine, he tilts his to the side. “We’ll make him pay later.” He winks, and it’s the most charming thing I’ve ever seen. Are they a couple?
Gatz throws his leg over the seat of his bike and starts it, the rumble making my chest vibrate. My fucking heart is beating so fast I feel like it’s going to explode. I feel… free!
Gatz pats the back of his bike, inviting me.
Sliding behind him, I place the heels of my boots on the pegs and wrap my hands around his waist. He’s much smaller in the torso than Kane.
“Damn girl, you got some legs on you,” Gatz admires, and all I can think about is having them wrapped around him later.
“Let’s go play, kids,” Kane states, revving up his bike and taking off.
Gatz follows, the jerk of the bike nearly making me squeal, and the people in the parking lot nearly throw themselves to get out of the way.
Diving in and out of traffic, we head to a destination I’m unaware of. Maybe I should have asked a lot more questions before jumping on the back of a handsome stranger’s motorcycle.
Staring at him from behind, his short hair swipes against his ears from the wind rushing past, his leather jacket flapping into my knees. With this helmet on, I can barely feel anything but the drumming of my heartbeat. I want the wind on my face, and I want to experience the rush of having nothing
between me and the road. Taking my hands off his waist, I clench my knees onto his thighs and unhook my helmet. Pulling it off my head, I set it in my lap and the cool wind hits me so hard it nearly takes my breath away. It’s warm, but cold. Fresh and crisp.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. Adrenaline pushes through my veins like a new street drug, freedom wraps around me with fragile hands fueling my reckless behavior until I’m laughing so hard I don’t even recognize myself.
Gatz peeks over his shoulder and smirks. Leaning his head back, his lips move as if he’s saying something, but I can’t hear him from the wind whispering in my ear.
I lean forward, tucking my wild hair away from my face so I can lip read if I have to.
“What?” I yell so he can hear me over the motor and breeze
“You’ll never want to ride in a car again!” he hollers louder, and he’s right. You’d have to drive one-hundred miles an hour in a car to get the same rush you feel on a motorcycle going the normal speed limit.
“I love it!”
We descend around a corner on a back street, our speed slowing down to below the speed limit when a small hotel comes into sight. It’s made up of yellow brick, and flowers and bushes are all around the property. It’s got a country aura to it.
The New Inn reads in bright yellow lights above the main office.
How fitting the name, because after tonight, I will be a new woman.
Gatz pulls his motorcycle into the parking lot and sets his feet down on the ground walking it in backward into a parking spot; Kane parking right next to us.
After cutting the engines off, I climb off Gatz’s bike with a smile on my face I can’t seem to shake. I never would have guessed a simple ride on a motorcycle would be so enjoyable.
Kane’s boots stomp onto the pavement, the scoff making me glance his way.
“You should have kept your helmet on,” Kane scolds, his finger pointing at me as if I’m a disobedient child. Is he always in this kind of a mood?
Arms wrap around my legs, and I’m lifted from the ground like a princess, forcing a squeal from my lungs. Wrapping my hands around Gatz’s neck, a name brand cologne and something woodsy intoxicates my senses. His body is warm against my cool skin from the breeze of the ride, and his chest is hard against mine.
Gatz starts walking toward Room 7, and Kane follows behind us. His heavy boots thudding into the pavement, his dominating eyes looking around, his facial expression hard and unfriendly. It’s sexy in a way.
Turning back toward the hotel, it occurs to me that we don’t even check in. Have they been staying here? Together? Do their clubs no they are seeing each other? Are they enemies?
So many questions rattle my mind.
“Do you stay here often?” I can’t help but ask one question, but I just get a smirk from Gatz, and Kane doesn’t even look at me, let alone answer.
Kane steps in front of us, pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. Holding the spring-loaded door open for Gatz and I as we step inside. It smells of men’s soap and sweat. My hormones going crazy from the testosterone fogging the air. My eyes immediately sweep across the room. A king-sized bed made up of red and white blankets and sheets with a wooden dresser and black mini fridge that buzzes on the opposite side. I notice a black duffle bag in the corner, explaining one of them must be staying here. Possibly Gatz because he’s not from here?
Gatz suddenly plops me on the bed, my legs sprawling out to where you can see my thong. Pressing my knees together, Gatz’s hands press into each side of the bed as he leans into my space. He’s handsomely beautiful. Like a man you would see on a GQ cover. Reaching up, I palm his face, his beautiful eyes seeking mine. They’re soft, but swimming with danger. Like the ocean, beautiful from the surface but within harbors dangerous things from the unknown.
Not able to help myself I lean forward and press my lips to his. They’re soft and supple. He inhales deeply, his eyes squinting as if he’s in pain from my touch. It causes my brows to furrow, not expecting that reaction. His lips slowly pucker, and he kisses me back.
At first, it’s slow and formal. Then hunger strikes as his tongue flicks against my lips, and I nip at his bottom lip playfully, the kiss deepening and taking my breath away. He’s such an amazing kisser.
Pulling away, I inhale the breath he took, and he looks over his shoulder at Kane, who is laying lines of coke out on the dirty dresser.
Gatz rubs his hand through his dark hair, he looks sexy with messy hair. I run my nails through it, truly fucking it up and he chuckles, stepping away.
Gatz grabs Kane’s nape and kisses him. Kane tasting my spit off Gatz’s tongue. Kane is rough when he kisses, demanding the lips of Gatz. Pushing my thighs together I watch the two men make-out before me, something I’ve never seen before but find incredibly hot. Gatz breaks away, their eyes silently speaking to each other before he bends down and sniffs up a small line of cocaine, Kane following after him.
This is getting real, this is all happening tonight. Wetting my lips, I stand, deciding I’m going to do the cocaine too. I need something a little stronger than a couple of shots to settle my nerves. I’m so uptight and nervous there’s no way I’m going to enjoy tonight.
Walking quickly to erase the distance, I eye the drugs with confidence.
“You sure?” Gatz asks, gently touching the inside of my wrist with his soft touch. I look to Kane, and he lifts his head. Flicking his chin with his thumb, his eyes challenge me.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I mutter under my breath. A wolfish smile pulls at his mouth, his hand wrapping around my long thick hair and gently pulling. Kane is mute. The silent type. His face rough and displaying hardships and need.
Using my hair as a handle, he pushes my face toward the snowy lines.
Using my index finger, I close off one nostril and use my free nostril to sniff the white powdery substance. It burns, causing my eyes to instantly water. My throat tingles forcing me to cough, closing my eyes a warm fuzzy feeling lifts me off my feet.
Opening my eyes, the room is in high definition. Every color feeling as if it were alive and moving. I feel fucking amazing. Kane pulls his shirt over his head; his tanned muscled skin makes me grit my teeth with desire. He’s strikingly good-looking. With Gatz right beside me, I grab the bottom of his shirt and lift it over his head. I need to see him naked, to feel his chest beneath my fingernails. When his shirt is off, I’m surprised to see him covered in tattoos and is almost just as muscular as Kane. He’s in a biker gang, I don’t know why I’m shocked to see him inked and strong. Maybe it’s his caring demeanor?
Lips skim across the back of my neck, and hands pull at my dress as I walk back slowly until the back of my knees hit the mattress. The room dances in shadows and lights, and when I lay down, I feel like I’m floating onto the mattress like a drifting feather.
Blinking, my face lax with a dopy smile, Kane appears in my line of sight. He kisses me deeply, his callused hands gripping my chin as he demands my mouth harshly. His tongue tastes of beer and sin, and I want to douse myself in it and dance all night.
Gatz pushes himself in between my legs, his hands touching the sensitive skin between my thighs, my panties pool with wetness, and throbs with the rhythm of my heart.
Suddenly I feel a void, like falling into a rabbit hole. There’s no hands or lips touching me. Lifting my heavy head up, Kane and Gatz kiss one another, their hands pulling on each other’s jeans and underwear frantically.
Kane’s cock comes out of his gray boxers first, and I can’t help but stare. It’s dark and thick. Gatz spits on his hand and fists it and pumps it, Kane growls in reaction, just as he rips the white boxers from Gatz’s legs. His white long cock coiled with veins wrapping around it springs free, bobbing into the air like an arrow. I got it all with these two boys, length and girth.
Both on their knees they both suddenly look at me, and I hold my breath. Their eyes dark and dancing with temptation, as if I’m their dessert tonight
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“Hi!” I wave seductively, and completely high.
They both descend on me, hands and lips everywhere. My skin prickles and warms from every swipe of their fingers, roughness of the stubble on their faces, and nip of their teeth. I feel like I’m lost at sea. The waves and ocean doing what it wants to me, and I’m just along for the journey. My fingers dig into the bedsheets as Gatz spreads my legs open. My eyes in a haze, I watch him bring a condom wrapper to his mouth and tug it open with his sharp teeth, Kane pulling his condom open with his fingers. The sound of the condom wrappers ripping apart, makes my spine drip with sweat.
Here we go.
Gatz jerks my thong to the side and slowly enters me. His eyes never leaving mine as he pushes in. My lips part, my brows furrowing with unease as inch by inch of his length stretches into my tightness. I close my eyes and breathe through the pain. Fuck this hurt, I can’t imagine doing this sober.
