by Lila Rose
Time disappeared as we kissed, but when we came up for breath, which I found hard at that moment, the windows were fogged up and people were backing out of the parking area.
“Fuck, precious, you kiss like that I can’t wait to see what else you can do.”
A blush heated my already warm cheeks. A strong tingle fluttered between my legs, causing me to rub my thighs together. Caden of course saw it and groaned loudly, as though he were in pain.
“Damn, baby, you do that and slow will be something of the past.”
Licking my bottom lip, I asked, “So, I, um. Was...did I do okay...kissing?”
His head rocked back on my shoulders, his eyes were wide. “Josie, was that your first kiss?”
Looking to my hands on my lap, I nodded.
“Christ,” Caden hissed. My gaze went straight up to him. He leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. “My girl, sweet and shy and never been kissed. So glad I got to kiss you first, baby. We won’t tell Billy that. But I can honest to God say that, fuck, beautiful, you’ll rock Eli’s world with that mouth of yours.”
My smile was wide and full of happiness. What made it so big was because Caden obviously cared for Eli. He didn’t want to tell Eli that he’d taken my first kiss and that was...sweet.
“Can we do it again?” I asked.
Caden ran a hand over his face. “Precious,” he groaned. “I’d love to keep neckin’ with you, but I only have so much control. How about we drive home and there, fuck, I’ll give you a goodnight kiss.”
“Okay,” I said happily, moving to my seat and pulling on my seat belt. It was then Caden’s laughter filled the cabin.
Caden was true to his word. He even walked me to my bedroom door and kissed me speechless and stupid before he gently pushed me into my room and shut the door...only with him on the other side.
Eli’s date was a lot of fun. He was wilder than Caden. Where Caden preferred the quiet, Eli preferred the noise, which explained how we ended up at Luna Park on St Kilda. It was early, so we walked around holding hands while checking things out. Eli had me giggling a lot at his antics. He didn’t care if he made a fool of himself if it caused me to laugh. He always seemed on a high and I loved that about him.
What I also had to watch out for was his short fuse. His temper was never at me. I knew that with my whole being, I was safe with Eli. But if someone jostled me or looked at me wrongly, Eli would snap into the man I saw in Marybeth’s diner. Even one time I had to hold him back when a teenager, a kid of about seventeen, walked by with some mates and said something crude, that he wouldn’t mind having me in his bed.
Eli spun around and grabbed the kid’s tee. “What the fuck you say?” he hissed in his face.
“Dude, calm down. He was only joking,” one of the kid’s mates said.
“I don’t give a fuck if he was joking. Learn some fuckin’ manners. She’s my woman and I don’t like other guys talkin’ crap about her.”
“Yeah, yeah, all right, brother.”
“I ain’t your fuckin’ brother.” Eli jostled the kid back and forth by his tee.
It was then I snapped out of my shock and went to Eli’s side. “Stop it,” I demanded. “Eli, he was only joking around. He meant nothing by it.”
“He was—”
“Eli, please just let him go so we can get back to the fun we were having. Please.” I reached out and grabbed his arm. He looked at me and let go of the kid straight away. I started for the opposite direction knowing Eli would follow and he did, leaving the group of teens alone.
“Jose—”
Stopping, I turned to face him. “Eli, you can’t keep doing that,” I said calmly. “Not everyone is out to harm me in some way. They were just teens, Eli, mucking around and having fun. I didn’t take offence to it and neither should you.”
He took the last step toward me and his hands went to each side of my neck. “Babe, I’m sorry, okay. I know I suck at controlling myself, but it’s because I watched my father verbally abuse my mum for years. He’d never get physical with her, but what he said was enough to get to her. Every fuckin’ time it cut her deep and I don’t want you to feel that cut. But for you, I will try to curb it...somewhat.”
Eli had never spoken of his parents and I was glad he was opening up about them to me. In a way, I could understand his behaviour, but he needed to learn that I was not fragile any longer, not when I had my two knights beside me.
Stepping in close, I wrapped my arms around his firm waist, my head resting against his chest, where I could hear his heart thumping.
Goodness, was my bad-boy biker nervous?
That thought was crazy. He couldn’t be.
“Okay, Eli. Thank you for telling me that. Does...is your mum still with your dad?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’d asked her to leave many times, but she never will. No matter how much she knew that shit was hard for her kid to hear and see, which was why I got outta the house so young.”
Resting my chin on his chest, I looked up at him. “Sorry you had to deal with that growing up.”
“Babe, it was nothing really. Not fuckin’ worth mentioning. Not when many go through tougher times.”
He meant me.
Still, it didn’t matter that mine was harder or different. What mattered was that Eli seeing his parents like that hurt him, and I hated that for him.
Sliding my hands up his chest, I watched with fascination as he stopped breathing. His eyes sprung wider and the pulse in his neck jumped.
As soon as my hands were curled into his hair, I pulled him down a little so our lips could touch for the first time and when they did, I withdrew my head a fraction to see his reaction. He let out a huff of air, his arms tightened around my waist and his stare turned heated and hungry right before he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine again.
His tongue slipped out, testing, trying to see if I was ready. When I opened my mouth to run my own tongue with his, he moaned and the kiss melted into passion.
Eli pulled away first. His hand went to the back of my head where he brought it against his chest. We took our time to catch our breath. “Jesus, sweetheart. Christ. We have to stop before I take you here and now in front of everyone.”
Nothing against the idea came to mind at that present time.
“Bloody hell, you saying nothing says it all. Let’s cool our jets and enjoy the night.”
“Does that mean you won’t kiss me anymore?”
“Fuck no.” He laughed.
And he was right. The rest of the night was completed with food, rides, prizes and fun. The best part was when Eli would steal kisses when he could. His lips always seemed to find their way back to me and I was happy to oblige.
I was surprised to find that Caden and Eli kissed so differently. Both could be hard, gentle and delicious. But both in their own amazing way.
Addiction.
They were mine and I was looking forward to the next stage after kissing...hopefully soon.
The rest of the month was spent on uni and work. The guys went separately, because neither one was willing to leave me unguarded, to see Memphis and got themselves situated in Memphis’ charter. Apparently, Dodge and Dallas were in town as well now. I was yet to see them myself, but Eli said they’d settled in well at the Caroline Springs compound, though it made me wonder what was actually going down since Talon had sent so many members down our way. One day I would make it over there to see Memphis, Dodge and Dallas, but studying was taking up the rest of the time I had when I wasn’t with Eli and Caden.
With everything being so busy, things between the guys and myself hadn’t advanced from the hot kisses that drove, not only my mind insane, but my body. Each night they would walk me to my room and both of them would kiss me soundly goodnight...then that was it.
Again, were they waiting for me?
I wasn’t sure if they were waiting for me to make the first move, or if they were really so tired from everything they’d been doing. Between guarding me
and the compound, they seemed strung out.
I didn’t find out the other reason they were strung out until two nights later.
Two nights later, my eyes opened wide.
Two nights later, I was taught there was more to what my mind provided.
Two nights later, I walked in on something that made my panties wet in seconds.
Chapter Ten
Billy
Josie had gone to the apartment downstairs to help Mrs Evans, the new tenant, with her two-year-old son while Mrs Evans ran to the grocery store. Simone was out with some dude she was seeing at the time. Pick and I were sitting on the couch watching CSI. The women of the house hated the show, so we were happy to get the place to ourselves, knowing that Josie was only downstairs safe.
“Saw Cameron the other day,” Pick said after taking a pull of his beer.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, the idiot and two of his friends cornered me in the dunny. Apparently, they thought I was the lesser freak of the two of us.”
I busted out laughing, knowing that wasn’t true. We were both the same really. When we protected, we did it in the way no fool would want to try shit. The most ruthless way possible.
“What a fuckin’ tool,” I said. “What’d you do?”
“After I knocked out his friends, I threatened to gut him like the pig he is. To get my point across, he now has a small scrape across his stomach.”
Snorting, I asked, “You think he knows we don’t fuck around now?”
“Not likely.”
“What’s up with that fucker? How dumb can one person be?”
“He likes to hide behind his lawyer daddy. He thinks he’s invincible.”
“Idiot. No one’s invincible to Hawks.”
“Exactly.”
My hands played with my now empty beer bottle. I’d been wanting to ask Pick something for a long time, but fuck, I was a dude and dudes didn’t talk about anything but cars, bikes and work.
“What you wanna ask?” Pick questioned. I looked over at him, one brow raised. I swear the dick could read minds sometimes. He lay on the couch, his knees bent and feet up right next to me. Then he spread his legs and smirked up at me.
“You’re a fuckin’ freak when you do that.”
He shrugged. “I know. It’s just easy to read you and our girl, that’s all. So, you gonna talk or what?”
“Christ, Pick. I don’t know...Fuck. Okay, look...do you think? Hell, I’ve had a hard-on for the last three weeks over our woman. Do you think she’s ready to, you know?”
I was waiting for the laugh, the teasing. When it didn’t come, I looked over at him. His face was serious. He shrugged and said, “Not sure. She loves the attention we give her already and, fuck, I know she gets excited from it, but I ain’t sure she’s ready for the next step. Even if we are more than ready.”
Banging my head against the back of the couch, I said, “My dick has had enough of my hand every fuckin’ morning in the shower.”
“I know the feeling,” Pick uttered.
We went back to watching TV. I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one havin’ a hard time. Josie was fuckin’ amazing. She shared her sweetness between the two of us perfectly. Leaving neither of us worrying she cared for the other more. Nope, our woman showed us both the same love.
CSI finished and goddamn Mork and Mindy started playin’. There was no way in hell I was sitting through that crap.
“Pass the remote. We ain’t watching this,” I demanded, holding out my hand for the remote sitting behind Pick’s head on the armrest of the couch.
“Fuck off, this show is a classic.”
“Brother, do not fuck with me. I ain’t watching it.”
Pick chuckled. “Looks like you don’t have a choice.”
Dammit, he was gonna hog the fuckin’ remote and make me suffer through it. Well, screw that. I moved quickly, I was over him reaching for the remote, but the dick was faster. He grabbed it and stretched his arm out further from my reach.
“Give me the fuckin’ remote,” I snapped.
“Get the fuck off and I’ll think about it.” Seeing his mouth twitch when I looked down at him, I knew the fucker was full of shit.
Stretching out, my fingers just touched it...but then all thoughts fled my head when I heard Pick let out a strangled, “Jesus.”
My cock knew before my brain registered what my body was actually doing and I guessed Pick had just figured it out as well. Motherfucking Christ, in the action of getting the remote, I was suddenly grinding my hips down on Pick’s and without knowing it during the struggle, Pick’s legs had moved apart to let my weight fall on top of him.
Now I knew I was rubbin’ my hard-as-fuck cock against his just-as-hard dick I couldn’t stop. The friction felt fuckin’ unreal, especially when it wasn’t my hand rubbin’ one off; instead, I was using Pick’s body.
“Hell,” I growled. My hand fell away from even trying to get the remote, to the armrest above Pick’s head as I kept rubbing our cocks together. I looked down at his half-mast eyes. Christ, he was gone as much as I was. I had to stop it though.
But fuck it felt so good.
“Goddamn.” I groaned when Pick’s hands slapped to my waist and brought my hips down harder as we slid up and down on each other. “We...we need to stop,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Fuck. My balls were shrinking up. I was close to comin’. Damn, it had been too long from havin’ a warm body under me, even if I wasn’t inside that body, just the friction was enough.
“In a second.” Pick glared up at me. He wanted to finish. Hell, I did also, but we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing.
No matter how much my cock loved me for it right then.
Something made me look over my shoulder...motherfuckin’ Christ. Josie stood there, her eyes hooded, her breath rapid and her hands clenched. Blow me the fuck over, it was like she was fighting with herself not to come over.
What would have been the gentleman thing to do was jump off Pick and attend to Josie, but I was too fuckin’ far gone, all I could think about was the release clawin’ its way out soon.
Leanin’ down to Pick more, I whispered, “Our girl’s watchin’.”
“Fuck—”
“She’s likin’ what she’s seein’.”
“Ah, Jesus.” Pick groaned. Yeah he was feelin’ what I was. How fuckin’ hot it was havin’ the girl of our dreams watchin’ us and gettin’ off on it.
So much so, I felt my release on the edge. “I’m gonna come.” I moaned and I wasn’t quiet about it.
“Fuck yeah. Christ, here comes mine.” Pick’s grip was gonna leave bruises tomorrow on my hips, but four more slides up and down, our cocks rubbin’ in the right spot sent us over the edge and we convulsed and yelled together as we let our loads squirt free into our boxers and jeans.
The need to collapse on top of Pick was heavy. Still, we had our horny girl to deal with. Hell, if I had known our girl would get turned on by watching me rub one off on Pick, then I would have done it a long time ago.
Slowly, I moved back to sit down at the end of the couch and turned my gaze to Josie, who was frozen on the spot just inside the front door. Her fisted hand was over her heart now. Was she trying to slow it?
The only thing that was annoying the hell outta me was the wetness in my jeans. I’d come so hard I swore I’d have a wet patch staining my jeans.
“Sweetheart...” I waited for her eyes to turn to my face and not our groins. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Billy,” Pick’s voice warned.
“I-um.” Josie licked her lips. Yeah, she liked it a helluva lot. “Y-yes.”
With that word, Pick sat up quickly with a smug smile on his face. “Precious, how did you like it?”
“W-what do you mean?” Her head turned on its side while she thought about Pick’s question.
“Babe,” I started, her eyes went to me. “Are you wet?”
“Oh,” she gasped. Our girl, so sweet
, so shy and nervous. “Um...yes. Shouldn’t I be?” she asked with worry lacing her voice.
Pick stood first and walked to her. His hands cupped her face before he brought her face up and he touched his lips with hers. “Some women would get off on seeing that. We weren’t sure if you would. But we’re glad you did.”
“You are?” she asked on a whisper.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” I said, steppin’ up to them. Pick moved back so Josie could see me. “Now the question is,” I began, but then leaned in to kiss her. Christ, when her tongue peeked out to touch my bottom lip, I deepened the kiss. She was more than ready for the next small stage. One hand grabbed her arse and I pulled her closer, a mew spilled from her mouth that was still attacking mine.
With regret, I moved my mouth from her lips to nibble down her neck. I gestured to Pick to move closer. He did. He stepped up to Josie’s other side and as her neck was arched for my kisses, Pick took her lips and she moaned. She was in the moment, feelin’ instead of thinkin’. If we could keep her there, she would love it.
Pullin’ my head back so I could watch Pick and Josie kiss, because it turned me the fuck on, again my dick grew with eagerness. Especially when I saw Pick’s hand move up her waist to run over Josie’s breast.
“Yes,” she mumbled against his lips and that, of course, gave him the sign to keep goin’. His hand quickly slid down and then up under her tee where he took her breast in hand.
His lips moved from her mouth. He rested his forehead against hers as their heavy breaths got under control.
“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom,” I suggested. Josie’s nod was subtle, but it was there. So Pick removed his hand and grabbed hers to lead her to her bedroom where I was already making my way down the hall. “I’m just gonna change my pants,” I said, moving into Parker’s room where Pick’s and my clothes were held.
“I’ll do mine when you get back,” Pick said, his voice deeper than usual, lust riding it.
After a quick change and clean up, I made my way into Josie’s room only wearing black boxers. I wasn’t sure Jose was ready to see me totally naked.
Motherfuckin’ God. When I walked in, it was to see them laying out on the bed. Pick had his upper body over Josie’s and his mouth was attacking hers again while his hand inched up her tee. Seeing them like that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. But then Pick noticed my presence, he stopped and climbed off the bed.
