Double Trouble: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 8)

by Dixon, Ruby

  This time, when Muscle looks over at me, his expression is a little softer. “You chose the wrong guy if you need protection, baby girl. Beast here’s a package deal with me, and it’s clear I’m not your type.”

  “That’s wrong,” I whisper. I know exactly what I signed up for. And since he’s not looking at me, I can’t convince him with my expression. But I can convince him in other ways.

  So I approach where he’s seated on the couch, beer still in hand. He doesn’t move an inch, but I see his focus turn to me as I move closer. I’m trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation, but I force myself to keep going forward. My knees knock against his leg, and then before I can stop to think about things, I throw my leg over his lap and straddle him. My small breasts are in his face now and it’s clear I have his undivided attention.

  He raises an eyebrow at me. “That’s a forward move for a virgin.”

  “Not really a virgin any longer,” I breathe, pleased that I didn’t stutter through that statement.

  The look he gives me is considering, and it makes my heart pound wildly. He is such a pretty man. He really is. If I’d have gone for the most gorgeous of the Bedlam Butchers instead of the fiercest, I’d still be with the same pair.

  I wrap my arms around his neck. “C-c-can I k-kiss you?”

  He lifts his chin in a subtle nod, as if saying give it your best shot.

  So I do.

  My life hasn’t been filled with a lot of kisses or affection. My dad was a dick, my mom killed herself, and my brother’s a terror who makes my life hell. My few relationships never really got far past hand-holding, so I’m not a great kisser. I haven’t had any practice. I know this, but I have to try anyhow. I press my mouth gently to his, giving him the best kiss I can. It’s...surprisingly not hard to do. For a guy, his mouth is full and soft, and I fixate on kissing those incredible lips. Over and over, I press my mouth to his, nibbling at his upper lip and then his lower one, teasing them with my own. I’m not ready for tongue yet, but I’m showing him I’m willing. And I’m surprised when I feel an aching stir between my legs.

  I’m aroused by sitting here and kissing Muscle.

  I make a small whimper of protest in my throat when he pulls away, and he studies me for a minute, contemplative. He looks over at Beast. “You set her up for this?” His voice is throaty, sexy.

  “Nope.”

  Muscle studies me again. This time, his mouth nips mine and I feel my breasts tingle in response. I’m panting, my focus on his lips, and he says, “You turned on or you faking?”

  I blink at him, my senses dulled by the drugging kisses. “Huh?”

  “Just kinda a big turnabout for a girl that was so dry earlier,” he says. “Don’t know if I believe you. Not sure I want to get all worked up just to feel like I’m raping a chick all over again.”

  “I...I’m not. I l-l-like k-k-kissing you,” I stammer, and my cheeks feel like they’re on fire. I’m so embarrassed, and yet, I still want him to keep kissing me.

  “So if I put my hand in your panties, you’ll be wet for me?”

  I gasp at the thought, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I squirm on his lap. Am I wet? It’s hard for me to tell, but I’m throbbing between my legs in an entirely different way. So I shrug and move my hips just a little, spreading them wider. I’m breathless and excited, and all fear is starting to ebb. That kiss has fired me up. I want to do more. The table from earlier is just a bad memory, and Muscle under me feels real, his breath fanning against my cheek, the scent of his aftershave enveloping me.

  His gaze pins me and he keeps watching my face, even as I feel his hand go under the skirt of my dress. It slides up my thigh and moves between my legs to rest at the apex of my pussy, where I’m stretched and straddling him. And even as his fingers press against my panties, I can tell that they’re soaked.

  Muscle rubs me through the fabric, and gives me a heartbreaking little grin. “Now we’re talking.”

  The finger rubbing the crease of my pussy through my panties feels invasive and not quite enough all at the same time. I rub up against that maddening finger, wishing he’d push my panties aside and touch me, and still not quite ready for that yet.

  “So,” Muscle murmurs as I ride his hand. “What’s your name, baby girl?”

  “Cheyenne.”

  “Interesting.”

  “Says people call her Shy,” Beast adds.

  That makes Muscle smile broadly. “Definitely more of a Shy. I can see that.” He drags his fingers through my hair, admiring it. “You look shy. Shy, soft and sweet. What are you doing with guys like us, baby girl?”

  I just shake my head. I don’t want to talk about it. Heck, I don’t even want to think about it right now. I want to get back to kissing.

  But for some reason, Muscle doesn’t push. “Secret, huh? I know something about those.” He puts his fingers under my chin and tilts my mouth toward his, and then he’s kissing me again, our mouths locked, and this time, his tongue slicks into my mouth.

  And I whimper, because this time, the bolt of lust flaring through my body is impossible to mistake. It rocks through me, hard and hot.

  He makes a sound of pleasure low in his throat, and his hand goes to grip the back of my head, and he holds me against him while we kiss endlessly, his tongue flicking against mine and rubbing against it like I imagine it would against my breasts, and I’m feeling ticklish and breathless and oh so aroused by his mouth on me and his finger rubbing through the wet fabric of my panties.

  Muscle’s mouth pulls from mine. “Condom?”

  I blink at him, dazed, and then when I hear Beast’s chair creak as he gets up, I realize he wasn’t talking to me. He was talking to his buddy, who’s sitting and watching us make out. And that makes me feel a little squirmy. Not in a bad way, but it makes me wonder what he thinks as he sees Muscle making out with me, fingering me...

  But then Muscle’s kissing me again, and I forget about everything but his mouth on mine, his tongue rubbing against my own. When his mouth breaks free from mine again, his blue eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as he gazes at me. “Why don’t we get you naked? I want to look at that pretty ass again.”

  My lips part, and I bite back the moan rising in my throat. I want him to look at me, too. Want to see if I meet his approval. So I bite my lip and raise my arms when he tugs my slip dress over my head. It’s a flowy, flimsy dress with spaghetti straps, so there’s no bra, and when he tosses it aside, I’m in nothing but my red thong and my cowboy boots. My nipples are pricking and hard, my small breasts pointing.

  “Now that’s a pretty sight,” Muscle says, admiring my figure. His hand runs down my front, sliding between my breasts and onto my flat belly.

  “Backside’s nice, too,” Beast says from close by, and I look up to see him standing nearby. He drops the condoms off to Muscle, but instead of stepping away, he remains standing there. Watching me. And I have to admit, I find that arousing, too; that I can make this big man stop in his tracks and gaze at me. I’ve always been more of a mouse than a vixen, but I could get used to all this attention.

  “Yeah, she definitely has a pretty ass,” Muscle says, and reaches around me to grip it. He tugs me forward and I fall against his chest, my hands bracing on his shoulders. My nipples scrape his leathers and the vee of my sex pushes down against the hard length trapped in his jeans. Oh.

  “So, Miss Virgin,” Muscle says, a gleam in his eyes. “Anyone ever eat that pussy of yours before?”

  My eyes widen. He’s going to...he wants to do that? To me? I mutely shake my head, not trusting my voice.

  “Now that’s real interesting.” There’s a grin on Muscle’s face. “I’m a big fan of introducing a girl to all kinds of things. Making her scream my name. Making it so good she never forgets who she’s with. You might be real fun to play with, Shy.” His hand cups my breast and he takes my nipple between forefinger and thumb and begins to roll it.

  This time, I can’t bite back my moan. My eyes
close and I feel both his hands cup my breasts, now, teasing my nipples in tandem. It feels incredible, his hands warm against my skin, his fingers toying with my sensitive body. I arch my back to press them harder against his grip, wanting more. Needing more of these teasing, delicious touches. No one ever touches me. I didn’t realize I craved it until now.

  Then, his hands leave my breasts and he gives my ass a pat. “On your feet.”

  I blink my eyes open and obey, getting to my feet. He doesn’t get up, though, just leans forward and tugs my thong down my legs until I can step out of it. “Boots, too,” he says. “Don’t want to get kicked while I’m going down on you.”

  Dazed, I reach over and pull them off my feet. The floor’s kind of a mess here, so I just push them aside. I don’t think the guys will mind an extra shoe or two in the clutter.

  When I stand again, Muscle puts a hand below my belly button, and then rubs my mound, gazing at me. “Natural blond,” he comments. “That’s nice. Glad you’re not shaved I might feel like I’m fucking a twelve-year-old. Not something that turns me on.”

  I blush hard. It’s no secret that I’m tiny and lean. I’m barely five foot and my breasts could generously be called an A cup. But my hips still curve in. I know Muscle’s noticed this because his hand grips one buttock again and he gives it a squeeze, as if unable to resist touching.

  Then, he nods at the couch. “On your back here, baby girl.”

  He’s sitting at one end of the couch, but there’s still plenty for me to lie down on. I only hesitate for a second. After all, this gorgeous man wants to lick my most private parts to get me off. There’s not exactly a downside here. So I lay on my back and because it’ll make me feel a bit too exposed to just lay down and spread ‘em, I curl my legs to the side to hide my sex.

  Muscle sees this and puts his hand on my knee, gently pushing it backward until I’m spread for him anyhow. He stares down at my sex for so long that I start to get nervous. Is there something wrong with me? But he flicks his gaze up at me and wiggles his eyebrows. “Still wet, I see.”

  I can feel the blush scorching my cheeks. I can feel how wet I am, too.

  “Miss Shy,” he says, sliding forward on the couch until his face is poised between my legs. His hands go under my hips, and for a moment, I feel kind of like a watermelon slice that he’s about to take into his mouth. “I’ll have you know there’s a fine art to pussy eating, and I like to consider myself a professional.”

  Somewhere behind him, Beast snorts. “Here we go.”

  Muscle ignores him. “Every pussy is different, like a snowflake. And every woman is different. You need to figure out exactly what it takes to make her melt on your tongue. That is part of the challenge and the pleasure of tasting a woman.”

  Beast snorts again, and I get the impression he’s heard this sort of thing coming out of Muscle’s mouth before. His reactions are making me smile, taking the nervousness out of me.

  “Now, Miss Shy,” Muscle says, and for a moment there’s a drawl in his voice, and I realize he’s not from New Mexico. Georgia, maybe? Somewhere in the South. He continues on, interrupting my thoughts. “You don’t strike me as the most verbal of girls, but a man sometimes needs some encouragement. So what we’re gonna do is I’m gonna put my mouth between your legs, and you’re going to put your hand on my head. And if you like something and you don’t want to speak up, you can push on me to let me know that you like it, all right?”

  I nod again, feeling shy. I can practically feel this man’s breath on my labia. It’s making my anticipation ratchet up even more.

  “Now, don’t close your eyes,” Muscle tells me. “I want you to watch my gorgeous face buried in your pussy. That’s half the enjoyment.”

  Before I can promise that I won’t close anything, he lifts my hips and then his mouth is on me. A stunned, choked noise escapes my throat, and I try to process how this feels. His mouth is pushing through the lips of my sex, tongue snaking out to taste me. I feel it brush against my clit before he licks downward, and then I feel him against the opening of my core, licking there, too.

  It feels...weird. Not unpleasant, but I’m not sure what to make of it, either.

  “Hand,” he growls against my flesh.

  Oh. I obediently put a hand to his thick, dark blond hair. As his head sinks down again, my gaze flicks upward, over his big, muscled shoulders.

  Beast is standing nearby, watching Muscle’s mouth move over my pussy. His hand moves, and as my gaze moves to it, I realize he’s unbuckled his pants and his cock is out, and he’s stroking it as he watches his buddy go down on me.

  I’m shocked. It’s the most obscene thing I’ve ever seen, and yet I can’t look away. His hand moves back and forth over his cock—and it’s enormous—working it with skill and practiced ease as he watches us. Watches me on my back, my breasts pointing at the sky and a man between my legs.

  And Muscle’s tongue moves against my clit again, and my legs jerk. A moan escapes my throat. Oh God, that felt...so good. I push on his head. He chuckles and begins to move his tongue focused on my clit, and I gasp at how it feels. He’s flicking the tip of his tongue repeatedly against the underside of my clit and it’s tickling me and driving me mad with need. My legs jerk in reaction, and I can’t help but keep pushing on his head, soft whimpers escaping my throat.

  “Keep licking her right there,” Beast’s low voice rumbles. “She likes that.”

  My gaze flicks back to him, and I watch his fingers glide over his cock, stroking it.

  “Juicy little pussy,” Muscle comments. “She tastes sweet. You want a nibble?”

  “I’ll just watch for now,” Beast says. “Get her all worked up so I can fuck her after you.”

  I moan at their casual conversation. It’s like everything is made that much filthier by Muscle’s casual tonguing of my pussy between words and Beast’s hands on his cock. I lick my dry lips and look over to see what Beast is doing now, and he’s still moving his hands over his cock, but the head—deep and purple—is now dripping with pre-cum. My gaze moves to his face and he’s watching me, dark eyes intent, possessive, and that makes my breathing come even faster.

  Then, Muscle gives my clit a long, slow lick, and my hips rock. I cry out because it feels so freaking amazing, and I push on his head, hard. “Muscle,” I pant. I want him to do that again. I know if I say ‘please’ I’m going to stutter all over it, so I just moan his name again. “Muscle.”

  “I like that,” he murmurs, voice muffled between my thighs. “Keep saying it, baby doll.”

  Then, his tongue swirls around my clit, and my breasts ache in response. My heels dig into the couch because I feel as if I need to brace myself with every lick. My gaze darts between his head moving between my legs, and then the big, thick, dripping cock that’s being stroked a few feet away as Beast watches me get eaten out. Then, Muscle gives me another one of those long, heathen licks and I moan his name again. “Muscle.”

  “That’s right, baby.” He changes his licks, and now they’re short, quick, and utterly teasing. I whimper again, because he’s dragging me toward an orgasm, and I’m not sure I’m ready to go yet. My legs clench and I dig harder into the couch with my heels, lifting my hips even as I press against his head. All the while, Muscle just keeps giving me those short, quick licks.

  “Muscle,” I pant, my fingers twisting in his hair fiercely. “Oh, Muscle!”

  “Lick her harder,” Beast growls.

  Muscle does, his tongue dragging roughly over my sensitized flesh, and then I’m coming with a choked cry and my body tenses like a bow, lifting off the couch as Muscle keeps licking and licking and sucking on my skin. And Beast is just watching and stroking his cock, and I can’t stop staring at that, either.

  After what seems like forever, Muscle lifts his head and grins at me, pleased with himself. His mouth is wet, his lips swollen from working me over, and he looks more kissable than ever. “That was sweet,” he tells me. “You get wet as hell, Shy.”r />
  I blush to hear this from him. I don’t know why; after all, I just came against his mouth while another man looked on. But hearing about my response and living it are two different things, I guess.

  Muscle looks down at my hips and I feel his fingers nudge against the opening of my core. He pushes one inside of me and I gasp, because it hurts and feels invasive and yet...interesting and full at the same time.

  “She’s still pretty fucking tight,” Muscle says. “We still got lube around here?”

  “Always,” Beast says, and moves away to get it.

  Muscle studies me for a moment, like I’m a puzzle that needs solving. Then, his mouth dips and he’s licking my pussy again, his finger still buried inside me, and I’m so sensitive and twitching that I start moaning right away, the dual sensations overwhelming. Muscle licking my pussy feels amazing. Muscle licking my pussy with his finger deep inside me makes everything feel completely different and ten times more intense. I’m ready to come again within moments.

  I make a small noise of protest when he pulls his fingers free, and as I look up, I see Beast is handing him a bottle. Muscle flips the cap off and holds the bottle over my sex, and then a moment later, cold, wet liquid is splashing all over me. I wriggle at the uncomfortable feeling, but then Muscle tosses the bottle aside (I see now why their place is so messy) and puts a hand on my belly again. “Hold still, Shy.”

  I do, and he pushes his finger into me again. This time, it doesn’t hurt. He grunts approval, and when he strokes his finger back into me, I feel he’s added a second one. It feels bigger, tighter, but not unpleasant.

  The look on Muscle’s face has gone from playful to intense, and he crawls over me to press a hot, wet kiss to my mouth that tastes like sex. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he murmurs against my mouth. “And because of earlier, it’s going to hurt a little, but I’ll make you feel good. All right, Shy-girl?”

  Wide-eyed and breathless at his words, I nod. I watch as he sits up. He’s all hard muscles, which is why he got his name, I imagine. He’s built like a god, not an ounce of spare flesh on him. I admire his smooth six pack and the tattoos dotting his shoulders. He’s got LIVE FREE inked there, and instead of seeming ridiculous, it only makes him seem more attractive. I’m starting to wonder if Muscle can do anything unattractive.