“Did um...did any of you ever do anything like this?” I hesitantly ask.
“Depends. Are you asking because you truly wanna know? Or is it that you’re interested in something like that happening to you? All those men, desiring you, their tongues on you, dicks hard as stone waiting on you to do with them as you please?” My breathing picks up in pace. I never imagined in a million years Tic would ask me such things. But the thought of men pleasuring me, touching me, making me come over and over again, has my panties dampening with wetness and my legs crossing, scissoring, trying to alleviate the ache that’s suddenly taken hold.
“Tic,” I whimper. Not sure if I’m protesting, or wanting to use this in our bedroom. Not that we’d ever allow anyone to enter and join us, but Tic has ways of making me think things are happening when it’s quite the opposite.
“We’re getting this one.” He picks up the biker flick holding it tightly in his hand. I know his mind is going a million miles an hour when a smirk comes over his lips. I can practically see the light bulb flick on and shine bright. “And I think you need a new blindfold, Angel. The old one has been used too many times and it’s getting a bit thin and bare. There’s no way I’ll allow another man to see you naked, but I can help make that fantasy feel like reality.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?” I should know better than to ask him these sorts of questions.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Same answer every single time! It’s annoying as hell, but I know that I’ll be thrilled by what he has planned. So I let it go...this time.
We head over to the blindfold section, and end up getting not only a new one, but some bed ties for my feet and wrists, a feathered flogger and a bottle of lube. Grape in flavor. I can’t wait until he’s drunk tonight and takes advantage of me. His inhibitions gone with alcohol, he lets go more and his focus isn’t on my pleasure alone, but both of ours. Those are times that should go down in the history books. Pleasure Induced by Alcohol. I need to talk to DJ, I suddenly have some great ideas for a novel.
12
Ashton
I’m waiting impatiently for the rest of the crew to get back so we can have a helluva biker party to end all biker parties. Wasp informed me that the guys planned to have a ‘shooting’ contest, so I made sure to text DJ and have her grab some shot glasses since I couldn’t find any in our kitchen.
“Whatcha doing, Momma Ash?” Lizzie asks, coming up and putting her head on my shoulder.
“Waiting for the rest of the crew to get back. How long does it take to buy alcohol, for fuck’s sake?” I honestly don’t know because that’s the shit the prospects do at home, but when DJ found out there was a sex shop attached to the liquor store, she texted to let us know she wanted to go check it out so I know they’ll be gone longer than what is perceived as the normal amount of allotted time. I’m gonna miss some of these bitches when we go our separate ways. Especially that fun, smart mouthed, Donna Jo Hatchet. Not that the others haven’t come to hold a special spot in my heart, they’ll always be family to me, but DJ, she’s a diamond in the rough. We just clicked; we’ve shared our stories with one another and knowing that she built her own business up from nothing and is, in fact, one of my favorite indie romance authors, has my admiration of her growing.
She practically raised her daughter singlehandedly, until Hatch came along, and then when he found out about his other daughter, Maysen, she never missed a beat, accepting her as her own. That’s an admirable trait, not many women could just accept another's child as their own, but she embraced that girl and brought in many others who needed a home. I’m sure that society looks down on her for being a biker’s woman, like they do the rest of us, but with her take no shit attitude, I’m positive it rolls right off her back.
“Weren’t they going to the sex shop side too?” Lizzie inquires. I had shared DJ’s text complete with eggplant emojis with the girls, and we had had a rather arousing discussion about the things we do to keep our sex lives spiced up. I grin thinking about how I attacked Wasp as he was coming out of our room. We may be older, but my Ol’ man can still fuck my brains out against a wall. He has the stamina of a twenty-year-old, and I love the shit out of it. I may be the oldest of the women, but my sex life can rival theirs any day of the week.
“Yeah, and that could be what’s delaying them. I just want everyone here so we can have a good time.” Plus I have some news, but I’ll wait until the other three women get back to share it so I don’t have to repeat myself.
“Did we tell them to make sure and get extra ice for margaritas?” Jenalyn asks, coming up to us. Now, this girl is a spitfire, and I’d swear she was mine if I didn’t know any better. I love the way she fiercely protects her loved ones. She kicks ass without taking names while doing so. I admire the shit out of her.
“Wasp sent the prospects out to stock up on ice and snack foods. The staff is preparing the meats and salads so our guys can grill.” I can’t wait to see who wins the war of the tongs, because I overheard Smokey saying he was the official grill master, and at home, my man and Tic are the ‘meat men’ although I’d never let them hear me call them that! Good thing we have more than one grill, I guess, because somehow, in typical biker fashion, their grilling skills will become a contest of sorts.
Maybe I can set up a makeshift ring and have them box for the honor...shirtless, of course. I may be old, but my eyes work perfectly fine. As long as I look and don’t touch, I won’t feel the stinging of Wasp’s hands on my ass cheeks for days to come.
I smirk as Ghost enters the room and Lizzie’s eyes flash with heat. She walks up to him, leans up on her toes and whispers something in his ear. He looks over at me, winks, and lets his woman lead him out of the kitchen. I hope those two give me a grandbaby sometime soon. The kids are growing and we need new life in the clubhouse. Fingers crossed, I finish preparing for tonight's meal and this afternoon’s picnic.
Trinity
Laying in Turk’s arms, I look up at my man and smile. “How does it keep getting better?” I muse. My breathing is still choppy courtesy of the thorough loving my man just gave me. We had planned to hang out with everyone while the ones going for alcohol were out, but he saw me coming out of the shower wrapped in a towel and before I knew what hit me, I was on my back, my legs spread and his face buried between them. Then, once he had made me come twice, I found myself flipped over onto my stomach as he pounded into me.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. Just know that seeing you with my mark on your body sets me on fire, sweetness. Now, think you’ve got enough left to ride your old man since I did all the work last time?”
“You’re such a smart ass, Turk,” I reply as I climb over so I’m straddling him.
“Giddy up, Trin,” he says, grinning.
“I’ll reverse cowgirl you anytime, Turk.” I smile as I crawl over him, turn my back to his front, and ride him until neither of us can move. It’s a great reunion, I should go away more often.
Lizzie
I led Justice to our room earlier, leaving Ash alone in the kitchen. I couldn’t help myself, my insatiable need for him overriding my socialization with others. He’s sated, sleeping and his tiny snores have a smile broadening on my face. I used to want to smother him with a pillow when he’d keep me up nights with those nasal noises, but now, I missed them so much that I want to lie here and blissfully listen.
“Why are you staring at me?” Justice stirs, wrapping his arms tighter around me. “It’s kinda creepy when you do that,” he jokingly states.
“I’m a creeper, or haven’t you realized that yet?” I smirk at him. My tongue sneaks out and I trace his abs with it.
“Lizzie, baby. Fuck!” he hollers as I follow his love trail to the forbidden fruit. “Damn woman, you make me lose my damn mind.”
“It’s a trait of mine. I can’t help myself when your naked body is sprawled out on my bed.”
“I’m not gonna stop you.”
Good, because I have
no plans on stopping until his balls are emptied and his dick takes a hiatus. I love making this man lose his mind.
Rainey
Carson and Levi decided I was a dirty girl who needed to be cleansed. I’ll never willingly stop them from putting their hands on me. I’m a selfish woman when it comes to my men. “Your breasts seem to be extra dirty,” Carson says as he swipes his tongue across my nipples.
“So is her pussy,” Levi proclaims as he brushes his calloused finger across my hardening bud. “I bet my tongue could make it sparkle and shine.” I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth at his dirty words. I feel the wetness seep down my inner legs, and it’s not from the water from the shower either.
“I’m such a dirty girl,” I inform them. “I don’t think soap and water will do. You’ll need to scrape me clean with those phenomenal tongues of yours.” My men can’t stay away from me when I turn the sexually explicit talk back on them.
“Well then, I suppose we need to pay some special attention to this body of yours,” Levi says, rubbing his hands up and down my body, caressing my curves.
“I happen to agree with Levi for once,” Carson huskily says. “We need to pay extra special attention to your creases.” He buries a finger deep inside of me. I begin riding his finger and throwing my head back as Levi once again licks my nipple. The shower isn’t overly large, but there’s just enough room for the two of them to pay attention to me.
What doesn't get taken care of in the shower, wraps up on the king sized bed. My limbs end up as useless as a limp noodle and my body is so sated that sleep takes over. I fall asleep wrapped in the arms of the two men who are my entire world. Life doesn't get much better than this.
Bristol
Ghost is outside chopping wood for the barbecue smokers and fire pit for tonight’s use. He’s wearing a pair of ripped jeans, boots and nothing else. My mouth is salivating as I see his muscles flexing and his ripped abs tightening. Suddenly, I’m jealous of the axe he’s holding in his hands. I want to be the one he’s holding tightly to and swinging around as his cock is buried deep inside of me. I look over and contemplate if his stack of wood is high enough to make it through tonight’s activities.
“Ghost?” I call out, needing his attention on me.
“What is it, beautiful?” he asks as he continues to swing the axe. My panties moisten as my desire leaks out of me. His gaze leaves the block of wood and zeros in on me. “You know, you showing off your attributes that way is playing havoc on my libido.” I chew on my bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth.
“Are you allowed to chew on that lip? I’m the only one allowed to use and abuse that luscious mouth of yours. What game are you playing at with me, Bristol?” He pounds the axe into the block, causing the wood to split with the handle sticking up in the air. “Are you needing my cock, darlin’?”
“Yes,” I whimper out when he begins to saunter in my direction. His vision scans the yard and when they land on the gazebo hidden in the walking path, he wiggles his finger at me and I walk over to him as briskly as possible. Once I reach him, he pulls me into the embrace of his arms and leans his face into my neck.
“You wanna play, gorgeous?” he asks as he places tiny kisses along my collar bone.
“W-what do you mean by play?” My voice comes out choppy.
“You want me to take you over there,” he points at the structure he was eyeing earlier, “and fuck you to where anyone can come out, possibly catch us and see what we’re doing.” Do I? I’ve never been one to enjoy the possibilities of exhibitionism, but the thrill is suddenly enthralling.
“Maybe?” I’m not sure if I’m agreeing to being exploited or questioning my sanity. He digs his hard dick into my belly and now, I could care less if he takes me right here. If getting what I want means showing off my womanly goods, I’m all for it.
“I need you. Feel how hard you make me?” Oh boy do I feel it! I’d never seen a naked man up close and personal before Ghost, but I can’t imagine another being more endowed and more pleasurable in the bedroom other than him. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby girl, that everyone will know what you’ve been up to. You’ll be walking bowlegged and everyone will know what a dirty girl you’ve been.” Normally, I’d grow shy and run, but for some reason, everyone knowing what we’ve been up to doesn’t make me want to hide.
“Show me, Ghost.” He leans down and places his shoulder into my belly and carts me off to the gazebo. It’s slightly hidden, but not enough so that if someone walks out the back they won’t get a show that they’ll not soon forget. He places me on my feet and walks me back into the center. My eyes widen as he slides his belt from the loops of his jeans, I know this play well. He’s going to immobilize me while he plays my body like a finely tuned piano. He’ll enjoy taking me to the brink of overwhelming pleasure, only to bring me back down and start all over again. He flips me around and ties my hands to the post.
“It’s going to be my way, Bristol. You want to attempt and top me from the bottom, I’m going to show you how well that works out. I’m not a man to be trifled with, beauty.”
“I don’t mind topping you.” I look over my shoulder and wink at him. He didn’t have a problem last night with me controlling sex by riding his dick.
“And there will be times I let you, but today, you decided to play with fire and I’m gonna burn you real good.” The way his eyes are flaring lets me know that he’s not playing around. Everything leaving his mouth has meaning and I should be listening closely. Only, my body is in control and my mind has taken flight. He rips my jeans down my legs and spreads them as wide as the material allows. “Look at that pretty glistening pussy.” He runs his fingers up and down my slit, my eyes roll into the back of my head as he inserts a digit. “I hope you’re ready. This is going to be a wild ride.”
And ride me he did. His promise of me walking funny held true, my pussy is deliciously sore and I can still feel him in my womb.
13
Sidney
We’re sitting around chit-chatting when the door opens and Ty walks in holding a bag. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin and my defenses go up. He’s quiet and respectful the majority of the time, but this past week has been intense so who knows what he has up his sleeve? Vanna looks over at him and blurts out, “Don’t let that display of confidence fool ya. He was as scared as a puppy of these things in the store.” He shifts his gaze to her and his facial expression chastises her before he redirects his attention to my man.
He walks over to Vault and proudly says, “Got y’all a little something while we were out. Figured you could use the help.”
Vault opens the bag and starts laughing as he pulls out a purple rabbit. “Guess what I’m gonna be chasing later, Doc?” he asks as he wiggles the box in my face. Despite my embarrassment, I can give as good as I get.
“Wonder if it’s better than you?” I muse, shooting him a grin. The look he gives me lets me know that I just earned myself some time over his bent knee. My ass immediately begins to sting as I anticipate his hands on me. He may think it’s a punishment for me, but secretly, I quite enjoy it.
I watch as tubes of lube are flung at Smokey and Bandit, Braxton, Chief, with Hatch saying, “This stuff is pretty damn good, y’all.”
“And how do you know this?” Bandit asks, looking at the tube.
“Tried it before I bought it,” Hatch states. I glance at DJ and see she’s rosy cheeked. Looks like the time in the sex shop has stoked a few fires.
“Huh, this one doesn’t have a flavor on it,” Smokey muses, “guess we need to go try it out, Hannah.” He moves in her direction and tosses her over his shoulder. “Bandit, you coming?”
“Not yet, I’m no fucking minute man, you asshole!” Bandit mutters.
I watch as one by one, the couples leave the room until it’s only me and Vault. “Guess we’re not leaving for a picnic just yet,” I state.
“Babe, we’re bikers and are on no one’s time schedule. Now come on, gonna see if
I can make you scream louder than anyone else.”
Time has flown by. We all had individual time with our men this afternoon and took the kids on the fore promised picnic at the park. They played for so long that their bodies gave out as soon as we hit the SUVs. They’re all nestled down in their beds as the guys prepare the firepits and grills and us women get the last-minute sides together.
The babysitting service will be here shortly; after the guys vetted the company, they gave in and agreed. I thought there was going to be a bloodbath between Justice, Jenalyn’s man, and Ashton, as they went head to head on who would be allowed in the house around the women and kids. Even though Jenalyn’s kids aren’t here, he wasn’t thrilled about outsiders being anywhere near his woman. When we shared how protective he was over her, I don’t think the women ever imagined just how much that is true. He takes no chances when it comes to her safety, and even less when it comes to their children. I’m happy with the decision to not bring them now, he’s being a pain in the ass and arguing with everyone when it comes to decisions needing to be made.
Kori and Ashton stay inside to show the sitters around as the rest of us head outside. Nighttime is upon us and the stars are brightly shining in the sky. The ladies and I are sitting around bullshitting as the guys are fighting over the rights to be grill master. We majorly are making fun of their antics, but secretly we are all enjoying their presence. We had a blast with just us women, but the men make things more...interesting.
Cara
I’m curled up next to Braxton, a frosty margarita in hand when he leans in and says, “Maybe I need to show ‘em how it’s done, what do you think? I mean, Smokey and Bandit are good, but they’ve got Hatch overseeing them and I don’t foresee good things.”
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