“Have a monster cock and a bad attitude,” I deadpan, making Orion spray his beer all over the bar.
Orion glares at me while the guys laugh around us. I keep my eyes on him and offer my sweetest smile while Halo bends down and whispers into my ear.
“Well, one out of two ain’t bad, right?”
I crack up beside him. “I’ve seen you in your boxers, Halo. I never knew you had such a bad attitude.” He looks at me, then to Orion who is still watching us with a grin.
“Wait, did she just imply that I have a small dick?” he asks Orion. I can’t help it, I burst out laughing in his face. When he grabs my hand and places it on his hard and, might I add, large cock, I freeze. This is one of those times when my mouth has gotten me into trouble yet again. My eyes fly back up to Orion’s to find him not looking like he wants to kill me but like he wants to fuck my brains out. Holy shit, it’s true, Orion is turned on because I’m holding his friend’s dick. Which reminds me, I’m still holding on to his fucking dick. Let go, Luna. Let go of the dick. I give it a squeeze, which is definitely not letting go of his dick. When Halo groans in my ear, it finally snaps me out of my grope-fest. I slide off the stool and head for the front door, face aflame with embarrassment, needing to get some air before I climb him like a tree. I’m just about to head outside when I’m grabbed from behind and shoved against the wall face first.
“Well, hello, gorgeous. Let’s go and have a little fun.” Whoever it is grunts as he grinds against me.
“I would rather masturbate with a cheese grater. Now take your fucking hands off me or I’ll break your fingers.”
He licks the side of my face, bathing me with his rancid whiskey-fueled breath. “I like them feisty,” he tells me as he slips his hand around to the button of my jeans.
“Yeah? Well, you’re going to love this then.” I lift my leg and slam the heel of my stiletto boot down onto his foot, making him bellow and loosen his grip before I swing my hand back and grab him by the balls. I turn around, briefly registering this is the guy who was getting a blow job earlier, and twist his balls hard until he makes a high-pitched noise.
“What the fuck?” I hear Orion’s voice like thunder before the asshole in my grip is ripped away from me and thrown to the floor. The music cuts out for a second as people turn to see what’s going on. I see Orion and Halo standing over the prone body of Mr. Grabby Hands, both of them giving him a kick for good measure before King whistles loudly.
“That’s enough! Orion, Halo, walk it off. Now!” He looks at Half-pint beside him and nods his head. Half-pint makes his way through the crowd, which has parted for him, and pulls the groper up to his feet before half walking, half dragging him away.
Gage walks up to Orion and says something to him quietly, then he nods. Orion looks at me for a beat before turning and walking away with Halo right behind him.
Well, don’t I just feel like utter shit now? I rub my hands up and down my arms, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but here, when Gage snags my hand and pulls me outside into the cool evening air. I could resist but wherever he’s taking me has to be better than here, so I follow along without a word. When he leads me over to a bike, I hesitate. I look around. I don’t see anyone I recognize and certainly not Orion. He left me. Well, fuck him.
“I just need to grab my bag from my truck,” I tell him, not waiting for an answer as I hurry over to it. I open it up and find my laptop bag in the footwell where I left it earlier and slide it over my head and across my body. I head back over to Gage, who is waiting for me on his bike, holding his hand out for me to climb on behind him. I stand for a second and stare at his outstretched hand, knowing that climbing on the back of a bike that doesn’t belong to Orion or Halo is asking for trouble. I remind myself those fuckers left me behind and grip him with my cold fingers. Once I’m on, he offers me his helmet which, stupidly, given all the things that have happened tonight brings a tear to my eye. I slip it on and adjust the chin strap before wrapping my arms around Gage’s waist. I rest my head against his jacket, close my eyes, and hold on tight.
Chapter Seven
I keep my eyes closed the whole ride, letting the wind on my face soothe the frazzled edges of my mind. I only open them when the bike comes to a stop. The darkness has descended, casting shadows around us, making me realize I’m out in the middle of fuck knows where, with a man who clearly dislikes me. The ranch-style house before us is the only thing I can see in the fading light. Everything else seems to be trees as far as the eye can see.
“Where are we?” My voice seems overly loud in the quiet of the night.
He doesn’t answer me. He just helps me off the bike and grabs my hand again, pulling me toward the house. He opens the door and flicks on the lights, revealing an open plan sitting room to my left and a kitchen to my right. The sitting room is decorated in creams and browns with a large brown leather sofa and a huge television on the wall in front of it. There is a dark wood coffee table scattered with bike magazines and empty beer bottles and an old-fashioned rocking chair in the corner.
I tear my eyes away and follow Gage into the kitchen. It’s cream and perhaps a little dated but it looks like it serves its purpose. There is a small round table and chairs, big enough to seat four people, littered with more magazines and mail but aside from that, the kitchen is clean and tidy.
“Drink?” I jump in surprise when Gage opens his mouth to speak the first words he has said since he brought me here.
“Um… water?” It comes out more of a question than an answer. I look up at the big man with the chip on his shoulder.
“What’s going on, Gage? Why did you bring me here?”
He grabs two glasses and slams the cupboard doors in his quest to get us both a drink and I think for a second he isn’t going to answer me.
“I brought you here so that cooler heads could prevail. The Kings of Carnage had more than one chapter in tonight and some of them are as old-school as they come. They won’t take kindly to a fully patched member being attacked on Carnage property,” he explains as he fills each glass. I just stand there staring at him in shock.
“I was supposed to let him rape me against the front door with a room full of bikers behind us because he has a jacket with a badge stitched onto it? Are you fucking kidding me with this, Gage?”
He spins around and slams one of the glasses down on the counter, making the water spill over the rim.
“We live in a different world than the one you’re used to, little girl. The rules are there for a reason. Every brother has the club at their back. Anyone else is expendable.”
Fire floods my veins as my temper boils my blood.
“You’re right, Gage. I live in a world where it’s not okay to force yourself on a woman, or a man for that matter, just because you have decided you want them. I live in a world where no means fucking no. I live in a world where men are men because of their actions, not because of their words or their brute strength.”
The door opens behind me, making me spin around as Orion and Halo walk through it with grim expressions on their faces. Orion walks straight up to me but I hold my hand out, making him freeze.
“Don’t touch me. Am I allowed to even say that? Or do you have more rights to my body than I do?”
“That’s not fair, Luna. I haven’t done anything to you that you didn’t want me to.” I look at him and force down the tears that spring to my eyes.
“You left me there.”
“I left you with Gage,” he reasons, but I’m not having any of it.
“You. Left. Me. There.” I swing my hand out toward Gage. “You left me in the care of a man who hates me.”
“I don’t hate you. I just don’t think you’re cut out for the MC lifestyle,” Gage answers, shrugging his shoulders.
“You are absolutely right. This shit is not okay no matter which way you want to dress it up. The funny thing is, I could handle just about anything else, but not this, never this.”
“You shouldn
’t have left my fucking side!” Orion roars in my face.
I look up at him, saddened that he just isn’t getting it.
“I was eight steps away from you. Not eight feet, not eight miles, eight steps. Maybe you should have brought me a shorter leash.”
“Or a fucking muzzle,” Gage mutters around his glass.
“Fuck this shit, I’m done.” I turn to storm off but Orion steps forward and grabs my arm.
“I decide when we’re done, cherub.” I look at him in disgust.
“If you don’t let me go, I will gut you like a fish and wear your entrails as a trophy,” I warn him calmly. I must sound like a psychopath because he lets go of my arm in shock, letting me storm away.
I head to the room farthest away from them at the end of the hallway and decide to stay in here for the rest of the night. I spot a white chair in the corner so I grab it and wedge it under the door handle before throwing myself down on the gigantic bed. As soon as I inhale, a scent I recognize from being pressed up against his back earlier invades my senses. I realize this isn’t a spare room like I had originally thought, it`s Gage’s. Fuck it. He can sleep out there with his buddies. If anyone comes near me right now, I’m liable to kill him. I slip into the little attached bathroom and splash cold water on my face before thinking “fuck it” and remove my makeup as well. I head back out to the bedroom, slipping off my boots and wiggling out of my jeans before pulling off my top and bra. I grab the first T-shirt from the dresser I can get my hands on and slip it over my head. I remove my jewelry and climb onto the bed, dragging the comforter with me. I bury my head under the pillow while I try to formulate a plan. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a clusterfuck.
* * *
I’m hot. Really freaking hot. I try to kick the comforter off but find my leg pinned down under someone else’s and a large hand spread across my stomach where my T-shirt has ridden up in my sleep. I feel him tense so I know he’s awake.
“I thought I locked you out,” I mumble.
Orion’s deep voice rumbles over me. “We’re bikers, cherub. It will take more than a door and a chair to keep us out.”
Good to know. I open my eyes and find myself face-to-face with Orion. He’s so close I can feel his breath on my skin.
“Halo or Gage?” I ask him. He cocks his head before looking over my shoulder.
“Halo,” he answers.
“Want to tell me why you seem okay with me waking up with either of your friends wrapped around me?” See, there is no way the leg pinning me down or the hand on my stomach can belong to Orion if he’s in front of me.
“Halo and Gage are my best friends. I trust them with my life and with yours.”
“That’s not an answer to the question, Orion. You might have alluded to sharing me with Halo before, but you never mentioned Gage. Any more you want to bring out of the woodwork or are you just expecting me to fuck everyone?”
He scowls at me but eventually sighs, shaking his head like he doesn’t know where to begin.
Yeah, well, welcome to my world, Orion.
“It's only Halo and Gage. Nobody else, I promise. I just didn’t know how to throw it all out there. You can trust them, Luna, I swear it.” I look at him, trying to read between the lines of what he’s saying as the fingers on my stomach start to stroke around my belly button.
“Trust them with what, Orion? My body? My heart? What do you all want from me?”
“We want everything,” Halo whispers in my ear before sliding his hand down to my underwear. He trails his fingers around the edge of the material and, despite my confusion, I can feel myself growing wet.
“You want to share me with your friends?” I clarify yet again. I sound like a broken record, but at any second I expect him to tell me he’s joking. I watch Orion lick his lips but he doesn’t answer. He just pulls the comforter off my overheated body, fixing his eyes on Halo`s fingers.
“I don’t understand. Why not just get a club whore to share?” There is no way I’m going to come out of this without feeling used.
“Because we don’t want a club whore, cherub,” he tells me, sliding his hand up under my T-shirt to cup my breast as Halo`s fingers dip just below the waistband of my underwear.
“We want an old lady,” Halo continues before sliding his fingers through my small patch of blonde curls.
“I don’t know if I’m staying yet,” I say, panting.
“Then at least give us a chance to convince you of all the reasons why you should,” he whispers in my ear before slipping a finger inside me. I gasp in surprise. Surprise that I didn’t stop him, surprise that I don’t want to.
I watch the fire blaze in Orion’s eyes. He wants this badly. I don’t know what I want and with his hand tweaking my nipples and Halo’s fingers inside me, I can’t think rationally enough to consider all the variables.
“What happened to, ‘we’re just going to pretend you’re a virgin cuz I can’t think about someone else’s hands on you without wanting to kill them?’” I mock, trying to emulate Orion’s voice. He pinches my nipple hard, making me squeal and back up into Halo more.
“That statement still stands but it’s different with Halo and Gage.” He looks down at Halo’s hand working me beneath my panties.
“Seeing his hands on you does nothing but turn me on.” He slides my T-shirt up a little more to reveal my breasts before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. Halo picks the same moment to suck on a spot behind my ear before driving another finger inside of me.
“Fuck!” I slide one hand down and grip a handful of Orion’s hair as he flicks over my nipple with his tongue. I lift my other arm to reach back and grip Halo’s hair and hold him against me as he sucks on my neck.
“Say yes, Luna,” Halo whispers against my skin.
“Where’s Gage?” I choke out on a moan as my resistance slips away from me.
Orion lifts his head to answer me. “He went back to the club to see what happened after we left. Say yes, cherub. I know you want to.”
Fuck it, I hate it when he’s right. Oh god, am I going to do this? Halo crooks his fingers, rubbing against a place inside me that makes me see spots.
“Yes,” I give in with a sob. Orion yanks me up out of Halo’s arms and whips my T-shirt over my head before slamming his mouth down onto mine. I hear the rustling of clothes behind me but I pay it no attention as Orion tongue-fucks my mouth with as much vigor as when he fucks my pussy. I feel warm hands on my hips a second before Orion breaks the kiss and climbs off the bed, stripping out of his T-shirt and jeans. The hands behind me slide their way up my body to cup my breasts. I tip my head back against Halo’s shoulder and thrust my ass against his now naked cock.
“Fuck,” he grunts in my ear. I tilt my head up to see him watching me with such a look of intensity on his face that I almost come just from that look alone. He slants his head down before his lips graze mine in a soft, feather-light kiss. It’s enough to light a fire inside him, as a second later I’m flat on my back with a very sexy Halo bearing down over me. This time his kiss is hot, scorching me from the inside out. His lips are soft but firm, forceful yet teasing, and they are driving me out of my mind.
“Are you going to share her or what?” I hear Orion ask as he climbs naked onto the bed beside us.
“Fuck you. You’ve already had her all to yourself. Have some fucking patience,” Halo growls at him. Orion just laughs and sits behind me with his back flat against the headboard.
“You need to get a taste, Halo. I swear you’ll lose your mind,” Orion tells him, making me squirm. Oh, I like this idea.
“I’m already losing my fucking mind,” Halo grumbles, sitting up so Orion can snag me under my arms and pull me up so my back is against his front.
Halo slides my underwear off before he opens my legs and lifts each one over each of Orion’s thighs, leaving me wide open to him. When I try to cover myself up, Orion grabs both my wrists and pins them between our bodies.
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��Tsk, tsk, cherub. Trying to hide what belongs to us.”
“Fuck you, Orion. I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Is that right, sugar?” Halo smiles at me but it’s nothing like the sexy smiles he usually bestows upon me. Right now, Halo looks every inch of the hardcore biker he is. I just unwittingly made myself a challenge, a challenge that Halo has no intention of backing down from. He lowers himself between my legs, blowing gently against my exposed pussy, making me squirm.
This is about to become a battle of wills to see who can hold out longer. Who is the strongest out of the two of us, who—“Fuck!”
Never mind, Halo wins. When he swirls his tongue over my clit for a second time, I’m not only ready to declare him the winner but I want to give him a gold fucking medal too.
With my arms pinned behind me, Orion takes advantage of my position by sliding his large, rough hands around to cup my breasts. He drags his thumbs over my erect nipples as Halo sucks hard on my clit, making my back arch at the duel sensations. I whimper at the explicit pleasure these two men are giving me, knowing they are playing my body like an instrument. At this point, I’m willing to sing any tune they ask of me.
“You like that, cherub?”
I moan in response to Orion’s stupid question.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“You want me to have a chat while Halo's tongue is inside me?”
Halo laughs against me, blowing hot air over me. Oh my.
“I want to know you’re enjoying it. I don’t want you to feel like we backed you into a corner.”
“I swear to fucking god, Orion, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to kill you.” I pull myself forward and yank my arms free. Reaching down, I grip Halo’s hair harder than necessary in my frustration, making him moan and tip his head back so Orion can see his face glistening with my juices.
“Look at his face, Orion. Now tell me, do you think I’m enjoying it?” I look down at Halo who is smirking at me and something snaps inside me.
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