I reach out a hand to wrap it around his fucking throat when Gage’s hand reaches round to snag my wrist. He links his fingers through mine and pulls our joined hands back to my stomach.
“Can’t let you kill the VP, remember?” his sleepy voice tells me. He’s lucky he has sharp reflexes because I’m making no promises.
“I’m really starting to think you have a death wish, Orion,” Gage tells him something I wholeheartedly agree on.
“Well, what the fuck do you want me to say? She’s here again, messing with my fucking head when we both know she has no intention of staying.”
Gage lets go of my hand and nudges me. “You know what? Luna, do your worst. Maybe you can beat some fucking sense into him.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I jerk up before either of them can stop me and straddle Orion’s waist. Using his surprise to my advantage, I grip both of his wrists and pin them above his head. I put my face right into his and snarl.
“If you need to put all the blame on me to make yourself feel like a big strong man, then go for it. All you’re doing is proving I did the right thing by walking away. What really makes me fucking laugh is that you are so butthurt about it. Did you really think I would stay with what you were offering?”
He frowns and I can see he’s starting to get angry. “What’s the matter, cherub? Did you look around and decide a biker wouldn’t be able to buy you all the pretty little labels you seem to love so much?”
“Gage, who is next in line for VP?”
“It’ll be up to the club to vote but it would more than likely be Diesel. Why?”
“I wanted to know who was going to step up when I murdered the current one.” I glare down at Orion and feel him start to harden against me.
“For your information, asshole, I can buy my own stuff, thank you very much. I never asked you for anything, so the crap you’re spewing is bullshit and we both know it.” He flips me so I end up flat on my back with him pressed down on top of me.
“I warned you about your attitude, cherub.”
“Fuck you!” I squirm underneath him, very conscious of the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear and his rock-hard length is pressed up against me.
“Well, if you insist.” He dips his head and bites down on one of my nipples through my T-shirt, making my back arch. He rubs his boxer-covered cock against me and I can feel myself getting wet.
“Sex won’t fix anything between us, Orion.” I pant as he trails his lips up my neck.
“Orion!” I shout when his hand starts descending south. He stops and looks at me before sighing. He presses his forehead against mine in a surprisingly sweet gesture.
“We’ve already given you a million reasons to leave,” he whispers. I look into his eyes and see the Orion I know, a version of himself I suspect he keeps only for me.
“I just need one good reason to stay,” I remind him.
“Stay because I need you. Stay for Halo. Stay for Gage.” He means it. I can see every single emotion he usually keeps locked up clear on his face.
Ah, fuck. I must have a screw loose but the truth is, I’ve felt hollow since I left. Maybe I overreacted or maybe I didn’t react enough, who knows? I’m not sure it even really matters anymore. I could leave if I had really wanted to get away once I was free from the cell. I could have. I would have been back at the ranch before they even realized I was gone. But lying here with my heart beating out of my chest, I realize for the first time since I left, I feel something other than regret.
This will be the only second chance I get. Should I stay and run through the gauntlet of shit that comes with being a part of an MC or should I go back to the life I had loved right up until I realized what I had been missing? One road, two choices. One would be safe. There would be no angry words, fighting, or possible heartache. The other would be fraught with trials and tribulations and littered with carnage—literally. The choice should be obvious, so why, when I picture the paths in my mind, do I see one in black and white and one bathed in color?
I close my eyes and remember my gramps’s words from years ago.
It’s better to regret the things you lived for than to die regretting that you never really lived at all.
I open my eyes and stare into Orion’s crystal blue ones. “There needs to be some ground rules.”
He rears back in shock, giving Gage an opening to slide his hand around my jaw and turn my face toward him.
“You’ll stay?” he asks, waiting for confirmation.
“If you guys can agree on some ground rules and I need to tell you—” He cuts me off with a kiss.
They need to stop doing that. It makes it really hard to finish a fucking sentence around here. Orion shoves my T-shirt up, exposing me from the waist down. I squirm when he slides down, anticipating his next move. I feel a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh before his tongue splits the seam of my sex and dives into me. He groans in pleasure at the taste of me on his tongue, sending vibrations through my body. I gasp into Gage’s mouth, letting him swallow it down before he pulls away so he can whip my T-shirt over my head. Orion slides a finger inside me, making my back arch.
“Fuck.” Gage dips his head and sucks one of my nipples into his hot greedy mouth. I grip his hair and pull him hard against me, loving the scratch of his stubble against my skin. Another finger pushes in beside the first, scissoring inside me, opening me up for what’s about to come.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant, thrashing my head from side to side when Orion sucks hard on my clit at the same time Gage sucks on my nipple.
“Feel good?” Gage asks, letting my nipple slip from his mouth. I groan in answer.
“What’s he doing to you, Luna?” I ignore him, concentrating on the pressure building inside of me.
“Tell me!” Gage barks, making me jump
“He’s flicking my clit with his tongue,” I answer in short pants.
“What else?” Fuck, why do they always want me to talk?
“He has his fingers inside me.” I push down on them as Orion starts sliding them in and out.
“How many?” Huh? A bite to my breast has me focusing back on Gage.
“Two, he has two fingers inside me, oh god.”
“Think you can handle three?” I nod rapidly. Yes, please. Only Orion doesn’t add a third finger, Gage does. He leans down and slides one of his thick fingers in right beside Orion’s. He pushes it inside, rubbing the front wall, making everything so intense for a second. I think I’m going to come but he slides his finger out, moving his lips back to mine. He dips his tongue inside my mouth, stroking it against mine before pulling away and replacing it with his finger. I taste myself and groan when I realize this is the finger he just fucked me with. I suck it hard before Gage is licking at my lips and slipping his tongue over my finger too. It’s hot, too fucking hot.
“Gage!” I gasp. Orion stops licking and pulls away. Damn it, I need to come. I rub my legs together but a slap to my thigh stops me.
“Behave, cherub,” Orion tells me. Gage pulls away and I finally take them both in as they stand there stripping out of their boxers. I slide a hand down between my legs but find my ankle snagged by Gage as I’m spun on the bed so I’m lying across it.
“You need some relief, Luna?” I nod in answer as he grabs a condom from the drawer of the bedside table and crawls back onto the bed and between my thighs. Forgetting about Orion for a second, I watch as Gage covers his impressive rod with its latex sleeve but a yank on my hair reminds me real quick Orion’s there.
“Gage is going to fuck your tight pussy but me, well, I’m going to fill that sassy mouth of yours.”
Gage pushes me farther across the bed until my head is hanging over the edge and perfectly placed for Orion’s dick. He glides it over my lips, staining them with pre-cum as I open my mouth a little and lick the tip. Maybe licking is the way to go. I would need a hinged jaw to handle that thing.
Gage chooses that moment to thrust inside me, gliding all the way in and not s
topping until there is nowhere else for him to go. My mouth opens on a silent scream, which Orion, the bastard, takes advantage of, pushing his cock into my mouth.
I open as wide as I can to accommodate him. He gives me no time to adjust as he pulls back and pushes in again a little harder. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out these guys have finished taking it easy on me.
“Fuck, cherub, just watching my cock sliding between your lips has me ready to shoot my load down your throat.”
I’m guessing he isn’t expecting a response from me, which is just as well, as Gage pulls almost out before slamming back into me. Lucky for me, they seem to have their rhythm down, so when one pushes in the other pulls back. Thank Christ because, at this point, I’m just hanging on for dear life. I feel Gage lean down over me, never slowing his thrusts, and suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck her hard, Gage, just the way she likes it.” Gage fucks me like he has something to prove, fuck, maybe he does, but the pace he sets is too much for me. I lift my hips as he thrusts and clamp down around him as I come, dragging him over the edge with me. I scream around Orion, setting off a chain reaction as he erupts in my mouth and follows us over the edge seconds later.
I lie there for a second gasping for breath until I feel Gage pull away. He goes to get rid of the condom, leaving me alone with Orion for the first time since I came back.
Everything feels different between us now. Everything is as electrically charged as it always was but there is an awkwardness too. I hurt him, he hurt me, and now there’s a wariness that wasn’t there before. It’s hardly surprising, given everything that happened, but I find I really don’t like it.
“Cherub?” His eyes roam over my face as he climbs onto the bed beside me. He pulls me close until our noses are almost touching, staring into my eyes as if he can figure out what’s wrong without having to ask me.
“It’s nothing. Just, everything is intense when it involves you guys.” His fingers that were drawing lazy circles on my hip pause briefly before drifting around to the base of my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
“I’m no good at figuring out the female mind. Give me your body and I can make you feel like a goddess but anything that goes on in here,” he taps the side of my head gently with his finger, “is Sanskrit to me. You’re going to have to spell it out because I won’t get it otherwise,” he tells me, looking a little lost.
“Failing that, you can always smack him upside the head. It’s not like you need him for his stimulating conversational skills. You’ve got me and Halo for that,” Gage suggests, walking out of the bathroom before climbing on the bed behind me. He pushes up against me and nips my ear between his teeth, making me squirm.
“This fucker had you to himself while Halo and I had to wait to find out if you were open to the idea of the four of us. I’m just petty enough to tie this fucker up and make him watch while Halo and I fuck you until you can’t breathe.” I resist the urge to remind him he didn’t want me as I feel Orion’s cock start to harden against my stomach at this idea. Interesting.
“Hmm… That does seem a little unfair. The trouble is, I am rather fond of his monster cock.” My breath hitches as Gage grinds into the back of me.
“Well, he would be tied up, so you could just treat him as your own personal buffet and serve yourself,” Gage whispers and his hard length presses against my ass. I don’t take my eyes away from Orion, whose own eyes are ablaze with lust.
“Well, when you put it like that…” I don’t get to say anything else as Orion leans forward and closes the tiny gap between us, sliding his lips over mine. His tongue doesn’t ask for permission, it demands it as it slips inside my mouth. I feel Gage’s hand skim around to cup my breast but before I can lose myself in the moment again, a cough catches my attention. I pull my lips from Orion’s and find Halo standing at the foot of the bed, looking a little turned on and a whole lot of pissed off.
I don’t think he’s pissed at us, though, which can only mean one thing. Club business. I sigh and dislodge myself from the guys and climb off the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Orion asks on alert, obviously catching the same look I did.
I leave them to it for a minute as I snag the pile of clothes I spot folded on the dresser. I head to the bathroom and clean up before slipping on my freshly laundered underwear. Next, I slide my legs into my black jeans and top and slip the shirt over my shoulders, buttoning it up so the guys don't lose their minds. Everything smells fresh, so I’m guessing Gage must have had this stuff cleaned and ironed for me. I’m certainly not complaining. I brush my teeth and tame my hair a little before heading back into the bedroom.
“Morning, Halo,” I call out softly as I slip my feet into my pumps.
Halo doesn’t answer, so I look up and see him doing some weird silent communication thing with the guys. Right, and so it begins. I walk over to him, lift up on my tiptoes and kiss the scruff on his cheek. I notice a smear of red near his ear and wipe it off.
“Hey, sugar, how are you feeling?” he asks, looking down at me. He tenses when he sees the blood on my fingers but I just wipe them on his T-shirt.
“You missed a bit.” I can tell he’s been in the shower, his hair is still wet, so lord knows how much blood was on him to begin with. “I’m feeling better, thanks, but I’m starving. You going to feed me, Pretty Boy?” His smile is angelic but only a fool would take him at face value. Even the devil wore a halo once.
“Absolutely, sugar.” He takes my hand and tugs me toward the door. I turn back around to face the other two when I realize they aren’t following. “Are you guys coming too?”
“We’ll be there in two secs. We’ve got something to take care of first,” Gage answers. I shrug, no worries. I follow Halo down to the kitchen and park my butt on a barstool at the kitchen counter as he makes me some scrambled eggs.
The curious part of me wants to ask about the blood. Not because I’m overly bothered by it but because I’m nosy as fuck. I rein it in though, knowing he won’t tell me anyway. Instead, I watch him move around the kitchen with a confident ease that tells me he genuinely likes to cook. He’s slipping some eggs onto a plate when I sense someone approaching behind me.
“Shouldn’t you be the one in the kitchen, darlin’?” I look up and find an older biker looking down at me. His black hair is threaded with gray and his face is lined and weathered. I don’t answer him, just turn back to Halo who slides some silverware and a cup of coffee toward me before placing down a plate full of fluffy eggs and toast. I smile big and genuinely.
“My hero,” I tell him, making him wink at me before he heads back to make himself a plate.
“So, what’s so special about you that you’ve got Halo here making you eggs?” The biker I’m trying to ignore sits on the stool beside me. He leans one hand on the bar as he turns toward me.
“Must be my stellar personality,” I say with a small smile. Kill them with kindness, Luna.
He places his large beefy hand on my thigh and squeezes. Okay, kill him with a fork, Luna.
“I don’t doubt that for a second, sweetheart, but I’m willing to bet that’s not what’s got him making you eggs.” He starts to slide his hand a little higher, so I grab my fork and bring it down onto the back of the hand he has resting on the bar. His bellow has Halo snapping around to face us, eggs abandoned. He checks me out eating my scrambled eggs with my fingers and frowns until he spots my fork sticking out of the back of the biker’s hand.
“You touched my woman?” Halo’s voice sounds deadly.
“Your woman?” The biker looks a little pale now but he doesn’t back down. “I don’t see a patch on her, Halo. Besides, I thought you, Gage, and Orion were sticking to whores.” I lean over and yank the fork from his hand.
“Call me a whore again and I will jam this fork in your eye next time.” Halo snags the fork from my hand and drops it on the counter, stealing my fun. He walks around to us and stands in front of me, blocking me from
the asshole. Whether that’s for his protection or mine, I don’t know. I go back to eating my eggs and let Halo handle it.
“As you said yourself, I’m making her eggs. How many whores you see me make eggs for, Slick?” Slick? Yeah, that name totally fits.
“Come on, Halo.” The guy doesn’t know when to back down. Halo finally has enough and reaches out to grab the guy by his throat.
“Don’t push me, Slick. You’re lucky she’s not armed.” Now, that’s a true story.
“You’re picking her over a club brother?” he chokes out. Fuck me, this guy is stupid. Halo leans in close to him and whispers.
“I’m picking my old lady. She sucks dick better than you do. Now fuck off and keep your hands to yourself. I’m not fucking around here either, Slick. If I find out that you’ve even breathed in her direction, I will choke the rest of the air from your lungs. You get me—brother?” The guy doesn’t speak, thankfully, just nods and when Halo lets go of him, he walks away.
Halo spins to face me but before he can speak, I throw myself at him. He catches me and picks me up with his hands under my ass. I seal my mouth over his and slip my tongue inside when he parts his lips. I only have control briefly before he takes over, nibbling, sucking, biting, and making me practically beg him to take me on the kitchen counter.
“So, my temper turns you on, huh?” he questions, his voice thick with desire. I groan and bite up the column of his neck to his ear, pulling his lobe between my teeth.
“I’m so fucking wet right now, you’d be able to slide right in.”
“Fuck, is that an offer?” he asks, his breath coming out in pants. Damn, I like the effect I’m having on him.
I breathe against his lips. “Oh yeah.” He doesn’t need another invitation. He strolls back out the way we came in and heads up to the rooms, never once breaking the kiss. Now, that takes some skill. I pull away when he opens the door and stand up, recognizing the room instantly as Orion’s. I don’t have time to think of anything else as Halo is taking his cut off and hanging it on the back of the chair, and then the T-shirt is off and the thinking thing becomes even more of an issue.
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