Rider's Revenge

by Jamie Begley

  “We used to be best friends, but that was a long time ago. I’ve tried getting close to him again, but he won’t let me in. It’s the same with Viper and the rest of the brothers.”

  “How about the women?”

  “The same. He wants to be left alone. He goes out riding alone and doesn’t say where he’s going. One day, I think he won’t come back.”

  “Don’t say that.” Jo reached out, giving him a comforting touch on the arm. “Find out what’s keeping him from getting close again.”

  “I’ve tried. The only one he confides in is Calder, and he won’t say. The only other people he’s been talking to are Killyama, Knox, and Diamond, and they won’t talk about it either.”

  “Then the only thing I can suggest is to keep asking until … Is Jewell giving Moon a blowjob in front of everyone?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can you shut the camera down?”

  “Sorry, no.”

  “You don’t look sorry.”

  “Bluebonnet, the brothers and the women aren’t shy about having sex where everyone can see. To tell you the truth, they probably prefer everyone watching. If anyone doesn’t want to watch or participate, they can go to their room and shut the door. But they usually leave the door open.”

  “Did Aly—”

  “No, she’s usually holed up in the bedrooms, talking to Ember or Stori about clothes and makeup.”

  “I can see why Willa and Lily left. Where are Winter and Viper going?”

  “I don’t know. Do you want me to call and ask them?” he joked, then saw her aghast expression answer for her. “They’re going to spend the evening with Gavin. He doesn’t come down for the parties, and they’re worried about him spending so much time alone.”

  “Do they know—”

  “They all know.”

  “Even Rachel?”

  “Even Rachel.”

  “O.M.G. Turn the camera off. Beth and Razer are in the hallway.”

  “I’m not turning the camera off.”

  “O.M.G. Everyone can see what they are doing!”

  “Where they are, no one in the clubroom can see.”

  “I can see.”

  “Then look at another camera if it bothers you,” he advised.

  “Can you call Train and ask him to drive me h— Is that Train and Killyama getting in the whirlpool? Jesus, doesn’t anyone in the club believe in having sex behind closed doors?”

  Rider laughed, reaching out to swing her chair to face him. Taking her hand, he pulled her from her chair to his, tugging her onto his lap. “When the action slows down, I’ll get Moon to take over so I can drive you home.”

  Her nose wrinkled at the scene she was watching on the camera. “Make him take a shower first.”

  Jo’s hand went to her mouth when Jewell pulled her mouth away from Moon’s cock before leaning back on the pool table. Jo could only watch, spellbound, as Moon then took her leggings off.

  “That was a miracle.” Jo snorted.

  “What was?”

  “Moon getting Jewell’s leggings off,” she answered distractedly, peering closer at the screen to see what he was doing. “There is no way …”

  “What?”

  “There is no way Moon’s thing is that big.”

  “My thing is bigger.”

  Jo didn’t even care his voice was filled with amusement, too busy watching Moon rolling a condom on. “You wish.”

  “I can prove it …”

  She felt him trying to unzip his jeans.

  “Don’t you dare.” Jo turned on his lap, seeing Rider was no longer amused. “You’re right; you’re bigger.”

  “Damn right.” He sulkily looked over her shoulder at the camera.

  Seeing he was seriously peeved, she laid a hand on his chest. “Much bigger.”

  “Okay, now you’re just pandering to my ego.”

  Jo laughed, her head falling to his shoulder. “A little.”

  “That’s cool. I’d rather you do that than give my dick a complex.”

  “Dick’s don’t have complexes.”

  “If you can talk to your truck, my dick can have a complex.”

  “You always have to one-up me, don’t you?”

  “You know it. That’s what having a small dick will do to you.”

  “You don’t have a small dick. It’s just not as big as Moon’s or”—she darted a quick glance over her shoulder before turning back around to him—“Razer’s, but yours is definitely bigger than Train’s.”

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  When she burrowed her face into his shoulder, Rider felt a clenching in the area of his heart he had never experienced before. He combed his fingers through her hair, releasing the ponytail holder that kept it back. It fell in silky waves, framing her oval face.

  Her blue eyes shone back at him, her lush eyelashes curving against the fair complexion that had a faint scattering of freckles you couldn’t see unless you were as close to her as he was.

  Her reaction to what was going on on the screens was typical of Jo. Her no-nonsense attitude had peeled away to expose the private woman she was. She was extremely shy yet hid behind false bravado. She concealed to her friends how she felt by making sure they were taken care of. It was why she had been talked into doing the auction, why all her clothes were bought at the thrift store, why she constantly volunteered at the church, even though she had worked herself to exhaustion to pay bills her father had convinced her to assume.

  Placing his thumb under her chin, he lifted her head out of the crook of his neck to place featherlight kisses against her lips. Jo responded by immediately kissing him back, giving him what he wanted.

  “It isn’t how much you have, but how you use it.”

  She gave a sweet laugh, mingling her breath with his. His dick grew and thickened in his jeans.

  Adjusting her into a more comfortable position that didn’t make his nuts feel like they were being scrambled, he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slide inside searchingly, ratcheting Jo’s desire from slumbering into a red-hot flame.

  Using his foot, he turned his chair so he could watch the monitors as he felt her clutch the material of his shirt.

  “You don’t seriously believe that, do you?”

  “Are you trying to make my confidence take a hit? Because it’s working.”

  “I couldn’t dent your ego with a sledgehammer.”

  “You dent it every time I look at you. And I ask myself how fucking lucky I am to have you in my bed.”

  “Technically, I haven’t slept in your bed. You’ve been sleeping in mine.”

  “We need to change that. Your mattress sucks.”

  “No, it doesn’t. Each of those lumps conforms to me and provide me with well-rested sleep.”

  “While those same lumps are hell on my back. And the only reason you haven’t bought a new one is because you’re waiting for the one you want to go on sale.”

  “See if I take you shopping with me again.”

  “I can pay for the mattress, or at least let me go in half. I sleep there enough that I should pay my part.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “You saying you’re thinking about it is another way of saying no.” He moved his chair again to watch a different a camera.

  “Are you making out with me at the same time you’re watching the cameras?”

  “I can do two things at once. I’m ambidextrous.”

  “Jesus, you’re so full of yourself.”

  Rider caught her taking another peek over her shoulder before pressing her lips back to his.

  “You’re doing two things at once. You’re getting me horny and you’re watching those cameras, too.”

  “I am not.”

  “Are, too,” he teased. “Your cheeks are as red as my car.”

  When she sneaked another peek, he raised a brow at catching her and couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Who are you staring at? Moon or Diablo?”

  When she turned around to
see what Diablo was doing, she didn’t turn back to him as quickly.

  He grabbed her waist, turning her on his lap so she could see the screens without getting whiplash.

  “Jewell’s letting them …”

  “Yes, she is.” Rider didn’t remove his hands from her waist while keeping his eyes on the other monitors.

  With one hand, he slid down intimately between her thighs. When she didn’t pull his hand away, just gripped his wrist as if torn between removing it or letting it stay, he rubbed her clit through the material of her jeans, making the decision for her.

  He used his chin to move her hair to the side so he could nuzzle her neck, using his tongue and his teeth to tantalize the sensitive flesh.

  When her thighs clenched his hand hard against her, he used his other hand to stealthily unzip her jeans, sliding underneath her panties to find her damp pussy.

  Her head fell back on his shoulder as he fingered her opening and freed his trapped hand to spread her thighs, placing one leg over each of his to give him better access to the creamy flesh he wanted more of.

  His eyes flicked to the monitor she was captivated by, seeing Moon had switched places with Jewell. He was on his back on the pool table with Jewell riding his cock. Moon’s hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that Diablo could fuck her, too.

  When Diablo grabbed Jewell’s hair to hold her in place, Rider felt another rush of cream lubricating his fingers.

  “Have you done that with a woman?”

  His cock nearly exploded in his jeans at her question.

  He slid his finger deeper inside her before answering, “Yes.”

  The walls clenched on his finger as if she was still trying to decide if she wanted it there.

  Moving his mouth to the skin below her earlobe, he bit down, stoking her fire enough to make another decision for her.

  “A lot?”

  “A few times,” he countered, wanting to tell her the truth yet not wanting her to jerk off his finger.

  He slowly started pulling her jeans down, when she gripped his wrist tighter, stopping him.

  “Someone could come in.”

  “No one can come without the red light coming on here.” Rider straightened up on his chair for two purposes. One, to get her to release his wrist, and two, to drive his finger higher inside her. When he regained the use of his wrist, he pointed to a button on top of the middle computer. “I can also delay them from entering for sixty seconds.”

  “That’s not much time.” The soft plaintiveness of her hesitation had his cock feeling like it was in a noose.

  He started to tug her jeans off again, and this time he succeeded, now able to play with her pussy unfettered.

  An aroused moan spilling from Jo’s lips had him going to his own jeans when he tossed hers aside.

  “Is that Missy?”

  Rider saw the couple walking through the door.

  “Yes, and that’s her boyfriend, Daryl. He’s the manager.”

  Missy and Daryl were regulars at their parties.

  The couple coming in had Razer using his back to cover Beth as they went deeper into the shadows of the hallway that led to the dining room. Even through the screen, you could see the arousal on their faces when they saw Moon and Diablo fucking Jewell.

  Ember, who was sitting on F.A.M.E’s lap, waved at them, drawing their attention to her.

  “I like Ember. She’s very friendly.”

  “Yes, she is.” Rider grinned against her neck.

  He heard the suck of Jo’s breath when Ember grabbed Daryl’s belt and pulled him toward her, quickly unbuckling it and his jeans to reach for his cock.

  “You said that’s Missy’s boyfriend …”

  “He is. They have an open relationship.”

  “Oh, God, she’s giving him a blowjob right in front of her!”

  “It seems that way.”

  Rider saw a lone woman parking her car, then walking up the steps to the porch. While Jo wasn’t paying attention, he grabbed his cell phone and texted Trip a stop sign. He sped up his finger-fucking as the uninvited, disappointed woman went back down the steps.

  F.A.M.E slid Ember off his lap to sit next to him on the couch, replacing her with Missy. The woman placed her hands on his shoulders as she straddled him, messy hair falling forward and keeping them from watching them kiss.

  “Have you ever”—Jo cleared her throat—“been with Missy?”

  “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered,” he growled into her neck as he took his cock out behind her. Moving his hand away from her pussy, he brought her down on his cock.

  “In front of Daryl?”

  “Missy doesn’t fuck men unless Daryl is there.”

  “I need to go home.” Her head fell back against his chest as her hands instinctively went to his thighs, gripping him tighter.

  “You want me to call Moon?”

  “We can wait, then.”

  “Okay.”

  He shifted his eyes from left to right, taking in each detail of the outside cameras before going to the one she was fascinated with. He could tell by her accelerated breathing that she was about to climax.

  “Don’t come.”

  “I can’t help it!” A faint moan escaped her when F.A.M.E pulled up Missy’s red mini-skirt to show she wasn’t wearing panties. She took F.A.M.E’s cock out, her knees on either side of his legs widening as she placed a condom over him before poising herself over his cock. Then she slammed herself down on him.

  Jo’s eyes went back to Jewell, Moon, and Diablo as both men sped up their thrusts.

  “If you start to come, I’ll stop.” He moved one hand under her sweater, sliding it under her bra to grasp her breast, roughly pinching her nipple.

  “That isn’t fair.” Jo started shaking. He felt her stomach muscles tensing as she fought her orgasm.

  “I’ll stop, then.”

  “Please …”

  Rider kept thrusting inside her. “You’re being such a good girl.” He moved the hand that was at her waist away to bury it in her hair, raising her mouth for a passionate kiss that had him in trouble of climaxing.

  Switching to her other breast, he plucked at her nipple until it was a hard nub in his palm.

  Breaking the kiss, he bit down on her shoulder, then went to play with her clit as he fucked her.

  “Can I come, please?”

  Rider saw that Moon and Diablo had almost hit their limit.

  “Every time Diablo thrusts inside Jewell, count. When you see it eight times, you can come.”

  “What if I can’t?”

  “Then I’ll stop, and you’ll have to stand beside my chair for an hour before I have to start all over.”

  Whimpering cries were torn from Jo’s lips as they watched Diablo’s muscles tighten as he almost pulled out of Jewell, then release as he pumped back inside.

  “Have you ever thought of fucking two men at once?”

  “No!” she screeched out. “I wouldn’t want to.”

  “Not even if it was me and Moon?”

  “No!”

  “How about me and Diablo?”

  “No!”

  “How many has that been?”

  “Five!” Jo sobbed out.

  “I only counted four.”

  “It was five!”

  “To be fair, we need to start over.”

  “Rider …”

  “How many?”

  “Seven!”

  “Just one more …” he crooned to her as Diablo’s ass flexed again.

  Rider surged into her pussy at the same Diablo did into Jewell ass, gripping Jo’s breast so tightly he wouldn’t be surprised if he left handprints.

  “Eight!”

  Her sighs had him hooking one of her legs over his arm to place it on the desk as he rammed his cock higher until he felt the strong tugging sensations while she was climaxing.

  Regaining control of his body, he lifted both her legs, turning her to the side so she could curl again
st his chest. He stroked her thigh until she quit shaking from her orgasm.

  Putting a long arm down to his side, he was able to reach for her sweater and help Jo back into it. Snuggling her to him, he started the pattern of watching the screens, then reversed it as she traced her fingers over the tattoo on his chest.

  “Are you cold?”

  His mouth quirked. “I’m hot-blooded. I don’t get cold.”

  “Rider, I don’t … ever want to be with two men.”

  Glancing down at her, he could see the concern in her blue eyes. “When I asked if you ever thought of being with other men, that was playtime to get you wet. What we have going on is serious. I would never mix the two, nor would I want to.” His eyes darkened possessively. “No one will touch you but me, so you can give that fear a rest. Have you ever seen any of the brothers riding my motorcycles or driving my cars?”

  “No.”

  “And you won’t. What is mine is mine, and stays that way.”

  “Can I ask you a personal question?”

  “Shoot.” He lifted his eyes, returning to the monitors, expecting her to ask him about his marriages, or a variety of questions about the women they were watching fuck in the clubroom.

  “What do the numbers on your chest mean?”

  “4-20. Blaze it up, brothers.” He lived life the way he wanted to.

  Her eyes widened. “Do you smoke pot often?”

  “I wouldn’t say often, but I do occasionally.” He watched the cameras as he answered her. There were some things he preferred not talking to her about. Sex and pot weren’t one of them.

  “I saw you smoking pot the night I was swimming in the lake. You thought I was Rachel.”

  “I knew you weren’t Rachel. I saw your bike leaning against the tree.”

  “So, you weren’t trying to …? You weren’t trying to hit on Rachel?”

  “No, I was trying to hit on you. The brothers dared me to see if I could score with you.”

  “You failed.”

  Rider felt her chuckling against his chest.

  “No shit. I knew I would when I took the dare.”

  “But you tried it anyway.”

  “Bluebonnet, a man has to do what a man has to do, or he’s no man.”

  His carefree enjoyment of teasing was cut short when she dug her short nails into the firm flesh of his chest.