After he’d worked the crème into her shoulders and her arms he lifted up and asked her to roll over so he could massage her breasts and her pussy.
He massaged her shoulders, her arms again, her chest and her abdomen, saving her breasts and pussy for last. When she thought she might scream if he didn’t finally fuck her, he unstraddled her and lifted her thighs and parted them. When he spread her legs over his thighs, so he could kneel between them, she opened her eyes so she could look up at him.
The candlelight turned his flesh a golden hue and his muscles rippled in the dim light. She lay still for him, wanting to give him everything he desired. His cock was utterly rigid and erect, pulsing occasionally with the arousal that thickened and lengthened it even further from when she’d sucked him. His need was great but he put it aside to please her.
She lifted her hips, signaling how much she wanted his cock, and he obliged by fitting the head to her opening again. She was drenched and he slid in the first inch or so with little effort but stopped there. He applied more of the crème to his hands and then very gently massaged it into her breasts, sliding her nipples between his fingers and tugging on them as he moved his hands. Her breasts felt as though they were swelling and so did her cunt, because he wasn’t moving. She couldn’t imagine how much effort it took to not thrust, but he managed beautifully.
“Your breasts are every bit as beautiful as the rest of you, angel. I love touching them. Feeling them fill my hands. So soft and firm. I’ll never grow tired of kissing them.”
His hands were slick with the crème as he slid them down to her mound, leaving a warm path in their wake. He smiled at her as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her swollen clit in a circular motion that made her throb and long for his cock pounding into her, bringing her to a screaming orgasm. But he took his time, stimulating her clit as he rocked against her. Her juices, combined with the all-natural crème grew even slicker and trickled down to her anus, further stimulating her.
Patrick slid a hand up to her throat and stroked as she looked into his eyes. “Want my cock in your ass?”
“I want it everywhere, honey. Just give it to me.”
He ceased moving and pulled out of her with a soft groan. He helped her roll back over and straddled her again.
His strong, callused hands felt wonderful as he massaged her cheeks, drawing them apart and stroking her rear opening until her body tingled with dark pleasure and need.
He leaned over her and positioned his cock between her thighs and slid deep in her pussy. She moaned in ecstasy, perched on the pinnacle of an orgasm of seismic proportions.
“You feel so good, angel.” His voice was deeper and he sounded strained to his limit. She was glad her ass was already prepared because he didn’t sound like he could take much more.
He pressed down on her, covering her with his body heat nearly from head to toes and she moaned at the lovely sensation. He inched over her a bit and began to pound his cock into her pussy, rubbing her G-spot with each stroke just enough to make her crazy but not enough to send her over. The pleasure grew along with the tension inside of her until she was begging him to come and whimpering for relief.
“Ready for me to slide my cock in that tiny little ass of yours, angel? I can’t wait to be deep inside you.”
Just the thought of him fucking her ass was enough, and the storm of tension inside her exploded. She bowed underneath him, riding each wave of her orgasm until she was limp. But her tension escalated yet again when he pulled from her pussy without coming and groaned loudly as though he was in pain.
She froze, waiting for him to gain control again, dying to have him inside of her again. He covered her again, breathing heavily as he nudged her sphincter with his cock.
“Relax for me, angel. Let me in. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She arched and did as he asked, relaxing her bottom muscles and breathing deep as his head breached her resistance. She moaned as the burning increased and her ass stretched to take him.
He slid his forearms along her sides and underneath her so he could hold on to her shoulders as he rocked gently against her, pushing forward, claiming what was his. After a few seconds he slid past the last of her resistance and thrust home and shuddered.
He stilled, and lay on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his body weight, claiming her in an utterly primordial way, to the depths of her soul. She felt completely filled with him. Fulfilled by him.
He began to rock again, and withdrew almost his entire length, before thrusting deep, groaning with ecstasy. The sensation was overwhelming and she felt the flickers of a second orgasm coming close as he thrust again and again, taking her, claiming her, until he was giving her his full length with each pounding stroke. She loved being pinned beneath him, loved feeling helpless to do anything but what he wanted her to do.
“Mine, angel. You’re mine,” he growled. “Mine.”
His demanding, territorial tone did her in. Her orgasm broke within her and she wailed until the waves of ecstasy stole her voice and her breath. He grasped her shoulders and buried his face in her hair at her shoulder as he lost the last of his control, giving her every last inch of his cock with each powerful thrust until he lifted his head and let loose a deep, impassioned cry.
They lay there, still joined for some time afterward, panting and trembling. The scent of passion mingling with jasmine and vanilla filled the air. He finally released her shoulders and clasped one of his hands with hers, as he tilted them to their sides so she could breathe easier. She stayed still, knowing how much he enjoyed lingering after making love, buried deep inside her. His other hand rested on her hip, stroking and petting her. He whispered, “You are so precious to me, little tiger. Thank you.”
Chapter Sixteen
By the time Lucy arrived at Seth’s house on the Saturday morning of the Republic of Texas Bike Rally, the day was already promising to be a hot, humid one. Jayne gasped when she answered Lucy’s knock on their door before dawn. “You look fantastic!” she softly said as she stepped out of the way so Lucy could enter.
Smoothing her hand over the front of the corset, Lucy giggled and said, “I could say the same thing about you.”
Jayne was dressed in a gauzy red sundress that skimmed her curves and accentuated the red highlights in her hair. In a conspiratorial whisper, she said, “Dad still isn’t reconciled to the fact his daughter has a tattoo. We thought it’d be better to not poke the bear so I’m wearing this right now and I’ll change once we get to the Expo Center.”
“What are you changing into?”
Jayne gave her a lopsided smile. “You’ll see when we get there.”
Toby was staying with Jayne’s mother and father who were down for a visit, so that Jayne could help promote Seth’s work at the rally.
Because Seth needed to bring all of his gear with him, the three of them were riding out to Austin in his truck. His Harley was also loaded in the back of his vehicle but he wasn’t sure if he’d be riding it or not. His left hand, while fully healed, was still bothering him sometimes in the evening. She wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to not ride in the parade loop that would start after sunset once all the kids were gone from the rally grounds. After dark was strictly for adults only.
Lucy thought of her men as the miles stretched out in front of them. The night before, she’d gone with the guys and PJ to see a movie after supper. It had been a fun evening and they’d invited her to come home with them afterward. She had, and once PJ had gone to bed they’d fooled around.
Making love with them was addictive. Sometimes the passion was white hot and rough. Other times it was gentle and sweet. It was always satisfying. She liked the way they kept her guessing. Beck liked pushing her limits and teasing her. Patrick liked calling the shots and she loved doing what he wanted.
Knowing that she needed to get an early start, she hadn’t stayed the night with them even though they’d asked. Leaving to come home had felt odd and she’d spent
the rest of the evening contemplating the emptiness she felt.
She liked her little house, but she liked being with them more. She loved seeing their sleepy faces in the morning, showering with Patrick and Beck before work, and making happy-face pancakes for PJ. Her days felt so fulfilled now that they were a part of her life..
She shook her head, fighting the melancholy she’d fallen asleep with the night before, missing them. They hadn’t complained, or grilled her anymore about the ROT Rally or her choice of attire for the event. Only said that they’d see her when they arrived.
The interstate traffic was light but they noticed more bikers than normal on the highway as they rode into the state capitol later that morning. Lucy helped her brother get his equipment, supplies, and displays all set up while Jayne hurried to change.
She was talking to a couple who were interested in getting matching tattoos when Seth let out a long, appreciative whistle.
A big, burly biker nearby murmured, “Holy shit. Who does she belong to?”
Foot traffic stopped around the booth as Jayne came into view, walking down the long aisle, stomping all-to-hell anyone’s notions about what a reserved, small-town librarian looked like beneath her badass red leather high-heeled sandals.
Jayne was clad in a sleek red two-piece leather outfit. The top was a halter that left her midriff and back bare except for the strap in back. The hip-hugger pants looked like they’d been sprayed on her curves, they fit so snugly. The outfit showcased her extensive rose tattoo which extended from her right upper ribcage beside her breast, diagonally across her midriff to her left hip. Like Lucy’s skirt, the side seams of her butter-soft pants were split all the way down and held together with crisscrossing drawstrings, revealing a two inch strip of bare flesh from her hips to her ankles. The opening revealed that her rose tattoo extended to her upper thigh. Elegant poetic script twined throughout the design.
Jayne blushed with pleasure when she heard Seth’s whistle as she sauntered through the crowd. She had eyes only for him until she stood before him and received his lusty kiss.
Seth gestured to Jayne with a grand sweep of his hand and said, “My beautiful wife, ladies and gentlemen!”
The crowd whistled and clapped, several young women looked a little disappointed, and there were several catcalls as Jayne came to stand with Lucy in the center of the tables which were arranged in an inverted U-shape, giving Seth room to work in, apart from the crowd.
“Both of those are your women?” the same big, burly biker asked as Seth put his arms around Jayne and Lucy.
Seth made eye contact with the biker and nodded. “They’re both here with me,” he said, and left it at that.
Once the crowd dispersed, Seth said, “Lucy, until Patrick and Beck arrive, it’d be best if you stayed at the table or walked with one of our friends anywhere you need to go.”
“But I didn’t need an escort when I helped you last time.”
Seth squinted at her and smiled. “You were also wearing baggy jeans and a floppy T-shirt, sis, and stayed near me the whole time. I’m not trying to be a sexist pig or anything but you look fantastic in this outfit and the guys will be hot on your tail. I’d just feel better if you stayed nearby or with one of the guys, just to avoid any misunderstandings. Okay?”
Jayne nodded silently at Seth and Lucy agreed. “If you insist.”
“Great. Then I won’t worry. Justin and Charity should be here soon with Ransome and Val.”
Jayne snorted and then, to cover her laughter, said, “Achoo!” She knew the two handsome bikers were a bone of contention for Patrick and Beck.
To save Seth any worry, and because he already had people waiting to talk to him, she nodded. “I understand, big brother.”
Seth turned to his wife and said, “Baby, you aren’t leaving my sight, unless it’s with one of the guys.”
Perhaps having the rose tattoo revealed publicly made her bold, because Jayne lowered her eyelids, gave him a smoldering look, and rubbed her hip against him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Through the morning, many rally-goers stopped to talk to Jayne about her tattoo and several times Seth offered to design tattoos in a similar configuration but refused to replicate the tattoo. Lucy was impressed when Seth explained that Jayne’s tattoo was a one-of-a-kind work of art, created only for his wife.
The men nodded in understanding and he sketched out what he could do for them that they might like just as much on their woman.
Lucy had just finished showing a design to a young woman who was considering getting her first tattoo, and was bending down to reach a box below the table when she heard two low, appreciative growls from behind her.
Rolling her eyes, she turned, assuming it was more bikers. Her cheeks went hot when she looked up at Ransome Cross and Val Teller. They were like twin gothic gods, standing side by side, with their straight, black hair flowing loose down their backs, lean, muscular builds, and broad, white-toothed grins. They still wore their shades but lifted them as they brazenly looked her over.
Sure her cheeks were turning fifty shades of hot pink, Lucy scrambled for words. “Oh! Hiya!” She gestured at Seth who was currently tattooing a biker’s old lady while the biker stood beside her in a protective stance. “Seth’s working on a tattoo right now—”
“We came for you, sweet cheeks,” Ransome said in his raspy voice. A dimple appeared in his cheek as he smiled at her.
Nerves made her stomach flutter and she wrung her hands together as she tried to figure out what to say. “Um, guys…”
Val whispered something to Ransome and then moved down the table to speak with Jayne. Jayne nodded at Val and then he returned to Lucy and said, “Relax, beautiful. Charity and Justin sent us. They found a patch at one of the booths that they’re having sewn on Justin’s leather vest. Charity figured that the two of you might need a bathroom break. We’re your knights in shining armor.”
“Yeah, on potty patrol,” Ransome added with humor sparkling in his eyes.
Lucy looked back at Seth, and he nodded and gestured that they should go, then turned back to the young woman’s tattoo. She hadn’t made a sound, and her old man held her hand as Seth went back to work. She had a beautiful, quiet kind of strength, Lucy thought, as she looked up at the biker.
The moment the four of them started down the walkway, they drew the eyes of all passersby. Jayne giggled when one young guy in brand-new-looking leathers collided with one of the other rally-goers because he couldn’t pry his eyes loose from them.
Lucy noticed that Ransome and Val, who strode along silently with them, drew plenty of longing looks from the women, too.
“Ladies, you are both looking mighty fine today,” Ransome finally said as they continued down the long walkway. Lucy noticed they’d shortened their long strides so that the girls could easily keep up in their heels. She appreciated that because she knew her feet would be killing her by that evening, even though the shoes were fairly comfortable. Walking around on concrete all day was going to do a number on her feet. It’d still be worth it though. She loved this event.
Jayne softly replied, “Thank you, Ransome. I could say the same about you two.”
Ransome shrugged. “Is it true that you’re a librarian, Jayne?”
Jayne nodded. “Yes, I hold a degree in Library Sciences and I’m the head librarian at the Divine Memorial Library.”
Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin when Val stroked her upper arm with the backs of his fingers. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant but it also didn’t have the same effect as if Beck or Patrick had touched her. She glanced at him and he didn’t seem to be coming on to her but merely trying to get her attention.
“Can I ask you a question, Lucy?”
“Um, sure.” She waited for him to ask her if the threesome sex was really hot or if that was all hype. She wasn’t sure how to answer a question like that because her men hadn’t taken her at the same time yet. She was one hundred percent certain her men wouldn�
��t want her discussing it with him. The ladies’ room was just coming into sight but not soon enough.
“Are you really involved with both Owen and O’Malley?”
She glanced up at him as they continued on. The curiosity in his eyes was genuine. Ransome and Jayne were caught up in a conversation about e-readers and their effect on library patronage and weren’t paying any attention to Val’s question to Lucy. He cleared his throat and murmured, “I don’t mean to embarrass you, Lucy.”
“It’s okay. Yes, I really am involved with both men, Val. Going on three months.”
Val crossed his bulky arms over his muscled chest as they walked. “And it’s going okay? No…jealousy or problems?”
She frowned, surprised by his question and his earnest tone but shook her head. His curiosity almost seemed clinical and she felt immediate relief. He walked silently beside her for a few seconds before he asked another question. “You know others who have successful ménages, besides Charity’s sister, Grace?”
“Yes, you met one of them, I think, the day of the Divine Trade and Craft Fair, when I met you. Her name is Summer Webster.”
“Nice lady. But her men weren’t there when we were.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Your men were justifiably territorial with you but I was curious if they fight with each other over you.”
Lucy shook her head vehemently. “No. It’d be a deal breaker if they did. I really worried about that at first.” She shrugged and turned to him as they drew near the restroom entry. “I guess it’s just a question of maturity and how bad do we want the ménage, you know?”
“Yeah. You seem like a very strong woman, like you don’t take any shit.”
“I do?” That was the second time someone had attributed that kind of strength to her. The first had been Emily Anne at Discretion the month before.
Val chuckled. “Yeah.”
“I don’t feel particularly strong, Val, but you’re right, I suppose. I know how to defend myself and I’ve had some…” Experience dealing with assholes with unrealistic expectations.
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