“I can do that.”
He snatches my hand away and pulls me inside. “I think I’m gonna put you over my knee first,” he says against my ear.
The saucy reply on the tip of my tongue evaporates when I spot my father hanging out with Melody inside.
Chapter Twelve
What the fuck?
One minute I’m about to strip her out of her dress in the middle of the main room and give her a preview of what a club claiming’s all about. The next she’s shaking like a leaf, tears threatening to fall from her big blue eyes.
Someone’s gonna die.
My gaze lands on Tucker and rage clouds my vision. This motherfucker never responded to her invitation. Didn’t show the fuck up to her graduation. Now he’s got the nerve to be in my clubhouse, messing around with a girl not much older than his daughter?
Fuck no.
I storm over and his guilty eyes stare up at me in confusion. Drunk. The asshole’s drunk at three in the afternoon. Melody takes one look at my raging face, squeaks and runs away.
“Dad?”
“Hey, Karina. Today was the big day, right?”
“You know it was. Why weren’t you there? I tried calling you. I tried—”
He has the nerve to point at me. “He told me to stay away from you.”
“You shifty motherfucker. Don’t you dare put it on me.” Is he out of his God damn mind? He knows my role in the club. Knows I can kill him with my bare fucking hands.
Next to me, Karina’s trembling like a timid kitten. Or so I think, when I glance down at her it’s clear she’s pissed. “I’m done. Dante, can we go home please?” She turns her back on her father and takes my hand.
Before we leave, I lean over and get in Tucker’s face. “This isn’t over. I better have Kadence’s phone number and address by Monday morning or life’s gonna get real unpleasant for you.” I keep my voice low and full of menace designed to send a clear message.
“Romeo—”
“I don’t give a fuck what Romeo told you,” I snap before he even gets the stupid thought out. “You think he’s gonna protect your ass forever, you’re wrong. You ain’t a brother.”
How dire this situation is seems to be sinking into his alcohol-addled brain. “I’m her father. You won’t kill me. She’ll hate you.”
“I doubt that.”
Outside, the sun stabs us in the eyes and Karina lifts her arm to shield her face.
“Where to, baby girl?”
“Home.”
When we’re in the truck and I got the A/C running, I turn and take her hand. “I set something up for you tonight. But now I don’t—”
“Anything to take my mind off things.”
Well, what I had planned will definitely do that.
I’m gonna have to give her some warning and see if she’s still up for it.
She trudges up the stairs when we get home and I have no idea how to make her feel better in a way that doesn’t include fucking her.
Upstairs I hear her running a bath and I go up to find her sitting in the tub. Naked, beautiful, hair pulled up into a messy little knot that I want to put my hand around and use to guide her mouth to my dick.
“You okay?”
She leans back, giving me a perfect view of her breasts and my dick responds immediately.
“I feel better now.” She opens her eyes. “Dante?” her soft questioning voice has an edge of need.
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“Will you finally fuck my ass tonight?”
Jesus Christ. That was the last thing I expected out of her. Laughter explodes from me, but she’s totally serious. “Yeah, baby girl. Later tonight. Got another size up plug I want to see if you can handle.”
Her mouth curves into a dreamy smile and she sits up, wrapping her arms around her legs and laying her cheek on her knees. “Will you come in my ass or on my back?”
Motherfucker, all these innocently-asked filthy questions are doing a number on my dick. He’s screaming to get out.
“Don’t know. Think I’ll decide in the moment.” I let her sit for a few more minutes. “Come on, you’ve been in there long enough.”
I help her up out of the tub and dry her off before taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom. Without any words, she tugs at my shirt, stripping it off me. Her little hands go for my belt and jeans next. She sinks down to the floor, tugging everything off and tossing it in a pile in the corner. Waiting patiently for whatever I’m about to ask of her, she stares up at me.
My hand twines into her hair, holding on to her messy little bun like a handle and steering her to my cock. Eager, she opens her mouth and takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuuuuck.” Her warm, wet tongue flicks over me perfectly. She sucks deeper and I’m unable to form a single thought. I let myself fall into the sensation, swearing after this, the focus is all on her for the rest of the night.
I don’t last five minutes before I blow in her mouth. She hums, sucks, and licks me clean. When I finally open my eyes she’s sitting back on her heels with a little grin lighting up her face. I brush my hand over her cheek. “That was perfect.” I sit back on the bed and pat the spot next to me. “Now come up here so I can violate your ass.”
More eager than I would expect after that invitation, she’s up and over my lap. She shivers as I lean over and open my nightstand drawer. I drop a bottle of lube and the biggest anal plug she’s seen yet right in front of her face.
“That’s still not as big as your dick.”
Fuck, this woman kills me. “Thanks, baby girl.”
She grumbles and tucks her arms under her chest. All her soft skin, rubbing against me feels good. She’s right where she should be. Now that my dick’s calmed down, I’m able to think clearly. I start off slow, massaging and rubbing her down until she’s limp. “Feel good?”
“Mmmmm-hmmm.”
Perfect.
Slow and steady I make my way to her ass, dribbling lube down her crack and rubbing, stretching her wide. My finger teases her entrance and it’s the first time she hasn’t tensed up on me. Slowly, I push my finger in, the lube making it nice and easy. She groans in pleasure and shifts in my lap.
“Still good?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I spend some time working her open with my fingers before even bothering with the plug. This one’s bigger than any of the others, but damn if I’m not finally fucking her ass tonight. Especially after she specifically and filthily asked me to. Reaching into the drawer again, I pull out a vibrator, she’s only used it once—to put on a show for me—but when I hand it to her, she immediately knows what I want. She shifts and adjusts to get it where she wants before flicking it on.
“Oh my God.”
Yeah, the vibrations are strong enough that I’m even getting stirred up again.
“Good girl. Keep it there. I want you to come while I’m playing with your ass.”
“Oh. Oh.” She moans and trembles.
“Jesus, already?”
She doesn’t answer, so while she’s still riding that out, I get to work slowly pushing the plug in, until the flat base is nestled between her cheeks. “Perfect.”
“We’re going to Luck’s house. That okay with you, baby girl?”
It seems odd, but I’m curious about where Luck lives since I’ve only ever seen him at the clubhouse or our house. “Sure.”
The ride there is…interesting with my ass full of Dante’s giant toy. I swear he just loves tormenting me and never plans to actually fuck my ass.
Luck’s house is a low, Spanish-style home with a solid wall around it, giving lots of privacy from his neighbors. I can only imagine why he needs that.
There’s a strange pull in the air and I can’t help wondering if I’m missing something as Luck meets us in the driveway and we follow him inside.
He offers us drinks and we stand around in the living room for few minutes. Much to my embarrassment, that strange sensation of being ut
terly alone with these two fierce, tempting men washes over me again. They could right now, right here in the middle of Luck’s living room hold me down, strip off all my clothes and do whatever they wanted to me. I’d be powerless to do anything but scream, and cry and beg for them to stop.
This time, the images in my head are much more vivid. Even though I’ve been trying to deny it for weeks, it’s time I admit I’m a little attracted to Luck.
What’s wrong with me? Dante should be more than enough for me.
It doesn’t matter. I’d never do anything about it.
I shift, rubbing my thighs together, desperately wishing Dante had let me wear panties.
As always, he’s in tune with my moods. One corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smirk. “You okay, baby girl?”
I can’t get out a single word, so I nod. They exchange a look and Luck cocks his head to the side. “You want to see the rest of the house?”
By the rest of the house, Luck meant his bedroom. The three of us end up there. Dante closes the door behind us and my heart speeds up. Luck’s watching me with an intent expression that brings heat to my skin.
Behind me, Dante settles his hands on my shoulders, pulling the straps of my tank top down, exposing my bra. “Remember when we talked about stuff that turned you on?” He leans down closer, whispering in my ear. “How you said you wanted to try taking two cocks at once?”
“Did I?” I squeak out.
“Yes, you did.”
Luck still hasn’t said anything. But he’s watching me like he wants to eat me alive. I’m scared and thrilled and so many other emotions, I can’t speak.
“You know how you like it when I take my hand to your ass?” I blush at him saying this in front of someone else, which is stupid. He’s probably told Luck all sorts of things to prepare for tonight. In no way do I think we ended up here by accident. “Luck’s an expert on all sorts of other instruments to use on you.”
I raise my eyes to Luck’s face, seeking confirmation and he nods.
“Remember how you told me you wanted to be tied to the foot of the bed?”
I nod numbly. My skin’s hot and tight all over. I’m so embarrassed he’s revealing all my horny fantasies to someone else.
But I’m also crazily turned on.
Dante brushes the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “He’s also good at all the different ways to tie naughty little girls up.”
An ugly thought enters my mind that I can’t shake. “Wait, have you guys…do you do this—”
“No, baby girl. We’ve never done this to anyone but you.”
“Oh, good.”
Luck chuckles at my jealous reaction.
Dante runs his hands over my body in a gesture meant to be soothing. Instead it works me up even more.
“Luck teaches classes on this stuff. Instead of learning by watching him do that to someone else, I thought he could demonstrate on you.”
“Oh.”
Dante chuckles. “You sound disappointed.”
“No. I just thought you were going to…”
“If things are going well and you’re still into it, we’ll definitely fuck you, Karina,” Luck says.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper and the guys chuckle.
Luck holds out his hand and after getting a nod from Dante, I take it. He stops next to the bed and settles his fingers under my chin. “Look at me. You want to stop at any time, or you’re uncomfortable, say red and we’ll know you’re serious. Everything stops.”
“Red. Okay.”
He holds my chin a little firmer. “I’m serious. Don’t think you’re going to make me mad or that Dante will be mad at you. This is about you enjoying some new things, not enduring stuff to make us happy. Got it?”
Okay maybe it’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties, they’d be soaked by now and I’d have to take them off anyway. “Got it.”
Satisfied with my answer, he turns to Dante. “Can she finish undressing?”
Oh my God. Holy shit, am I really going to get naked in front of both of them?
Dante nods at me and I pull my tank top off the rest of the way. Next I work my shorts open and let them slide down my legs.
“No underwear. What a naughty girl,” Luck teases.
“Turn around, Karina.”
My face flames red as I turn and hear Luck inhale a sharp breath. “Very nice.” His hand settles on my ass, wiggling the plug. A soft moan drifts from my lips and my legs tremble. Luck’s arm bands around my waist, keeping me upright. His big, hard body connects with my back and I meet Dante’s eyes. He’s watching every move. Knowing he’s right there and won’t let anything bad happen, lessens the uneasy fluttering in my chest. Our eyes lock, intense even in the dim lighting.
Is he testing me?
Will he be mad if I enjoy this? Should I feel guilty about how much I’m enjoying Luck’s hands roaming over my skin?
Dante finally moves in closer and I reach out. Our fingers twine together and he steps close enough that his comforting heat washes over me.
Behind me, Luck closes his fist around my hair, brushing it over one shoulder. His lips press against my neck.
This can’t be real. Both of these beyond-sexy bikers touching me, so completely focused on me at the same time. They’re so similar, yet different. Dante—gruff, harsh, bulging with muscles. Luck—a more controlled roughness, leaner but just as hard.
“We should explain the ground rules to her,” Luck says. His hot breath tickles my over-sensitive skin and I resist the urge to moan.
Dante lifts my chin and waits until I meet his eyes before speaking. “No kissing on the mouth. No fucking. Anything else is fair game.”
“Nod if you understand, Karina,” Luck says.
My eyes snap open, I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. Dante fills my vision. With his thick, dark hair, possessive stare and stubble-roughened chin, he’s lethally sexy. My heart kicks up a notch. He’s all mine. If this was his fantasy. If he wanted me and another girl there’s no way I’d agree.
Or would I?
I think it’s pretty obvious I’ll do anything Dante asks.
I’m having trouble focusing with Luck’s hard body behind me, his fingers curled over my shoulders. Not enough to hurt, but enough to feel his presence. Slowly, his hands slide down my arms, knuckles lightly grazing the sides of my bare breasts.
“She’s fucking perfect, Dante.”
Dante answers without taking his eyes off mine. “I know.”
“Do you trust us, Karina?” Luck asks.
I don’t have to even think about the answer. “Yes.”
“Why?”
His follow-up question confuses me. Why? I don’t know why. “Uh…” I stop and try to find the right words, but it’s hard with Dante watching every reaction and Luck’s rough hands stroking my skin. “Dante wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. And, uh, you’ve always been nice to me.”
Behind me, Luck’s chest vibrates with a humming sound of approval. “That’s good,” he says while placing a soft kiss on my cheek. His hands glide down my arms one last time and circle my wrists. He pauses and puts space between our bodies. Curious about what’s next, I lower my gaze when he drops my left hand. As he grasps my right wrist in both of his big hands, I’m overcome with how fragile I am. Red was the magic word if I need to stop, but what if I said it and they just kept going?
I’m so wet from the thought, I press my thighs together. Dante notices and one corner of his mouth lifts, but he doesn’t say anything.
Luck’s arm drops to my waist, supporting me while he leans over. The sound of a drawer sliding open and shuffling makes me turn my head.
“Eyes on me, Karina,” Dante says.
Heat races over my skin and my gaze snaps to him. He chuckles and I let out a sigh.
“For tonight, since it’s her first time with anything like this, I’m going to show you something real basic,” Luck says to Dante. There’s a clink. “Safety shears. Always keep
‘em handy.”
Dante nods, watching everything Luck’s doing behind me. Corded twine settles across my chest and Luck slowly massages it over my skin. “Preparing her for the rope,” Luck explains. “Letting her get to know it.”
Any other time, I think Dante might smirk, but instead, he crosses his arms over his chest and watches every move Luck makes.
The rope tickles but I’m too worked up to laugh. I let out a startled gasp as the twisted strands rub over my sensitized nipples. Finally, Luck brings the rope to my right hand.
“I’ll start with a simple rope cuff.” Luck lifts my arm in the air to demonstrate. “I’m using a ten foot piece of six millimeter hemp rope, but you can experiment and see what you like.”
Dante asks a few questions while Luck wraps the rope around my wrist, but I’m too hypnotized to really pay attention.
“The wider you make the band, the more comfortable it will be for her.” Luck’s voice breaks through my fog and I notice he’s got both wrists bound. “Especially if you want to string her up for long periods of time and really work her over.”
Luck slides his hand up my body, between my breasts and lightly curls his hand over my throat. “Is that what you told Dante you wanted?” he asks against my ear. His voice is low enough to make my tummy flutter, but loud enough for Dante to hear every word.
It takes me a couple seconds to form a response. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Can you tell me why?”
No. I can’t explain it. I swallow hard, feeling Luck’s fingers around my neck with each movement before answering. “I don’t know. I like…I like the feeling…it feels safe,” I murmur.
A low, sexy growl vibrates against my ear and Luck cups my breasts, gently stroking and teasing my already hard nipples. My brain slips a little more into a soft fuzziness.
“I can show you how to bind her breasts, too. She’d look nice all roped up.”
“Can we suspend her from something? Tie her legs wide open?” Dante asks. I can’t tell if he’s serious or teasing. Not that it matters, if he wants me strung-up and spread-eagle, I’ll happily do it.
Luck laughs softly. “Sure. I don’t have suspension equipment here, but the place I told you about does.”
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