by Jayne Rylon
Rough breathing, low curses and proclamations of love drifted on the air. Holden sat up, letting Sabra trail along his chest to straddle his lap instead. The moist heat of her pussy made his dick think of other fun and games they could engage in.
He hoped she didn’t notice him getting hard again. Distraction time.
“Who won, anyway?” Holden grinned. As far as he was concerned, he’d hit the lotto with Sabra. Nothing else mattered except having her and being part of the gang. He took a second to smile down at her and revel in the joy that infected him when she grinned back.
“Nova,” Alanso grumbled. “No fair. I think Nola’s hormones are making her more sensitive.”
“Don’t be a sore loser, buddy.” Kaige buffed Alanso’s bald head. “It takes a hell of a lot more finesse to get her off without making the sensation too much these days. Not that I’m complaining. I’ll be craving some rough stuff by the time she’s ready to take me hard again, though.”
Nola hummed and curled into her fiancé, looking as sleepy and contented as a kitten. “Me too.”
They all chuckled.
Holden had an idea. Maybe he could convince Kaige to use his prize wisely. Tonight.
For now, he had one more trial run for Sabra. Could he push the limits just a tiny bit more? “Carver, did you get off from sucking Barracuda?”
“Nah. It’s okay. I got what I wanted.” He licked his lips.
Sabra surprised Holden by taking the words out of his mouth. “Would it be okay if I helped you out, Meep?”
Her gaze flickered from Holden to Carver. She’d shared a special bond with Meep from the beginning. Maybe because of the afternoon on the roof deck and maybe simply because they were a lot alike. Either way, Holden was glad she had someone else to confide in. Someone she felt intimate with.
Holden hugged her to him and kissed her with the hope he hadn’t dared unleash these past several weeks. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Make him feel good. We’ll do the same for you.”
He had every intention of making it a positive experience.
Sabra crawled to where Carver sat on the couch and spread his legs apart. She knelt between them and reached out a tentative hand until she traced the length of his cock with a single fingertip.
Meep gasped, then reached for Roman’s fingers as if begging for help staying still. The other man was happy to oblige, taking Carver’s wrists in one hand and pinning them to the couch above his head.
“Can I suck him?” she asked Roman. The pair hadn’t formalized their bond, but even Sabra could feel it. Holden beamed at her. He shuffled closer so he could rub her back as she pleasured his friend.
“Go ahead.” Barracuda didn’t smile. It seemed harder and harder for him to let Carver take what he needed. Holden hoped this wouldn’t become a problem.
For now, no one thought beyond base primal instincts.
Sabra followed hers and kissed the head of Carver’s cock.
The rest of the Hot Rods angled for a prime view, watching the induction of a new member. The respect and affection on their faces meant the world to Holden.
When he glanced back, Sabra had welcomed Meep between her lips and began to bob over his shaft. Though he had the smallest cock in the group, no one ever gave him shit about it because his orgasms beat all of theirs in intensity.
“That’s right, Sabra.” Roman ran a knuckle along her cheek. “He likes being in a nice, warm mouth. You know what else he likes?”
Carver whimpered as Sabra hummed around his cock.
Barracuda flashed a rare and predatory smile. He didn’t expect her to let go of her treat long enough to answer.
“He loves having his prostate massaged.” Roman used his free hand beneath Carver’s knee to lift and bend Meep’s leg so that his foot rested on the edge of the couch, opening him to Sabra’s curious touch. Obeying Barracuda’s silent command, Carver mimicked the pose with his other foot, leaving him completely exposed.
Sabra cried out around Meep’s erection and her hips began to rock. Holden knew what she wanted. And he was glad to give it to her. Thankful she was on birth control, he knelt behind her and tapped her entrance with the head of his re-hardened cock.
“Teeth, teeth!” Carver yelped, making several people in their audience chuckle.
Roman smacked Meep’s cheek, not too hard, and said, “Shush. You know you like a little pain with your pleasure. Say thank you instead of complaining.”
“Thank you, Sabster.” Carver groaned.
She chuckled around him, making another tortured sound escape from the man. It was all too much for Holden. He pressed forward and entered Sabra’s drenched opening, beginning a slow steady fuck that he hoped he could maintain until she’d finished her gift to Carver.
Roman sank onto the floor so he could murmur instructions in her ear. Or maybe to palm her breasts. Probably both. He sucked her slender finger into his mouth, coating it with saliva, then said, “Go ahead and rub around his hole.”
Sabra bucked beneath Holden, grinding onto his shaft. Swinger couldn’t help but pump into her harder, faster. The tightening of her folds around him proved she loved any minute.
“Now put it in, a little at a time.” Barracuda guided her hand.
“Curl your fingers, Sabra.” Kaelyn added some of the wisdom she’d gained lately. The reminder of the Hot Rods presence resulted in Sabra’s pussy clamping Holden’s cock.
Oh God. It was better than he’d dreamed.
He fucked her harder. He wasn’t going to last much longer. If she didn’t come before him, he’d tag Roman to finish the job, though he’d wanted to wait until tonight, after she’d had time to process everything, to get to that stage.
Still, he wouldn’t leave her wanting. That was never a danger with the gang of them nearby.
Roman put his hand between her legs, manipulating her clit. The added stimulation made her jerk. In a chain reaction, she must have hit Carver’s prostate. He shuddered and cursed.
“There you go.” Barracuda encouraged her to do it again and again. “Is his cock leaking yet? Yes? Good. Careful now, he’ll come soon. Just keep going, right like that.”
The escalation of Carver’s bliss affected Sabra too. She mewled as she took pleasure from both him and Roman. Though she didn’t stop the motion of her fingers, she allowed Meep’s cock to slip from her lips when he begged, “Not yet, not yet. I want to enjoy it for a little longer.”
Peeking over her shoulder, Sabra absorbed the impact of Holden’s thrusts as well as the pure adoration in his regard. She watched as he fought the orgasm about to wash over him.
Dirty bastard that he was, Roman reached up and pinched Holden’s nipple.
The sharp sting sealed his fate.
Carver must have liked seeing it too. He buried his fingers in Sabra’s hair and guided her lips back to his cock. “Now, Sabster. Now. I want to come with him. You too. Let go.”
Good thing Meep was primed. The moment Sabra’s lips engulfed the head of his cock, he shot down her throat. She swallowed his fluids as Holden released into her again and again. Bookended by bliss, Sabra couldn’t resist.
She rubbed her mound against Roman’s hand, humping it so that her clit dragged over his fingers. It was all she needed to join the Hot Rods in a second wave of pleasure.
Guys cried out around her and women moaned. The pounding slap of flesh on flesh grew frenzied then slowed as others behind them found their own release.
Holden leaned forward, resting his head between her shoulder blades, pressing dozens of kisses to her neck. Several minutes passed in contented silence, until his softening cock slipped from her grasp.
They both moaned at the loss.
Carver ran his fingers through her hair, then patted her cheek. “Why don’t you come sit up here? Cuddle. You’ll be more comfortable.”
Sabra winc
ed. She glanced at her watch.
“I’ve got to get dressed. I’m almost out of time.” Sabra gestured to her formal clothes for the proposal, then struggled to her feet. Carver steadied her.
Holden started to go with her, but wondered if he’d distracted her enough from her work. He should let her take some time to think about what had gone down and what lay ahead.
He knew it would be amazing.
Unable to resist the taste of Carver on her lips, he stood too.
After one final, lingering kiss, where they stared into each other’s eyes—saying everything they needed to communicate with that look—he let her go, smacking her ass as she walked away.
Mind reeling, body humming, Sabra clutched her garment bag to her chest and hustled into the bathroom to freshen up and change. She glanced at her watch. Funny that she hadn’t taken it off. She giggled to herself as she wondered what she’d looked like naked except for that.
Mentally, she calculated the time it would take her to get across town. Luckily, there shouldn’t be much traffic at this hour. Hurrying would be to her benefit, though.
A soft knock came at the door. “It’s me, Roman. Mind if I come in?”
What the hell? She’d sucked his lover’s cock and come on his hand. What did it matter if he saw her getting dressed?
“Sure.” She flipped the lock and admitted him, resisting the urge to cover her lacey bra with her hands.
“I can wait if you’re not comfortable,” he said.
“No, it’s fine. Just habit, sorry.” She shrugged and slipped into her blouse. As she fastened the buttons, she realized what he’d come into the bathroom for.
He snagged his toothbrush from the holder and went for the toothpaste.
Several times a day, he did the same thing in the garage’s bathroom.
Sabra eyed her oversized purse. Feeling kind of sentimental after what they’d shared, she fished around until she came up with the package she’d stuffed in there a week or two ago after she’d noticed his habit. “I hope this isn’t weird…”
“Nah. You get used to it. It’s just sex, Sabra.” He shrugged while meeting her gaze in the mirror. “If you’re not okay with how this makes you feel, you should tell Holden now.”
“What?” She shook her head. “I wasn’t talking about that stuff. That’s all good. Great, really.”
A blush heated her cheeks.
“Then what did you mean?” Roman raised a brow, his toothbrush hanging from the corner of his mouth.
“I sort of noticed you have really good dental hygiene.” Lame. But she couldn’t think of a more polite way to say that it was obvious he was obsessed with it.
“Uh, yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Not one for talking, he didn’t volunteer any info.
“So, I saw this at the store and I thought of you. It’s a car. And a toothbrush.” She held out the novelty to him. Meant for kids, it had called to her. Something about Roman’s darkness hurt her heart and she wished she could help him smile, if only for a moment.
Holden’s love for pranks and laughter made more sense to her by the hour she spent at Hot Rods.
“That’s…” He paused and blinked at her a few times.
“Dumb. Sorry. I just thought—”
“No. It’s awesome. I’m not used to people thinking about me, I guess. It surprised me.” He rinsed his mouth out, then crossed to her. She held the gift out to him and waited for him to accept it.
With a crooked and scarred finger, he ripped open the blister pack, then spun the wheels on the cheap plastic brushmobile.
His smile warmed her better than a mug of cocoa on a frosty winter day.
And then he put his hand around the back of her neck and drew her to him for a deep, minty kiss. When he fed her his tongue, she shivered. Alpha and domineering, he touched her so differently than Holden, yet no less reverently. Fierceness and determination replaced the playfulness imbued in her boyfriend’s liplocks. Barracuda compelled her to respond to his touch. She didn’t resist.
“Well, guys, I don’t think you have to worry about Sabster.” Kaelyn cheered from the doorway. “She’s making out with Roman in here like she’s been a Hot Rod all her life.”
Holden and Carver hooted from the living room. Swinger yelled, “I wanna see!”
Sabra and Roman broke apart, grinning at each other.
“Hey, I had to thank her properly for my present.” He proudly displayed it to Kaelyn before depositing it in the cup on the edge of the sink then throwing his old, well-used one in the trash. “It’s incredible. Thank you.”
Then he ducked into the hall before shouting, “Don’t you slackers have work to do? I’m going down to the shop.”
When Sabra stepped into her skirt and reached behind her for the zipper, she realized Kaelyn still stood in the doorway. Her crystal-blue eyes were filled with tears.
“Oh my God. What did I do? Are you okay?” Sabra pinned her skirt to one hip and crossed to her friend. She hugged the woman with her free arm, though she had to reach way up to do it. Damn, she was tall.
“Wow. I’m great. That…” A pause stretched out as Kaelyn searched for the right thing to say. “You have no idea how special that was. Roman doesn’t open up to just anyone. And especially about quirks like this. From his past.”
“What? Oh, shit. Did I step in it?” Sabra winced.
“No, not if he’s making out with you like that.” The watery smile Kaelyn gave Sabra sent a blast of approval through her. “See, Roman brushes his teeth so much because his mom’s rotted out. As a kid it terrified him thinking his would do that someday too. He didn’t realize it was meth mouth. That it was a symptom of her addiction.”
“Ah, fuck.” Sabra felt her eyes bugging out.
“It’s okay. You couldn’t have known, and he seemed genuinely touched.” Kae beamed. “Carver will love you forever for making Barracuda smile. It’s not easy to do. Here, you want a hand with that?”
Kaelyn pressed Sabra’s shoulder until she turned. In one quick motion she zipped the pencil skirt and tucked in Sabra’s blouse. “Hang on a second.”
The other woman vanished.
Sabra had barely finished packing her workout gear, fluffing her hair and putting some light gloss on her lips when Kaelyn reappeared. In her hands she held out a strand of pearls.
“You should wear these. They’ll look beautiful on you. With that suit.” Without waiting for an answer, she put them around Sabra’s neck. “I don’t have much from my old life, but I had these on the day I left home. I think that makes them good luck.”
“Really? You’d lend them to me?” Sabra stared at the two of them in the mirror. The extent of her fortuity hit her like a semi. Not only had she gained the boyfriend of her dreams, but a whole host of readymade friends along with him. More than that even. After what they shared today, they’d become the sisters she’d never had but always wanted.
“Of course, you’re a Hot Rod.” Kaelyn squeezed her fingers. “You know, Tom says that we were all born Hot Rods, we just didn’t know it yet. I like to think that’s true. And I’m glad you’ve finally found your way home.”
Pretty soon they were both reaching for the tissues.
“Sabra?” Holden called as he approached. “What’s going on? You’re awfully quiet in here.”
She tried to erase the evidence of her crying but wasn’t fast enough.
The sexy smile she’d come to adore melted from Holden’s face. “You’re upset? Oh, no. Sweetheart, come here. I’m sorry, I pushed you too fast. We can forget this happened. I didn’t mean to rush you.”
“Shh.” Sabra covered his rambling with her fingers. “You’re mixed up.”
“Those are happy tears, Swinger,” Kaelyn promised.
“Yep. Sure are,” she confirmed. “And you’d better not take the Hot Rods away fro
m me. Too late, buddy. There’s no going back. Now that I know what I’ve been missing, I want to do that again. Soon.”
This time it was Holden’s lips on hers, telling her everything she needed to know with the skilled caress of his lips. When they had to breathe or pass out, he whispered, “Seriously?”
“Hell yes. Except not until I’m finished with my meeting. If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to end up being late. And that’s not the way to impress the network execs.” Her fingers trembled. So much rode on this pitch.
Together they walked down the hall into the living room where several of the guys lingered, about to return to work. Were they waiting to send her off with their blessings? It kind of felt that way. And she appreciated their support.
“Hey, I can’t help it. Those smarty-pants you’re wearing are pretty sexy.” Holden winked at her as they rejoined the group.
“Swinger, you idiot.” Rebel pointed to her bare legs. “She’s got a skirt on.”
“Well, it’s a suit. That counts.” Holden mimed panting. “I used to drool over those stuffy getups you wore on the news every night. Maybe later I can help you get undressed.”
“You’d better count on it.” Sabra laughed. She couldn’t resist flinging her arms around Holden. He caught her to his chest and spun around a few times.
Today was definitely the best day of her life. And it was only going to get better from here.
“You’re going to knock ’em dead, Sabster.” Carver reminded her she had to get going.
“It’s a big day for you. For the whole shop, really.” Holden kissed her lightly then took her hand, heading for the door. “And if all goes well, I hope we can make it an even more important night.”
“The Hot Rods do know how to party.” Eli smiled as he hugged her, then angled her toward Alanso for his turn. They passed her around, offering words of encouragement and physical comfort. “Give us something to celebrate, Sabster.”
“I’ll do my best.” Her smile threatened to rip her face in half as she made her way to her car and climbed inside. Pure elation left no room for nerves.
There would be plenty of time for that when she arrived at the station.