She couldn’t deal, so she changed the subject. “Who’s Elsie Lenz? I’ve seen signs all over for her fund.”
“Local girl. She’s what, seventeen, right?”—Shannon looked at Lilli, who nodded. “Got thrown off her horse about a month ago and broke her spine in two places. Paralyzed from the neck down. They say there’s no hope of improvement. She was a competitive swimmer. She had a college scholarship.”
“God.”
Lilli nodded again. “It struck Isaac hard. She lay on the ground almost an hour before she got help. I don’t know if an ambulance getting there faster would have helped, but I know how it sucks to wait.”
It might have helped to get some kind of care faster. Okay. So, Tasha was going to be a country doctor.
The women sat and talked for quite a while. The sun was low in the sky, and they’d made a couple of trips each to the beer booth, when they decided to head back to the Horde’s grill. Tasha was feeling mellow from the beer and the conversation, which was easy and friendly, and she was less anxious about going back to the Horde.
Len was at the booth when they got there. He smiled and came right to her.
“Hey, ladies.” Lilli gave him a kiss on the cheek, and Shannon patted him on the arm, and then Tasha and Len were just the two of them.
“I heard you were awesome today.” He brought his hand to her face. Seeing something, she caught his hand in hers and eyed it. Blood around his cuticles. She brushed her thumb over the nail of his index finger, and he pulled his hand away. “I’ll wash again. Not your concern.”
It wasn’t like she was shocked. “Okay. Just glad it’s not yours.”
“No. Not mine.” He pulled her close. “Got an idea, baby.”
She recognized the tone in his voice, and she got a tingle deep inside. “Yeah?”
“Tommy’s a go. He’s scared, because I want him to be. But he’s a go.”
“Like, now? Tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“Not here. Not in the clubhouse.”
“I know. He’ll ride with us to your place. You good with that?”
“Seriously? You’re good with it?”
“I told you I’d try, Doc. Man of my word. If you’re giving me an out, though, I’d rather just fuck you here, maybe on my bike.”
That sounded fantastic, but she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. “Well, we can try that, but some other time. I’m good with going back to my place.”
“You got a fourth? Greta?” There was a light lilt of hope in his voice.
But Tasha shook her head. “Nadia. She will love Tommy. I’ll call her now, have her meet us.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tasha put her hand on the handle of the blue door and pulled it open. It wasn’t locked, and Len had made sure she’d locked it when they’d left for Signal Bend earlier in the day. As it began to slide, he slammed his hand on it, stopping it.
“Hold up, Doc. That was locked.”
She rolled her eyes. “Relax. It’s Nadia. I told her to meet us here, remember?”
Maybe so. But maybe not. “Just hold up.” He set her to the side and opened the door enough to get through. He’d left his piece in his bike, so pulling his blade out, he peered into the main room from the entry. “Nadia?”
“Yeah!” She bopped into view from the kitchen, a box of crackers or something in her hand, a handful of whatever it was heading to her mouth.
“Hey. Just checkin’.” He put his blade away and stepped back through to let Tasha into her apartment. As Tommy stepped forward, though, Len took a fistful of his kutte and held him back.
“You understand the rules here, kid? You understand what I will do to you if you cross a line?”
Tommy, brawny as he was, swallowed uncomfortably. “Yeah, Len. I…whatever you say. I won’t cross a brother. Would never. This…you know. You came to me, man.”
Len’s fist clenched tighter. He hated that he’d brought Tommy here. But he’d promised Tasha. “This is for her. But if your dick comes anywhere near anything on her, I will slice it off and turn it into sushi. Understood?”
“Fuck, Len. I should just get out of here. This…it’s not gonna be cool.”
Releasing his hold on Tommy’s kutte, Len smoothed out the leather, still new and stiff. “Sure, it is. You’re gonna keep to your place. There’s a hot little piece in there you can have your way with. She’s got a whole biker slave girl thing. She’ll love it.”
Tasha leaned around the still-open doorway. “You guys coming in?”
“You bet, baby.” Feeling like his circuits were frying, Len pushed Tommy through the door and followed him in. He slid the door closed and turned the lock.
Nadia was standing at the end of the kitchen counter, no longer stuffing her face. She looked like her usual dark-princess-of-the-pixies self, wearing a teensy, black knit mini-skirt, tall, black lace-up Docs, and an artfully tattered, red t-shirt. Her dark hair was as it usually was, knotted up in a messy heap at the back of her head. Len turned to get a read on Tommy’s impression. The kid was taking in Nadia’s look—tiny, slim, inked and pierced like crazy, her makeup heavy and dark—and Len saw a fire light in his eyes. Good.
For her part, Nadia smiled and bounced up to them. “Oooh. You brought candy!” She pronounced is KAHN-day, with a leer in her voice, and went right up and put her hands on Tommy’s chest. Eyeing the elaborate, black-and-grey ink sleeving both of Tommy’s arms, she said, “Great ink! Oh, you’ll do. I’m Nadia. And you are?”
Tommy stared down at her, clearly stunned. “Uh…Tommy.”
“Well, Uh Tommy, let’s get drunk and naked.” She turned to Len with a spritely smirk. “You game, Biker Dude?”
“You know me, Nad. Always game.”
She laughed and grabbed Tommy’s hand, pulling him forward. “Yeah, I wish.”
They went into the main room. Nadia stuck her phone into Tasha’s stereo and started some music—or, Len, guessed that’s what it was. It was electronica or some kind of shit like that. He sent a scowl her way.
“What’s that noise?”
The little shit laughed at him. “Enigma, dude. Good for what we’ve got going on. Trust me. George Strait or who the fuck ever you listen to would not set the right mood.”
“I’m a metal man, chicklet. Sabbath would work for me.”
“Yeah, well, same deal. That’s not the right kinda headbanging—if ya know what I mean. Trust me—you’ll get into this.”
Len doubted it, but he let it drop.
Tasha was in the kitchen, pulling bottles of booze out of the cabinets. Len went over and took down some glasses, too. He pushed everything to the middle of the island and said, “Help yourself.”
Tommy poured himself a couple of fingers of tequila. Nadia had gone for some weird bottle, but she pulled back, watching Tommy pour the Patrón. “Oooh, yes! Tequila! Agave sex juice! We should all do shots. Great call, Uh Tommy.”
Len looked at Tasha, who shrugged. Shots it was. When Tasha went to the refrigerator, though, Len rolled his eyes. Really? The whole pussy show? She brought out a couple of limes—yep. Why women had to turn booze into an event was beyond him. But okay.
Tommy and Len indulged the girls, waiting until everybody had a little stack of lime wedges and some salt. Then they pounded three shots in succession—three shots was nothing for Len, probably not for Tommy. But Nadia hollered and made an adorable face after each one, and by the third, her face was bright red. Since she probably weighed ninety pounds fully dressed and soaked, three shots was a lot. Tasha was looking a little less sharp, too.
“Another! I have an idea!” Nadia bounced up to sit on the counter, almost in front of Tommy. Len liked to see those two focusing on each other. Tommy poured another row of shots. This time, when they tossed them back, Nadia stuck her lime wedge in her mouth, meat out, and tipped her head up to Tommy. No fool, he bent down and bit it, taking it from her but lingering first with his mouth on hers. Len watched as Nadia’s slender legs hooked around Tommy’s thig
hs. Tommy pulled back and spit the lime into the sink, then grabbed Nadia hard and basically mauled her face with his mouth. But she was into it, obviously.
Tasha was watching, and Len felt her hands moving under his shirt, her fingers hooking into his waistband.
“How you doin’, Doc?”
“Good. Horny.” She slid her hand into his jeans and along his swollen cock. Her hands were slender, strong, and soft, and her touch made his balls go taut.
He returned the favor, pushing his hand into her jeans, under the silk of her panties, finding her hot and slick and ready. He rubbed the pads of his fingers over her clit, and she arched hard into his restraining arm.
“Fuck, baby. I could just bend you over the counter right here while they make out. I could make you scream and scream while they do their thing. That enough polyamory for you?”
She shook her head. “I need…”
He sighed and pulled his hand out of her jeans. “I know, baby.” She pulled back, too.
As if on cue, Nadia pulled out of her lip-lock with Tommy and, panting, said. “I wanna play. Let’s play.”
Without waiting for Len or Tommy to respond, Tasha walked toward the bedroom. Nadia flexed her legs around Tommy’s hips and made a clucking sound. “Giddyup, Uh Tommy.” He chuckled and picked her up. He followed Tasha, casting a worried but clearly enthusiastic glance Len’s way.
Len felt like he needed to get his head examined, but he followed them into Tasha’s bedroom. Four people heading for her big bed. Including a brother. Christ almighty.
~oOo~
They undressed themselves, standing around the bed in a loose semi-circle. Nadia just got down to business, stripping herself speedily and jumping to kneel in the middle of the bed. She unclipped her hair and shook it out, tossing the clip aside without a care.
Tommy got naked almost as quickly, his progress impeded slightly by his focus on Nadia’s small, tight, nude body and the body art she’d revealed.
Len saw him notice her pierced clit. “Shit. Is that…? Shit, girl. That’s hardcore.”
Nadia put her hand between her legs and flipped the ring, making the little crystal dance. “You like? You wanna touch?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Before he dropped his jeans, he pulled a strip of condoms from a pocket. Then he knelt on the bed and wrapped a workman’s hand around the back of Nadia’s head and brought her roughly to him.
Tasha moved more slowly, sensuously, and as she shed her clothes, Len stepped behind her and pulled the elastic from the bottom of her elaborate, but now messy braid. Then he fed his fingers through until her hair was loose, her natural waves trained into a rhythmic pattern by the hours it had spent folded into the braid. As he combed through her silky, burnished-gold tresses, she leaned her head back and sighed.
He pressed his lips to her temple and then gave her naked ass a soft swat. Laughing, she got into bed, and Nadia reached a slender arm out and pulled her close, moving from Tommy’s mouth to Tasha’s. Tommy, with a darted glanced in Len’s direction, reached his arm out to encircle both women, then bent his head and sucked what appeared to be Nadia’s entire right breast into his mouth—not that there was much to suck.
Nothing left to do but follow along, so Len rid himself of his clothes and joined the naked knot of increasingly writhing bodies. He knelt behind Tasha and pushed a hand between her legs from behind, finding her wet core and sliding his fingers in, pushing against the spot that made her body go rigid…just like that. She tore her mouth from Nadia’s with a violent gasp, and Len clutched her close and tucked his head in the crook of her shoulder, biting down on her soft skin.
“Hey, no bogarting,” Nadia mumbled. She turned her back on Tommy and raised up, chest to chest with Tasha, pulling her head back to resume their kiss.
And then the women were all over each other, kissing ravenously, their hands sliding all up and down over their firm, silky bodies. One of Len’s favorite things, watching women fuck each other. He was finding a rhythm with Tasha and Nadia, too, one that let him set aside jealousy and enjoy the bounty before him. Watching Tasha as she felt the kind of pleasure she was feeling now—in some ways it was almost better to sit back a little so he could really focus on how fucking gorgeous and sexy she was in her abandon.
Tommy was a little lost, but he seemed to be following Len’s lead. Len was still kneeling behind Tasha, holding her against his chest, his fingers moving inside her, while she and Nadia kissed and caressed and sucked and moaned. Tommy moved into a similar position behind Nadia and grabbed his dick, pushing it between her legs.
As long as Tommy was focused on Nadia, Len didn’t give a rat’s ass what he was doing, so he turned his attention away, leaving just enough so that he was aware of Tommy’s position and general bearing. But he must have done something that Nadia particularly liked, because she squealed and groaned, “Fuck, boy, that’s right. Do that.”
Len felt Tasha getting close, her pussy flooding and clamping down on his fingers, her hips jerking hard, slamming back against him. He thought his cock was going to burst from all the secondary contact it was getting—just enough to feel fantastic but not enough to get him anywhere close. Then Nadia cried out, her body flailing in climax, and Tasha went with her. They all four of them ended up falling to the mattress in an awkward heap.
Len needed to get closer, and he knew the dance his girls—Jesus, he was starting to think of them as his girls now?—were doing. As they came down from their shared orgasm, they smoothed their hands over each other, nuzzling into each other’s necks. Len turned back and reached out to the nightstand, opening the drawer for the box of condoms. He pulled one free, and rolled it on, then wrapped his hand around Tasha’s thigh and spread her wide.
She threw her head back. “Yes, oh fuck, yes, babe.”
Tucking his face into her bared neck and sucking hard, he shoved into her. Oh, shit! She was so hot, her body on fire from the inside out, enveloping him in her wet heat and scent. His hand was on her chest, between her tits, and he felt Nadia bend down and take one of those tits into her mouth. Tasha moaned and arched at the contact, and Len moved his hand out of Nadia’s way, gripping her little, dark head hard, holding her close to Tasha, and, by extension, to him.
At a distance, he heard Tommy grunting and realized that he was fucking Nadia from behind, still mirroring Len like some kind of sex apprentice. Then Tasha moved her head, bringing it forward, and Len saw her reach out for Tommy. That caught his attention and broke his rhythm, but he picked up his thrusts again and watched. Tasha pulled Tommy to lean over Nadia, and she kissed him. Len could see her tongue going deep. Tommy, wrapped up in what was happening, returned her kiss savagely, but then he pulled back, and his eyes met Len’s.
Len just stared at him, letting anger in at the edge of his arousal, but maintaining, holding Nadia to Tasha’s breast, thrusting deep and hard into his woman, feeling the erotic tension thrumming in all her limbs. Tasha tried to pull Tommy back to the kiss, but then Nadia screamed and went nearly fetal between them.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Yeah, boy! Tear me up! Come on! Do me hard! Come on!”
She was surging backwards against Tommy, and the kid looked mighty confused at first. It was quite a sight and took some getting used to, that tiny little body going so hard, with that nasty mouth. Len smiled a little, watching Tommy figure out that he wasn’t hurting her—or, if he was, that she was great with it. Then he grabbed her hips and really went at her, and she uncurled her body, her eyes rolling up.
Len reached out and grabbed the ring through the nipple of her tit nearest at hand. He saw Tasha push a hand between Nadia’s legs, and then the little pixie was fucking shrieking. “NOW NOW NOW FUCK NOW!!!”
“Shit! Fuck! Shit—Shit!” And there went Tommy. He came with a violent grimace and then fell onto his back almost immediately. Nadia, limp and dazed, oozed upward and wrapped herself around Tasha. Len folded both women into his arms, catching Tasha between both bodies in the w
ay she liked best, and he fucked her until she too was screaming. Then Nadia rolled over to Tommy, and Len pulled out and flipped Tasha to her back, catching her legs in his arms and filling her again, pummeling her, reveling in the fact that even now it was still only them. In the end, it was always just the two of them.
With that thought, the tumultuous emotions and sensations of the night converged deep in his gut, and Len finally came, grunting until his throat was raw. He felt Tasha undulate over his cock as she came yet again, this one quiet, staring into his eyes.
Nobody else was anywhere. Just them.
~oOo~
They’d all collapsed into a semi-conscious, incoherent mass, and after some time, Len could tell that he was in bed with sleeping people. He lifted his head to take a look. Tasha’s head was cradled on his shoulder. Nadia was sleeping on Tommy’s chest, her skinny little legs straddling his waist. Tommy was snoring, on arm hooked across Nadia’s back.
Too much was going on in his head; he couldn’t stay put. And that stupid fucking music was still looping through the apartment, giving him a headache. Nadia had been wrong. Len didn’t find that shit sexy at all.
He kissed Tasha’s head and gently scooted out from under her. She sighed and rolled, hooking an arm over Tommy’s arm. That gave Len a moment’s pause, but then he shook his head. He’d agreed to Tommy being in that bed—and, in fact, it had been hot to see how into it Tasha had been. Nadia, too. He was starting to feel something for her. Not love. Not like that. But affection, definitely. And he liked being in bed with them both.
But now, he needed some space from it. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, then went out into the main room. First thing he did was turn off the fucking music.
He needed a smoke, but Tasha didn’t allow smoking in her apartment. After briefly considering going all the way down to the street, or up to her little roof patio, to have one, he instead opted for a glass of Jameson. He poured it, then went and sat on the sofa. The only lights on were over the kitchen, so it was dim and quiet, with his back to the big windows full of night.
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