2 Ivy #2
I just had to pick the right one.
My eyes caught on the tallest of the bunch.
Big all around. Massive muscles and thick all over.
His cut sat snung against his frame, patches worn, indicating he’d been around a while.
Shaved head, except for a wide strip at the top that had been pulled back into a ponytail.
Dark blonde. It matched his long beard. And with the deep scar running diagonally down his cheek, Viking was a fitting name for the man.
His eerily light gray eyes lingered on mine for a split second before he lowered them to the ground. A sign that he didn’t want me to choose him.
His head tilted down in the same direction, and I almost got the sense that he was being a bit bashful instead of disgusted.
I wanted to choose him. He was perfect.
But the way he cut me off told me he wouldn’t be the right one.
With an internal sigh, I moved on.
“Him,” I said, my eyes on the man who was staring me down with a cocky smirk and an amused light dancing in his brown eyes. “You.”
“You sure about that?” Ice asked from behind me.
“Y-yes,” I told him.
“I warned you,” Ice said, a touch of sadistic humor in his tone. He’d warned me about quite a few things, so I wasn’t sure exactly which warning he was referring to.
Big man—Viking—made a displeased noise in the back of his throat.
“I’ll break her in for you, man,” my choice said, stepping forward and slapping Viking on the chest.
Then he was coming for me, eyes locked onto me like a lion going after its prey.
Oh, shit.
I was in trouble.
He grabbed my arm and had me bent over one of the pool tables in the middle of the room in the blink of an eye. Beer bottles slipped off the side and crashed to the floor. No one seemed to give a shit about it, though.
My cheek pressed into the scratchy felt, and I let my gaze dance around the men in my view.
The air was charged with excitement and lust, making me feel like I wanted to hurl.
I stopped searching the crowd when my eyes landed on Viking.
I couldn’t read anything in his expression as he stared back at me.
My pants were pulled down my legs and left to pool around my ankles. I could feel the air on my skin, and I knew my panties had gone along for the ride.
I felt fingers between my legs, touching me in a testing manner.
“Ain’t fuckin’ a dry bitch,” he said, and then he attempted to slip a finger inside of me, only to be met with much resistance. “Tight little cunt you got there.”
Yeah, I know.
How badly I wanted to spit out those words, but I held them in. The last thing I needed was to let the real me slip out right now.
“Grip,” Viking growled low. There was a hint of warning in his tone and maybe even some kind of sympathy.
His name is Grip? This is worse than I thought. Kill me now.
I had been too stunned by his face to take in my choice’s name.
“Fuck,” Grip said as he tried to slide his finger in a fraction more. “What are you, a fuckin’ virgin?”
He had a southern drawl that I couldn’t place, which made me think he wasn’t from the area.
My eyes went to Ice. The amusement in his gaze was no longer there. Instead, he looked bored and like he couldn’t give one fuck about this whole thing anymore. Twenty-one and still a virgin, I figured I’d at least get a little raise of the eyebrow with that one, especially around here.
“Take her to your room. Show me proof when it’s over. I have better things to do.” With that, the president stalked off, his VP right on his tail.
For some reason, my attention was drawn back to Viking. He lifted his gaze and locked it with mine. The bleak expression on his face did nothing to calm my nerves. His attention shifted to Grip, and I could read the unspoken conversation floating through the air.
It was sinking in now.
Ice had warned me. Grip’s words were catching up to me.
I would have to give myself to both of these men.
And it was clear one of them was less eager than the other.
In fact, I got the feeling Viking didn’t want to have jack shit to do with this. Whereas, Grip seemed like he was about to fuck me without a care.
So, yep, I wasn’t sure how this could get much worse.
Before my life went sideways, I would have said losing my virginity like this hadn’t really been the plan.
I wasn’t holding onto it for any particular reason or had romanticized dreams of a special night, but I never would have imagined I’d end up using it as part of a plan .
And never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it would include two big bikers.
Yet, there I was, ready and… well, maybe not eager, but I was determined to go through with it. I sure as hell wasn’t turning back.
Swapping my virginity for safety and the chance to save my life from ending up in someplace where I’d probably welcome death, yeah, that was a no-brainer for me.
I was about to go from pure to tainted in probably point-two seconds as soon as the two of them got me alone.
I nearly snorted at the thought.
I might have still had my hymen intact and didn’t know what it was like to touch a cock, but I was far from pure.