Chapter 18
18
Karma
The hotel we chose is a huge building made of black glass currently reflecting the purple and orange hues of sunset. Those go well with all the deep gold accents inside the hotel, including the lobby.
My heart is pounding as Grim and I sip on whiskey at the bar, while Scorpio chats with the pretty woman at reception. She’s one of those good girl beauties, with an easy girl-next-door smile and a body as sleek as a gazelle’s. One of those girls I might’ve been, but never will be. Normal. And I really hate how she blushes and touches his arm and laughs, while he jokes with her way more than is needed to book a room, in my opinion.
“You might wanna soften that glare,” Grim says. “She’s not gonna steal him from you.”
I turn away from the scene at reception and throw back the rest of my drink. “He’s taking way too long. We shouldn’t even be here.”
“Hey, it’s you that wants clean sheets and a normal life,” he says, finishing his drink too.
It’s not easy to read Grim’s thoughts, and I gave up trying a long time ago. It was after I realized that claiming me as his meant exactly that—he would never leave me unless in death. But then he did. And now I’m trying to read his thoughts again and it’s just as frustrating as I remember it being.
“He’s not gonna steal me away from you either,” I tell him. “But I do want to settle down. Though places like these will always be out of reach for us.”
“They’re not for him,” he says, inclining his head towards Scorpio who is just paying for our room with a gold card. “At least he’s not flashing a wad of cash around. That would’ve been suspicious as fuck.”
“I want credit cards too,” I say. “And an ID card that I’m not afraid to use.”
“It is what it is, Karma,” he says. “At least you’re getting your clean hotel room for the night.”
Scorpio is walking towards us, grinning from ear to ear and holding up the black keycard with the hotel’s name printed on it in gold.
“I tried to get us the honeymoon suite, but they’re all out of those,” he says as he joins us. “But I got us a sweet top floor suite instead… at a discount too.”
“Let me guess, because she liked you so much,” I hear myself say and wish I didn’t.
He gives me a look I can read perfectly well… he’s asking the same thing Grim was, and no, I am not jealous. I just want to get out of this lobby bar where I’m sure at least ten cameras are currently trained on me.
“You catch more flies with honey,” Scorpio says. “At least that’s what Honey always used to say. I thought it was lame, but I eventually realized she was right. So let’s go up.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I instantly feel better. Like he’d placed a blanket over me on a cold night. Or given me a drink when I was really thirsty. That kind of better.
“You and Joker must be pretty well off the way you’re throwing money around,” Grim says as we enter the golden elevator, which I’m pretty sure is plated with actual gold.
“We’ve always been good at taking what we need,” Scorpio says. “And eventually we got so good, we now have a lot more than we need.”
“We could use some of that too,” Grim says and I’m pretty sure he’s saying it because of my sharp words earlier.
The weight of Scorpio’s arm around my shoulders grows uncomfortably heavy. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
There’s the kind of darkness in his voice I usually associate only with death.
“Because we gotta keep this a secret?” Grim asks, pointing at the three of us and grinning. “So he doesn’t get mad?”
“Nah, Joker doesn’t care who I fuck,” Scorpio says. “It’s a different kind of brotherhood we share. And we’re in the final stages of that.”
Now those are some ominous words. He’s talking about the war with Devil’s Nightmare MC again, the one they’re planning on fighting in soon and now I truly don’t know if I’ll be able to enjoy this night at all. But then the golden elevator door opens directly into a huge room bathed in golden sunset light and I forget to be scared or worried or how to feel anything else bad.
“Nice,” Grim says as we walk into the living area with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that lead to an outdoor terrace. “I bet you can see all the way to Vegas from there.”
He walks to the windows to see if he’s right, and Scorpio laughs as he leads me to check out the bedroom, his arm once again perfectly, pleasantly light over my shoulders.
That room is huge too, and most of it is taken up by the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.
“How’s that for clean sheets?” he asks.
I can only grin, and I answer him with a kiss that takes away the rest of my bad mood and fear. He’s right. All we ever have is today. And today is glorious. I don’t know when I forgot how to enjoy only that.
I motion Grim to join us and now I truly have all I want in this moment. And the ability to enjoy it to the fullest.
“I want both of you tonight,” I whisper. “Together.”
There was tension between us before. It rose up yesterday, was still strong this morning. But with my words, it flees as though chased away by a strong, gusting wind. A warm wind. A cleansing wind. Stronger than anything you can feel on the bike. And it makes me think this could be the beginning of something so special even my grief will lose its bite.
Especially as Scorpio kisses my neck, right in that knee-melting spot he can always find so well and so fast. Grim kisses me on the lips, feeding me his intense lust for me, for life and for the world and everything in it. They take off my clothes together, peeling off my tight leather skirt, tank top, panties and bra.
The sheer hunger in both their eyes as they graze over my nakedness makes shivers start in my bones. They rise to the surface of my skin like bubbles of pure untouched bliss.
I help them out of their clothes. But tonight is all about me, it seems, and I stop worrying about what that means as their kisses cover every inch of my skin, making every single tattoo on my body tingle as though alive.
I love how their lips and tongues against my skin, and my nipples, and all the other spots that make me gasp in pleasure and moan in bliss, feel so different from each other. Grim’s kisses are demanding and intense and he knows all my spots, the ones that make my toes curl and my eyes roll into the back of my head. But Scorpio’s discovered some new spots too, previously uncharted. And while his kisses can be just as intense as Grim’s, he’s got a softer touch like I’ve never known before. It makes my whole body fill with more warmth than I know what to do with. Every new kiss, every nip, every bite on my nipple or my neck just adds fat little drops to it, threatening to make it overflow.
I’m touching them too, kissing the parts I can reach, grabbing what I can for support as the pleasure grows too intense.
Scorpio is working on my clit the way only he knows how, with slow licks followed by hard sucks, back to slow, then hard and each time, all that warmth threatens to take me under.
I take Grim’s cock and stroke it, making him shudder and groan and kiss me hard. Once I take it between my lips, he relaxes, tension flowing from his body, feeding the warm bliss in my belly. The familiar with the new. A dizzying combination which makes me glad to have a focus point, the hard throbbing cock of my long-time lover invading my mouth, as Scorpio—my new lover—does things to my clit and my pussy that I have no defenses against.
I come against his lips, the pleasure thundering through me, translating to a moan against Grim’s cock in my mouth, making him shudder again and push his cock in deeper.
I’m so ready for them both to fill me, I can hardly keep another thought in my mind. It’s been so long. So very long since I’ve had two men pleasure me. And the sting of that grief is sharp even in my blissful state.
I’m hoping that will fade soon. Because life does go on. I’ve had it shown to me over and over in the past two weeks… or ten days… or however long it’s been since I let Scorpio into my life. And if I let it, I’ll keep on seeing the light.
I let Grim’s cock go as I shift on the bed, the soft, smooth sheets like a caress against my skin as I get on all fours and offer him my pussy. He grins and runs his fingers down my back, along the bumps on my spine, making me arch my back towards me as sparks fly all over my body.
I take Scorpio’s cock in my hand stroking it the way I know he likes, not too hard, not too soft, with just enough pressure to make him tense up. I wink at him, promising more, but then can’t follow up as Grim’s thick cock enters me, demanding as always, hitting right past that wall behind which orgasms lie waiting. I almost come again right then and there.
But I won’t let this end so fast. I’ve already come once. I can wait.
I take Scorpio’s cock in my mouth, letting it go deep, showing him what I need now. He reads me well, grabs a fistful of my hair as he drives his cock even deeper, just as Grim does the same to my pussy. And on and on, again and again, their cocks impaling me one from each end. Their thrusts are in synch, in perfect rhythm. I’m well taken care of now. I can let go and just enjoy.
Grim’s holding onto my hips, his cock opening me up, hitting all the spots that would have me squirming and running if he didn’t hold me so tight. Scorpio’s hand in my hair adds the needed tang to keep me grounded too, because the taste and the force of their cocks in me is threatening to make me float away on the sea of bliss they’re turning my body into.
I’m filled to the brink and yet I need more. I need all of them before I let the floodgates lose, need their come to fill me, their pleasure to arrive before my own, need to know I own them just as much as they own me.
Scorpio is close, I can feel it in the way his whole body is tight like a guitar string as he feeds me more and more of his cock, one hand caressing my cheek even as the other pulls on my hair with a wildness I need right now. Grim is close too. I know it from the fierceness of his thrusts and the way his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, as though he’s trying to hold fast against the coming storm, keep afloat.
But we don’t need to fight this. We can all just let go and let it happen. I’ll have to be first. Because there’s no more holding back this orgasm.
And as soon as I think it, the bliss of a thousand warm summer rainfalls washes over me, heralding the rush of a flood I can’t contain. The flood of bliss that hits me like a tsunami of pleasure, racking my whole body as I come harder than I have in years. Decades maybe.
They’re right with me. And that’s the only other thing I know as I surrender to the waters of bliss, let them take me under, whispering that the best is yet to come with each lash of their whips of pleasure.