Chapter 12
Skye
P art of me had been apprehensive, worried I’d be afraid on the back of a motorcycle. But the only thing I feel, riding fast with my arms wrapped tightly around Angel’s strong back, his musky scent and the warm smell of summer filling my senses, is pure exhilaration and unadulterated joy. Well, that and a little bit horny. The danger combined with the feel of my body pressed against his and the steady vibrations of the bike rumbling between my thighs have me feeling turned on.
When we arrive at our first destination, a business site where the guys who work for the Angels of Havoc’s construction company are busy at work, I’m slightly out of breath as we dismount.
“Are you okay?” Angel asks, removing his helmet and tossing out his hair like a Viking removing his helmet.
“I’m more than okay,” I reply gleefully, “That was incredible!”
Angel smiles at me, seeming a little surprised but pleased by my response.
“I knew she’d love it!” Drifter chimes in with a grin.
“We’ll have you riding one of your own in no time,” Buzz adds.
Even Gunner seems pleased. “It would have been a pain in the ass if you’d been screaming and shrieking the whole time,” he says.
It’s probably the most I’ve ever heard him speak. Evidently, going for a ride puts him in a good mood.
I let out a small yelp of surprise as Drifter sneaks up behind me, giving me a playful tap on the bottom. “Not that we don’t want you shrieking and screaming in other circumstances,” he quips cheekily.
“Enough goofing around, we’ve got a lot of places to go today,” Angel says, though his voice is more lighthearted than usual. “Skye you alright waiting here alone?” he asks me.
“Sure thing,” I reply.
Angel nods, ordering me to, “Stay where you are, don’t move,” before they head over to speak to some of the workers.
I lose sight of Angel, Drifter, and Buzz after a short while, but Gunner remains standing guard, tense and alert. I contemplate going to join him, but something tells me Angel doesn’t take kindly to being disobeyed, even over something as small as standing fifty feet away. A wicked thought crosses my mind as I think of the kinds of naughty ways he might punish me, but I decide better of it. As exciting as that might be, it’s probably more likely he’d send me home in a cab or something, and I really want to stay out on the ride.
A short while later, they come back, and we head to our next few destinations. Each time, they leave me to wait while they go and chat with whoever before coming back out. Finally, around lunchtime, we stop at a barbecue joint called Brewer’s BBQ. My stomach rumbles at the smells wafting outside, I only had a coffee for breakfast, and I’ve not eaten all day, so I’m positively ravenous.
To my relief, Angel says, “Come on in with us, Skye, let’s all grab a bite to eat and a cold drink.”
As we enter the bustling restaurant, it’s alive with chatter and mouthwatering smells of food. People sit chatting and eating at tables enjoying themselves. The décor is a classic Texas BBQ joint with a biker twist. On the walls, there are old Angels of Havoc jackets and helmets as well as signed autographs from celebrities and sports stars, plus the usual taxidermied animals from hunts. There’s even an actual vintage Harley on display. On the TV screens dotted around, various sports games are playing. It’s the kind of place tourists and locals alike enjoy.
“So good to see you, boys,” the hostess greets us. She’s an older lady with a kind face and the kind of tan and figure that belies a life of good old-fashioned farm work.
“Hey, Dotty, how you doing?” Angel asks with the kind of friendly ease that suggests they’ve known each other a long time.
“Oh, you know me, keeping busy. I see you brought a friend. My, aren’t you as pretty as a picture,” she says to me with a warm smile.
“This is Skye,” Angel introduces me.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand.
“Hon, the pleasure’s all mine. I’ve been waiting for one of these boys to bring in a pretty girl to introduce me to someday. It’s about time they settle down.”
This makes me hold back a smile wondering if she’d feel the same if she knew what I’ve been up to with all four of them.
As if sensing Dotty’s about to assume I’m dating one of them and ask who, Angel intercepts before she can ask too many questions. “Is Brewer here?”
Dotty shakes her head, not seeming too surprised by the abrupt shift. “Fraid not, hon, he doesn’t go out much these days, his health isn’t getting any better. Bless his soul. Y’all can head up to the big house to find him though.”
Angel nods, “We will do. But first, we were hoping you could squeeze us in for some grub.”
“Of course, I’ll get y’all a booth in just a sec,” she replies, grabbing some menus.
“You’re the best Dotty, I’m starving and you know I want the works from Chef!” Drifter declares, giving her a bear hug that makes her giggle like a schoolgirl.
Dotty leads us to an empty booth, “I’ll grab y’all a pitcher of beer as usual. Unless you want something else, hon?” Dotty asks me.
“Beer’s good, thanks,” I reply with a smile.
I’m determined to prove to the guys I can fit in with the Angels of Havoc and that I’m not the high-maintenance posh girl Angel initially assumed I am. I’ve finally been given the chance to properly spend time with them. Not a lot of talking happens when you’re all naked and busy making each other cum so even though we’ve spent every night together, I still don’t know them all that well outside of the bedroom. The thought is exciting yet scary.
Already I feel like I don’t want anything to ruin the crazy physical connection we share. I’m sure to them it’s just sex, but to me, it’s so much more than that. It’s like our bodies are connected and we intuitively know what the others want without speaking, when we’re together, all my worries and fears melt away and I reach levels of ecstasy I didn’t know were possible. I’m not ready to lose that feeling yet.
“Sit next to me. Gunner might stab you with his fork if you try to steal any of his fries. That man does not like sharing. Food that is,” Drifter quips with a wink that makes me blush.
I do as he asks and Buzz squeezes in behind me with Angel and Gunner taking seats opposite. We peruse our menus in silence and when Dotty returns with our beers the guys all order Chef’s special, so I follow suit.
“Twenty bucks says she can’t eat it all,” Drifter says.
“Why would any of us take that bet, there’s no way she will,” Buzz replies.
Feeling a little worried about just how huge this meal’s going to be but not wanting to be shown up or back down from a challenge, I can’t resist chiming in. “Hey, you guys haven’t seen me eat, you have no idea if I can or not.”
They all look at me dubiously.
“Fine. I’ll take that bet. Or better yet, if I lose, I’ll pay for the whole meal. If I win, you pay,” I declare giving Drifter a challenging look.
“Oh, you’re on baby!” he says with a smile.
We continue to chat. The conversation flows comfortably between the guys who are so familiar with each other, and I’m surprised to find how at ease I feel and how easily I fit into their friendly banter. My eyes widen as our food arrives and I realize why they didn’t think I could finish it. Texas BBQ is always hearty, but this is something else. Each plate contains a portion of smoked brisket, ribs, sausage, and a pork chop with slaw, potato salad, creamed corn, beans, and fried okra. In the middle of the table, Dotty places a basket of bread rolls and butter too.
My eyes widen as I realize this is pretty much all the classic Texan BBQ food on one huge plate. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you called it the works!”
Well, shit. Not only have I gone and ordered the least ladylike dish to eat in front of four hot guys I’ve had sex with, but I’ve also made a bet that I can eat it all.
“Wanna admit defeat now?” Drifter teases.
I shake my head, “I’m no quitter,” I reply defiantly, picking up a rib and taking a big bite.
Drifter lets out a pleased laugh and they all dig in happily.
The ribs are divine, and I easily devour the two on my plate. However, they’re not exactly a dainty thing to eat and I can feel I’ve got barbecue sauce smeared around my mouth. I try to discreetly wipe it away with my napkin.
“You missed a spot,” Buzz says.
I flush with embarrassment, “Where?”
He leans in and wipes the sauce from my cheek before putting his finger in his mouth and licking it off in a move that’s surprisingly sexual.
“I coulda got that myself,” I say, not knowing what else to say in this scenario.
He shrugs, “I know, but I wanted to. Now, get back to eating and make Drifter put his money where his cocky mouth is.”
With the tension and embarrassment now dissipated, I continue to enjoy my food. It’s honestly some of the best barbecue I’ve ever eaten, so the daunting challenge doesn’t feel like the impossible task it first seemed to be. With the others cheering me on, I finally manage to eat it all. Buzz, Angel, and even Gunner all join in teasing Drifter and celebrating my victory, their own plates are all finished too.
“Ah but, you didn’t eat your bread,” Drifter points out, gesturing to the last remaining piece in the basket.
I’d completely forgotten about the bread I was so focused on trying to finish my plate. As I’m thinking how I can possibly fit another bite in, I feel so full, quick as a flash, Gunner reaches out and shoves the entire roll in his mouth.
“That was mine,” he lies after chewing and swallowing it.
We all know it isn’t, but Drifter lets me have this one. “Looks like lunch is on me then. Well done, Skye. I love me a woman who can eat, especially one who doesn’t mind a challenge.”
We all laugh as Drifter dutifully gets up and pays for the meal.
“Right, we’d better go pay old Brewer a visit,” Angel says, getting up.
As we all get out of the booth I ask, “Is it far from here?” I’m feeling so full I’m secretly worried I might hurl if we go speeding off this soon on the bikes for miles.
“Luckily not,” Buzz answers, “It’s on the same land, just a couple minutes’ ride up a ways.
“Yeah, I hate riding on a full stomach,” Drifter says, patting his still rock-hard abs and belching.
“For a big tough guy, you sure make a lot of childish jokes,” I tease.
“Would you rather I was the stern, commanding type like Angel? Or the strong silent man, like Gunner? Or the charming intellect like Buzz instead?” Drifter quips, though he’s joking I can tell they all are curious to hear my response.
“I like you all exactly the way you are,” I reply truthfully before daring to taunt them a little by adding, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re acting competitive and jealous.”
Buzz laughs, “You bet your ass we’re competitive. But jealous, never, not between us four.”
Drifter chimes in, “You’ve seen for yourself how nicely we share without jealousy.”
“I’m not sure nice is the right word,” I reply seductively, my mind going all sorts of places. Feeling a little playful and definitely horny I add suggestively, “Perhaps tonight you can show me how competitive you can be…”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Angel growls in my ear, his body close to mine, his hand resting on the small of my back.
Despite how busy the restaurant is, the sexual tension is palpable between us all and I feel like we’re moments away from throwing caution to the wind and tearing each other’s clothes off.
But I can’t resist biting back, “Oh, you’ve seen that I don’t back down from a challenge. Bring it on boys, no holding back.”
“She’s got you there,” Gunner says with a smirk.
Angel gives me one last look like he wants to ravage me before his eyes clear and he composes himself. I notice him glance around as though realizing we’re not alone, his eyes land on someone he recognizes, and my gaze follows him. Veronica is sitting at the bar shooting daggers in my direction, I can’t help feeling slightly smug about it.
“Enough goofing off, we’ve got work to do and Brewer’s expecting us,” Angel says, ignoring Veronica.
“Brewer’s gonna love you,” Drifter says with a grin, throwing his arm around my shoulder and walking with me to the exit, the others following behind.
We say goodbye to Dotty, who emphatically insists on giving us a pie to take with us and demands we come to visit again soon before she lets us leave.
I’m curious to meet this Brewer, from our brief conversation at lunch I learned he’s the oldest member of the club and they all speak of him fondly and with great respect. I hope I can find out more about my dad from him.
But, if the men said we were riding home right now to fuck like rabbits instead, I’d gleefully jump on the back of a bike and ride for hours, full stomach or not. It’s getting harder and harder to stay focused on the reasons why I started working at the club with these four around.
I wish I could say I feel bad about that. But right now I can’t wait to see if they take me up on my challenge tonight. I’m not sure the sex can get any better or naughtier, but I’m up for them trying.