10. Willow
10
WILLOW
Last time I was here, I went straight into the church, so I didn’t get to see anything else. This time though, I look around. In addition to the church is the old elementary school, the priest’s house, the nuns’ house, and a big warehouse style building that must be new. It has sliding doors on the front that are wide open, and inside I see bikers hanging out and working on their motorcycles in a massive garage space.
“I remember this place before you moved in.” I point over to the field past the church. “They used to do barbecues after mass on the first Sunday of the month. My grandparents would bring me up here for the chicken and salt potatoes. I guess those days are long gone.”
Skyhigh shakes his head. “Might not be as family friendly as you remember, but we set up a tent over there during the summer and grill most nights.”
“And the school?” Lights are on in a lot of the windows, so they are clearly using it for something.
“Barracks, storage, meeting rooms. Whatever we need. Most of the brothers live here inside the walls.”
“Hey, boys.” A husky female voice comes from behind me.
I spin to find the redhead who I saw having sex at the party. Up close, she’s younger than I thought. Prettier, too. Probably about my age. I hate that I feel a little jealous.
Dragon nods at her. “Blaze, this is Willow.”
“Hi,” I say softly, with a tiny wave.
“Nice to meet’ya.” She looks me up and down, assessing. “You guys joining us tonight? Sinner and Jackal are waiting for me inside.”
“Yeah, we’ll be in in a minute,” Skyhigh agrees.
“Sure. You want me to see if Ocean’s around? We can make it a party.” She licks her lips, and from the look in her eyes, I get the feeling the party she’s talking about would involve very little clothing.
Blackout shakes his head. “Not on our accounts. We’re with Willow tonight.”
“Suit yourself.”
I watch her hips shish away in a micro mini-skirt that shows off her great legs and tiny waist, with her hair hanging down her back. “If you guys want to go hang out with her and your friends, I would understand. The motorcycle ride was already a lot of fun. You don’t need to babysit me.”
I mean it when I say it, but at the same time, if they ditch me to follow her into the church, I’m going to go home and eat every scrap of leftover cake and ice cream in bed while I binge-watch Stargate, my comfort show.
Surprisingly, it’s Dragon who slides his fingers through my windswept hair and tips my head up to look at him. “Do you think she’s got something you don’t?”
“Y—yes?”
“What?”
“She’s…” I’m a writer, but how do I even put what I’m thinking into words? “She’s good at this.” I gesture all around. “Men. Herself. Sex. I’ve never even?—”
“Never even what?” Skyhigh asks, honing in on my slip like a laser. “Tell us, Willow.”
“Are you a virgin?” Blackout asks, way too loud.
Please, God. Open the earth and swallow me up. How am I having this conversation with a bunch of bikers outside a church? “Shhh! What? No! I’ve had sex, guys. I’ve just never… you know… with someone else.” I scuff the toe of my shoe in the dirt. “Finished,” I say in a tiny whisper.
“Oh, Hell no. That’s fucking tragic,” Skyhigh declares. “I told you that you came to the right place to learn to get dirty, I just didn’t know how much ground we had to cover.”
“ Right now!?” I hop backwards, ready to dash for the gate.
Blackout grins. “You got other places to be?”
I’ve been playing the ‘this is research for the book’ game with myself for days now, but this is taking it to a whole new level. My coping mechanism has always been to stand back and analyze the situation, so that’s what I do. “We need ground rules. I’m not having sex tonight. I’m just… considering your offer.”
Dragon laughs. “Good girl. When offered a deal with the devil, negotiate the terms.”
“Is that what you are? Devils?”
“We sure ain’t saints.” Skyhigh puts his hand on my back and steers me towards the side door of the church.
Inside is a lot less chaotic than at the party. There are a couple guys playing pool in the back, some older bikers playing cards, and Blaze together in the sofa area with two bikers who must be the ones she mentioned earlier. One has dark blond hair cropped short with a full beard. He’s sitting on the sofa with her in his lap, and the other has his hair bleached to nearly white with the sides shaved, leaving him with a short, thick mohawk. He has a chair pulled up close enough to touch. His ears are heavily pierced, and he has tattoos covering most of his skin, stretching up his neck to his chin.
Swaying sinuously in time with the music playing from a nearby radio, Blaze is grinding her barely covered butt into the lap of the one with the beard, with her hands braced on the knees of the other man for support while he's shamelessly running his hands inside her crop top. When she sees me notice them, she smiles and winks one of her smoky eyes and flicks her long, red hair out of her eyes, completely unbothered at being watched.
“Took you long enough,” Blaze calls out.
Blackout puts his hand on my hip, and after a moment's debate, I don't push it away. “Like what you see?” he whispers in my ear.
Caught, I tear my eyes away.
“Nah, keep watching,” he orders, his deep voice sending a chill of excitement down my spine, making me shiver. “She wants you to. The one holding her hips is Sinner, and the other guy’s Jackal.”
Dragon appears next to me, on the opposite side from Blackout. “Blaze loves showing off. Don’t let her scare you. She can be pushy but she’s solid.”
I swallow hard to keep my voice steady. “Maybe she’s the one that should be giving me lessons?”
Blackout’s expression turns downright dirty. “Oh, she’d love that, and I wouldn’t turn down watching if that’s how you roll.”
My cheeks flush hot. “I don’t! I—I mean, she’s pretty, but that’s not what I meant!”
“Damn, you’re fun to tease.” Skyhigh grins crookedly, oozing mischief. “Let’s join the party.”
Research. It’s research.
Dragon settles into the other end of the couch from Blaze. Skyhigh guides me to him, and they basically boost me right onto Dragon’s lap, with my back to his chest and my knees on the outside of his thighs.
Blackout grabs a couple beers from a fridge near the altar, flicking the caps into a bucket. He sits down heavily into a nearby chair and takes a swig, watching us. “Ever given a lap dance before?”
I shake my head, glancing over at Blaze. Compared to her, I feel like a kid at her first dance.
She doesn’t seem to notice, too busy grinding between Sinner and Jackal.
Skyhigh takes a bottle and stands right in front of me, looking down with heat in his blue eyes. “Don’t worry about technique. Just close your eyes and feel the music. Focus on what makes you feel sexy. I fucking promise you, no man is going to complain about your moves so long as your ass is in his lap and you’re having a good time. You're a beautiful fucking woman, Willow. Show us.”
“He’s right,” Blaze says as she makes Sinner groan, grinding her ass in a figure eight over his crotch. “Here, follow my lead.” She pulls just a little bit away from his lap. His hands are on her hips, but he’s letting her lead their dance, relaxed into the couch with his head leaning back and a blissful look on his face.
Blaze hums along with the music. She arches her back and pulls away from Jackal, who leans back in his chair, hand stroking absently over his cock as he watches. “In the start it’s just about teasing.” She demonstrates, slowly sliding her hips back and forth to the beat.
I try to imitate her, super self-conscious that Dragon's view of me is mostly my back. Drawing a deep breath, I try to let the music guide me and start swaying.
“That’s right,” Dragon says, his voice low and growly.
“Good,” Blaze says with a grin. “And don’t forget that we’re here to have fun, too.” She tilts her hips forward and drags her core down the length of Sinner’s erection.
Dragon's body is firm behind me, the powerful muscles of his thighs solid and his abs like steel. Blackout and Skyhigh watch as I hesitate. I’ve never performed like this for anyone before. If I wasn’t fully dressed, I don’t know that I’d be brave enough to try, but I want to try. I let my body drop a little closer, and tip my hips. It presses my clit into the seam of my jeans, and underneath me, I feel the ridge of Dragon’s cock and tentatively use it to stroke both of us at the same time.
“Good fucking girl,” Skyhigh praises, standing close, the bulge in his jeans making it clear he means it.
I can actually feel the wetness in my panties, making everything slick and hot.
“In decent strip clubs, they aren’t allowed to touch,” Blaze says with a hitch in her voice that makes me look. “But in here? We set the rules.”
Sinner chuckles and slides her top off, exposing her bare breasts underneath. He throws it away, then captures them in his big, rough hands, stroking her soft skin and teasing her nipples. Her mouth opens and her breathing speeds up, but she never stops grinding against him. First I'm shocked, then a little envious. She’s wearing a skirt, so if they go much farther, I might just see them have actual sex in front of me.
And that's when Dragon slides his hands up under my T-shirt, over my bare stomach and along my sides. Not quite touching my breasts, but there’s a silent question in the way his thumbs play over my ribs.
I nod.
He covers my breasts, making my already short breath catch, the heat of his big hands seeping through the thin fabric of my bra. His thumbs seek out my peaked nipples, rubbing in smaller and smaller circles until he's flicking over their tips, sending flares of heat from my breasts straight downwards into the thick melting pool between my legs.
“That's nice,” I let out in a whisper.
“Fuck yeah,” he responds, pulling me closer to him until my back is fully arched and my head rests on his shoulder.
I keep grinding against him the best I can, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything but the way he feels and how we must look together. My heart's thundering in my chest, and Dragon's thickness is pressing into my ass. I've ever done anything like this before in my life. Nothing has ever felt this out of control.
I flick my gaze between Skyhigh and Blackout. Blackout loosens his belt, and my eyes widen as he pulls a long, hard cock out of his jeans. “You look so fucking good, baby girl,” he rumbles. He wraps his fist around himself and strokes slowly, rubbing his thumb over the glistening pink head.
“Watch him,” Dragon growls with an almost desperate insistence into my ear.
God, that sounds nice. I'm burning up inside, and I'm wearing too much. At least it feels that way. “I feel… it’s so much,” I breathe, not sure he's even going to hear it.
My bra suddenly goes slack and Dragon’s hands slide up underneath it, callused skin capturing my bare breasts. The moan I release is primal.
Reaching back, I close my eyes as I run my hand into his silky hair and press my ass down like I can fuck him right through our clothes. I'm rewarded with a throaty groan as he thrusts up against me. When I look up again, both Skyhigh and Blackout have their cocks out, jerking themselves and watching me like I'm some kind of porn star.
Even Blaze is watching, her eyes sexily lidded and her mouth open. Jackal is on his knees in front of her, sucking on her breast, and it takes a moment before I realize her skirt is shoved up to her hips and she's fucking for real, right in front of everyone.
Dragon slides one of his hands between my legs, cupping me and pressing the heel of his palm against my clit. My fingers tighten in his hair and I grind into it as he plays with my breasts and pussy like a master. Every fiber of my body goes tight, my breathing constricted and my nerve endings firing on all cylinders. I whine from deep in my throat, unable to stop as my toes curl and I thrust into his hand. The orgasm lasts for seconds, or minutes, days, I have no sense of time until I finally slump against him, exhausted.
Dragon pulls his hands back, settling them on my hips, just circling his thumbs over my jeans. “You alright?”
I nod. “Yeah, I'm?—”
Bells toll, slow at first before picking up speed. “On your feet!” someone yells from the church entrance. “Incoming!”
His yell is punctuated by the sound of a gunshot, and then everything is chaos.