21. Paige
21
PAIGE
“Are you ready?” Jessica grins widely as she drags me along.
“I think so? I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff at this point. It would take a lot to shock me.”
She snickers. “If you say so.”
“Are your guys meeting you there, too?” I know we're safe here, but I still feel a little nervous showing up to a biker party with just Jessica for company.
She’s wearing tight jeans, a crop top, and her own leather vest which proudly proclaims her status, but I don’t have anything like that to make it clear that I’m off limits to the other bikers.
I am, right?
Don’t feel fucking guilty about what you want. For now, you belong to the three of us.
Come to the party, enjoy yourself. Anything is fair game tonight.
I shiver at the memory of Poe’s loaded suggestion. I’ve been thinking about it all day. How could I not? I can’t stop thinking about how Poe’s mouth felt on my pussy, and how Savage’s perfect body looked in the shower, and how the last time Crank kissed me, it made me want so much more. But I’m scared that when this is over, it’s going to break my heart to leave and maybe they’re just bikers being bikers. Am I the only one thinking there might be more happening between us?
Jessica drags me up the front steps of the church. “Yeah, if they aren’t there already, they should be soon. Come on!”
The doors are thrown wide open to let in air, and slow, sinuous rock music is blasting from the speakers. It's the kind of music you have sex to. Inside is packed, and the lights are turned low. We have to press our way through, and more than one biker seems very appreciative of the physical contact. Not that any of them go too far, but we're definitely noticed.
“Your friend looking for some fun?” a burly man asks Jessica, making no secret of looking me up and down. “My face is certified in three states as the ride of your fucking life.” He might not be exaggerating, because he proceeds to stick out the longest tongue I’ve ever seen.
“Um, no thanks. I’m good,” I squeak out.
He shrugs. “Your loss.”
“Jesus, they just got here, Lash. She’s with Jess, and I’m pretty sure Savage’s crew have their eyes on her anyway.” The man who warns off Lash is tall and almost lanky compared to the rest of the bikers here. “Sorry. Haven't managed to house train him yet.”
“Oh fuck off.” Lash gives him a little shove, but our tall defender only laughs.
Jessica laughs too as we push past them, and bump into a couple who are in the middle of getting each other undressed right out in the middle of things. I get a handful of a boob that definitely isn't mine before I hurriedly pull back. Not that she noticed. The pretty girl with purple-dyed hair grins up at the lucky biker as she drops to her knees in front of him and wraps both hands around his undeniably impressive erection.
“This way,” Jessica says, not paying any attention to the blowjob happening right in the middle of the crowd. I tear my eyes away so I can follow without tripping over anything.
We pop out near the altar, and while I spotted several other people well on their way to being naked, I manage to not accidentally grope anyone else on the way. Jessica was right, this is pretty intense.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by the two strippers making out on top of the altar, but I still am. They're grinding together in time to the music, seemingly enjoying each other's company a lot more than worrying about whether the guys around them are watching or not. It’s not my thing, but I'd give a lot to have that kind of confidence.
Next to the altar, the baptismal font has found a new purpose, filled to the brim with ice and unopened beer bottles. Honestly, it's a wonder this whole place hasn't been struck down by lightning. Either that, or maybe God appreciates a good party, but I'm not going to ponder the theological implications of the Outlaw Sons’ decorating choices. There's more than enough to think about already.
“Hey, honey, there you are.” Powerful and athletically built, a handsome biker emerges from the crowd, smiling widely, his T-shirt tight and a Stetson hat on his head. He sweeps Jessica into his arms and leans her back for a kiss that's a million times hotter than anything else I've seen in here so far. The fact that he seems to be head over heels in love with her definitely adds a few degrees of heat.
“Gonna share?” A broad man with a voice like a rock quarry, his thick beard rivaling Crank's, pulls her away and lifts her up to kiss her. Her legs kick weakly for a moment before she responds to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck eagerly.
Instead of letting her down, he just passes her over to a man with cold gray eyes and short blond hair. He pulls her right in close and kisses her like he'll die if he doesn't. I swear Jessica literally melts in his arms.
She turns to me with a silly grin. “Paige, these are my men. Tex, Riot and Ghost.”
Am I envious? Just a little. She found not just one guy who worships the ground she walks on, but three.
“I should’ve known I’d find you here. Watching ,” Savage whispers in my ear.
I whirl to find him behind me, and the moment we make eye contact, it feels like I’m right back in his bed, watching him pleasure himself while I do the same. Eeep! I still can’t believe I did that. We haven’t even touched, but it feels like we’ve done so much more.
He puts his finger under my chin and tilts me up to meet a demanding kiss that has me tingling all the way down into my toes. We may not be like Jessica and her men with the confidence and familiar passion of many months together, but what we have is new and exciting. Something I desperately want more of.
Surrounded by loud music, alcohol and open sex, it's easy to just lean into it. I press my hands into his chest, exploring the shape of him through the thin fabric of his T-shirt while he shows me exactly how much he appreciates seeing me. And when he holds me close, I’m very aware of the impressive length pressing against my hip.
“Man, just because he's an officer, he thinks he's allowed to be fucking greedy. I’m starting to feel fucking left out.” Crank's rough voice is right behind me. He puts his hand on my side and slides it down my hip.
I'm the filling of a biker sandwich. Savage raises an eyebrow when I giggle.
Then Crank whirls me around, sliding long, strong fingers into my hair while his other hand drops to cup my ass and keep me close. He tugs down on my hair to get me to look up, and I get my second welcome kiss of the evening. If anything, it's more demanding and possessive than Savage's, like he's got something to prove. His beard brushes my face and neck while his tongue plunders my mouth. I return it the best I can, wrapping my arms around his powerful neck, but he's the one running the show. All I have to do is hang on for dear life.
By the time he releases me, my knees feel like jelly, so it's good that Poe's there to catch me.
“There you are!” I gasp.
Having mercy on my wobbly legs, he pulls me with him into a nearby couch instead of making me stand. I let him settle me on his lap, with one hand on my hip and the other cupping the side of my face. He traces my cheekbone with a calloused thumb, then leans in, his long, dark hair falling forwards to hide both of our faces as his tongue slides along mine.
“Looks like you're going to be busy for a while,” Jessica says, voice full of humor. “I'm going to go party with my guys. Come find us later if you want, but I won’t take it personally if you find something better to do. Or three.”
When Poe finally lets me up for air, Crank's sitting on my one side, slowly stroking my thigh, while Savage is on the other, twisting a lock of my hair around his finger. All around us, the party is rowdy, filthy and loud, but I’m at the center of our own little bubble. It makes everything else easy to ignore.
Almost like being safe behind club walls while the mob is waiting outside.
No. I push that down and bury it. Denial? Absolutely.
“I missed you guys.” A nervous laugh goes through me.
“You're thinking real hard,” Crank says, leaning in so his deep blue eyes are close to mine. “Penny for what’s going on in there.”
“That saying has to be at least a quarter now with inflation,” I joke. “About your suggestion.” I look down at where Crank’s hand is stroking my thigh.
“You know what we want, but what do you want, Paige?” Poe asks, his voice sinfully smooth.
Oh, I know what I want, but I’m not sure I can handle it. On the other hand, I could be dead in a week if things go wrong, and what good will being careful have done me? That thought makes me realize I've already made my decision. Either I can handle it or I can’t. I trust them not to hurt me, so it’s only my own self-consciousness that’s holding me back. All I can worry about right now is lasting all night. Because I'm sure they will.
Savage stands up and toes my knees apart so he can stand between them. Poe’s hand slides up the front of my shirt until it rests softly on the front of my neck. Crank cups my jaw in his big hand and strokes his thumb across my lips. I gasp a tiny bit, and he slips it inside my mouth.
“You want a taste of what belonging to us would be like, don’t you? But you’re afraid to say it,” Savage says. “You don’t even know where to start.”
Oh, my… My brain turns off. No thoughts. Paige can’t come to the phone right now.
I nod weakly.
“Then let’s turn this into a private party.”