37. Paige
37
PAIGE
Three weeks later, everything feels like a dream. Some of it was a bad dream, like everything that happened around Stefano Fabbri, but a lot of it has been good, too. Hellfire might be a hardass, but he's given my guys time off to take care of me. The burn has faded, leaving a fresh pink stripe that might fade but will probably never go away. With all the attention I'm getting, it's hard to worry too much about it.
And it only took a day before everyone was right and we were spending an awful lot of time fucking. No regrets.
So yeah, life's good.
“You ready, kitten?” Savage sticks his head into the bathroom, then looks disappointed because I have clothes on already. “The guys are hanging out in front, so we're all good, but if you need to take a shower or anything…”
“I'm ready. If you wanted the shower scene, you should've been in here forty-five minutes ago.”
He grins. “Fair. You look fantastic, by the way.”
I think so too, but it's nice to get confirmation. Jessica and I went shopping yesterday, and along with a couple of cute tops and a pair of shorts that make my ass pop, I've also got some fancy new underwear I'm looking forward to showing the guys. They always get so excited. And that's good news for me.
“So where are you guys taking me?” I ask as I come out of the officers' building and find Poe and Crank already straddling their bikes. “And who am I riding with today?”
Poe pats the back of his bike. “Come wrap yourself around me, baby.”
I do that happily. “You guys didn't answer my other question.”
“Surprise,” Crank says with a grin. “But I think you're gonna like it.”
A couple of minutes later, we're on the highway heading out to the coast. It's a bit of a ride, but not that far, and the weather is amazing. It's a warm August, and the wind makes my ponytail flutter like a flag behind me. Clinging to Poe's back, I look past him and smile at the nearly empty highway ahead of us. Perfect.
We don't pull off until I can see the ocean and smell the salt in the air. The cliffs are high here, so we're way above the water, but after a few turns back and forth we pull off the local road and head down a winding path towards the surf. For a little bit, the view is blocked by solid rock that rises on both sides, but then we round the last turn and I gasp.
It's a cove, horseshoe-shaped and sheltered by the high cliffs around it. And between us and the open ocean, there are several more cliffs out in the water that break up the large waves coming in, leaving an area between them and us with still, crystal clear water. And there's a beach! I jump off the back of Poe's bike as soon as he stops it, kick off my shoes and socks, and then I run out into the sand, which is deep and warm. The water laps lazily at the beach's edge, and when I stick my feet in it, it's delightfully warm. It's like a little bit of paradise, and so close to the club. It took less than an hour to get here. And on top of that, we're the only ones around. I turn to face my guys who're watching me explore while grinning.
“Oh my God, this is amazing. I love it. I wish you'd warned me so I could've brought a swimsuit.”
Their grins widen. Crank peels off his cut and puts it down, then follows with his T-shirt. “You wanna know something else amazing about this place? Hardly anyone knows about it, since it's so well hidden. So fuck bathing suits.” He drops his pants and boxers with it, presenting himself exactly the way he was created, plus some dirty tattoos.
Savage and Poe shrug, and start undressing too. Are they really expecting me to go swimming naked? I look up at the cliffs, but it's so sheltered that you'd really have to be up right at the edge to see anything, even if you knew the beach was here. It's still scary.
“So imagine this. What's the worst thing that happens if someone up there happens to spot your naked ass down here? They get a little show? They'll live with that happy memory for the rest of their lives. No one's gonna come down and bother you with us here. If we can take on the Fabbris, we can deal with anyone who thinks they can get handsy. Trust me.” Poe throws his shirt aside and unbuttons his jeans. Savage is already naked. God, he looks good.
They all look good.
And Poe's right. What's the worst that happens?
I peel my top off as I walk over to them so I can keep my clothes with theirs, totally forgetting about my new underwear, which is lacy, revealing and fire engine red. I'm reminded when they all stare at me like I just fell out of the sky.
“Fuck, kitten, you gotta warn us first. Goddamn.” Savage's green gaze is lost somewhere in my cleavage.
I grin. “They match.” I let my shorts drop so they can see the matching bottoms. Boyshort style, but so sheer up front they can see almost everything. Just enough to tease.
“We still want you naked, but you're gonna fucking put those back on for us afterwards. Jesus, you look hot in them.”
Ever had a confidence problem? Get yourself three crude bikers that worship the ground you walk on and are willing to say exactly what they think. Confidence problem gone, I swear.
“So… you want me naked?” I reach behind to unclasp the bra, but wait for their reaction. It's like holding up a treat in front of three dogs who're doing their best to stick to their training, but are really, really struggling. I take the bra off before they can jump me and do it themselves. And then I have to rush getting the panties off, any illusions of teasing far gone. Just as I toss the panties aside, Poe sweeps me up in his arms and runs for the water.
A moment later, we both fall in, laughing. I emerge, sputtering and gasping as that first cold surge races through me, before I adjust to the temperature. I splash Poe for throwing me out here, then he splashes back, and then there's a war going on, with all four of us playing naked in the water like a bunch of unruly kids. The smooth sand continues way out, making this about the most perfect beach ever. That my three favorite men in the world are out here doesn't hurt either, of course.
Skinny dipping is another first that the guys have introduced me to, one of many, but it's nice. I feel so… free. Without sounding too much like a hippie, there's this sense of going back to nature about it, reconnecting in a way where it's just me and the water. And my guys, of course. The way they're jumping around and acting silly makes it hard to remember what they're like when things get dangerous. It peaks when Crank comes swimming my way on his back, with his hard dick sticking out of the water like a shark fin and him humming the Jaws theme, and then I lose it so hard I had to wade back on land so I don't drown laughing.
It's Savage's turn to scoop me off my feet. I swear, sometimes I think the guys just have this aversion to me walking anywhere if there's any possible option for them to just carry me around instead. I don't mind. Naked in the arms of one of my three favorite bikers in the world isn't a bad place to be. I run my fingertips over his chest as he carries me back to the grassy plot near the bikes. Poe throws down a big blanket, and then I'm lowered onto it and kissed.
Hard.
When Savage lets me back up, I'm breathless, my lips feel swollen, and something in the mood shifts away from playful to something a little more… predatory. With all of us naked, and all three guys in very, very obvious need for attention, I already suspect where this is going.
Poe is the next one to demand a kiss, weaving his fingers into my hair and pulling me close. With the other hand on my hip, he keeps me in place while he presses his lips on mine, his nimble tongue chasing mine around until my heart's thundering and my thighs clenching.
He literally hands me over to Crank, who captures my jaw with both hands and kisses me like his life depends on it, his soft beard tickling my face. His hard cock nudges my belly. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and start sliding my hand up and down the thick length. He moans into my mouth, a shiver racing through his whole body at my touch. I brace my other hand against his chest, feeling his breathing speed in time with mine.
And then Savage is on one side, kissing my neck and shoulder, and Poe on the other, nipping at my earlobe while his hand finds my breast and cups it so that he can trap my nipple between his clever fingers. He whispers playfully in my ear, “You were so shy earlier. Are you sure you wanna do this right out in the open?”
I disconnect long enough from Crank to throw his words back at him. “What's the worst that's going to happen if someone sees us down here? They get a little show? They'll live with that happy memory for the rest of their lives.” I giggle at his mock shocked expression.
Savage captures my other breast, and I reach a free hand for his cock. He and Crank lay me down until they're kneeling on either side of me, playing with my breasts while I stroke the both of them. Meanwhile, Poe moves down between my legs. He kisses my stomach, then my hips, then lays a trail down the outside of my thigh until he crosses over and starts back up on the inside. I spread my legs for him, opening with a confidence I wouldn't have felt a few weeks ago. But when all three of them act like being between my legs is the most amazing thing in the world, whether it's to bury their tongues or their cocks in me, it makes it pretty easy to want to let them in.
And he doesn't let me regret it. Gripping the backs of my thighs, he pushes my legs back so he has full access to my pussy, and then slides his wide, wet tongue through my folds. Flashes of pleasure surge into my core as he shows off how skilled he is. It's not long before my thighs are quivering, my belly tightening and I'm moaning so loud that if anyone's nearby, they're not going to have to come up to the cliff edges to realize that something dirty is going on down here.
And I don't care.
Crank nudges my cheek with the tip of his cock, and I turn my head to take him in, enveloping the thick head in my mouth and sucking like he's my favorite flavor of lollipop. There's the faint click of a plastic bottle being opened, and then cool liquid drips into the valley of my breasts. Like boy scouts, my bikers are always prepared. Savage presses his long cock against my chest, then grips both breasts and squeezes them around him so he can fuck the now slippery channel between them. He sure loves doing that.
And that's how it always is. Overwhelmed by sensations, as the guys touch me, kiss me, worship me all over. There are only three of them, but sometimes I swear it’s more like fifty, when all I feel are tongues, cocks, fingers, and I don't know what else. They explore all of me at once, and I always have someone to pleasure, and someone pleasuring me. They've ruined me for anything else. How could I ever possibly settle for just one after this?
They switch, and then it's Crank's thick beard teasing the insides of my thighs, while I savor Savage's flavor and Poe fucks my tits. And again and again they move, until I don't even know whose tongue or cock is where. I just close my eyes and enjoy all the sensations that overwhelm me.
Savage is the first one to sink into my pussy, and by then I'm so close to going over the edge that I almost come just from that simple act. My breasts are tingling, my core is clenching and it's like electricity is arcing over my skin anywhere they touch me, which is everywhere. And when he starts fucking me proper, I lose it, going over the edge and coming like a freight train while he fills me, over and over, with that thick cock. Even with my eyes shut, I see an explosion of light that just gets more and more intense as my whole body arches into them, as my orgasm becomes the only thing I know.
And when I finally come back to Earth, Savage is still rolling his hips firmly, driving himself into me with the steady confidence that he's got full control and he's going to keep me riding that edge until another wave takes me. As inevitable as the ocean behind him.
Poe groans as he squeezes my breasts tighter, and then hot, slippery liquid spatters my chest and throat, sliding over my skin as he marks me as his. I slip my mouth off Crank just long enough to scoop a little up with my fingers and, while looking Poe right in the eyes, suck them clean. He groans all over again, a dirty grin on his face as he rolls off me. I love being naughty for them, and they love it so much.
Crank takes a moment to switch places with Savage, who brings himself to my mouth just as Crank fills me with that monster of his. My mouth pops open as I moan, and Savage slides his cock over my tongue and into my mouth. Poe watches us with bright eyes, slowly stroking himself back to readiness. Crank’s hard length drags in and out of me, and I feel like I'm clinging to him, the fit is so tight. So full. So perfect.
Maybe I miss the signal, but as Savage pulls from my mouth, Crank lowers himself over me, then suddenly rolls us over, his cock never slipping out. And then I'm on top of him, bracing myself against the vast expanse of his muscled chest, while he puts his big hands on my ass and helps me ride him. At this angle, he slides even deeper, helped by his strong grip and gravity.
Doing this out in the open has a whole new level of wildness to it. They like to tease me about fucking me right out in the middle of the church during one of the parties, and while I don't think I'll ever do it, the fantasy never fails to get me off. This gives me some of the same feeling, like I'm on display, but not having to worry about anyone actually seeing it. It's intoxicating. Hot. It has my insides churning with heat.
And then Savage is behind me, dripping lube all over my ass and coating his cock with it until it glistens. “Is this okay?” he asks, voice husky.
We’ve played a lot with fingers back there by now, and once with a toy, but not gone all the way. I nod, ready, moaning with anticipation as Savage nudges his thickness against my tight back entrance. I arch into it, and then he pops inside, taking my breath away. I groan at the fullness. So similar to when two of them are in my pussy, but not quite the same. After giving me time to adjust, he starts to move, and I wonder why I’ve waited so long.
“You like that?” Crank asks from beneath me. “Taking us both at once?”
I nod. It’s hard to find the air to speak.
“Then get ready for three.”
A rejuvenated Poe shows up at my mouth, and then it's not long before all three of us rock together in what's become a familiar motion, a guarantee that I'm going to go over the edge with a heart-stopping intensity, an expression for how we all feel for each other.
Savage enters, Crank pulls out, and then they both slide almost out of me and push in together, just as Poe nudges his tip against my throat. My whole body clenches around the three of them. Once, twice, and then again, and again until my head drops to Savage's chest, I dig my fingers into his arms and moan deep in my throat. No one fucks me like Poe, Crank and Savage. And no one else ever will, I'm sure of it.
The orgasm jumps me this time. One moment I'm riding the high of three cocks, and the next everything goes tight as I lose control, shaking and groaning between them. I feel so full, so complete, so over the top pleasured, drowning in a white bliss that is like floating away, if I wasn't solidly anchored on three, hard, throbbing cocks.
Savage and Crank come with throaty groans, filling my pussy and ass at the same time, their dicks pulsing with each shot, warmth washing over me, inside me. I love it.
We come down together, falling apart into a pile of gasping bodies. Poe moves down and gently helps me onto my back, looking in my eyes as he slides inside. In some ways it’s extra special when I’m with only one of them. The simple missionary position means I have nothing to concentrate on but Poe as he fucks me through the last aftershocks of my orgasm. It's nice. Sometimes getting back to basics is good. The way he reaches so deep makes it obvious why it's a classic. I wrap my legs around him and my cries bounce off the cliffs as he pounds all he's got left into me. Crank and Savage watch us, slowly stroking themselves even if they're not ready for more. At least not yet.
And then Poe is there too, giving me his second shot of the day, deep, deep inside me. Without pulling out, he leans in and kisses me. How is it possible to feel so used and loved and satisfied all at the same time? I don't want this life ever to end.
And I don't ever want to go back to my old life. Even before everything went wrong, it just seems so bland and empty now. What can compare to riding with bikers, fucking on beaches and living life with them?
“I fucking loved that,” Poe murmurs, close to my ear. “Fucking love you.”
I blink, uncertain that I just heard him right. “What did you just say?”
He pushes up so he's looking down at me and grins. “I said I fucking love you.”
Heat floods me, and for once it's not sexual. At least not directly. It's a whole different heat, one that radiates safety, caring, closeness… and okay, a little bit of lust too. It's dumb that those words should mean so much, since the guys have been showing it to me almost since we met, and for every day after, it's just getting stronger.
But no one's actually said it—really said it out loud.
It has me tearing up, even though it's embarrassing and I keep telling myself that getting all blubbery over it is stupid. Poe puts a kiss on my lips, a gentle one this time. “I love knowing I can make you cry,” he says with a crooked grin. “What the fuck did I do now?”
“Everything,” I say, and pull him down into another kiss.
As soon as he lets up, Crank is there, wiping a tear away with his finger. “Fuck, baby girl, that's not news to you, right? Of course we fucking love you. I love you. Love how you don't give up. Love how you roll with danger. Love how your ass wiggles when you walk in front of me. So much to fucking love.”
And then Savage on the other side, sliding a finger tip along my collarbone. “I hope it's been clear already, but yeah, if you need to hear it, of course I fucking love you. I never imagined I'd find myself in this kind of setup, but here I am, and I can't imagine any other fuckers I'd want to share you with, because I know they love you like I do. Between the three of us, you're never gonna have to fucking worry about anything again. Ever.” And then he does the strangest thing. He looks a little insecure. “If you'll have us, that is. Fuck. We can’t force you into this life. You have to choose it. It's hard sometimes, and it's dangerous. Club members aren't exactly known to die of old age. But as long as we fucking breathe, we're gonna make sure you have everything you'll ever want, and in the end, I'd rather live hard and fast than wither away in a bland life of routines and punching a clock somewhere. Just so you understand what we're offering.”
“Offering? This is… sounding like a kind of proposal?”
“Be our old lady,” Crank says. “Like Jessica and her boys. Wear our patches, show the club who you belong to for good.”
Poe nods. “We talked about it. All three of us want it. Want you. But you need to be all in, because we don't do anything fucking halfway, and this is a commitment to the Sons as much as to us.”
It feels really sudden. Really soon. It's been what… about a month? Anyone would call me crazy to commit to anything… but it also feels so right. So perfect.
“How could I ever be anyone else's old lady after everything you guys have shown me? After all you guys have done for me? After all the ways you make me feel? Of course I will.” I wet my lips. “I love you too. All of you. Poe. Crank. Savage. Make me your old lady.”
We're still recovering from the first round of wild fucking, otherwise I think we'd fall right into another round, but I'm kissed and held and snuggled so much that it's just as good, in its own way.
And then they throw me out in the water.
But by the time we're riding home, the sun setting behind us and me clinging to Savage's broad back, well-fucked and grinning like an idiot, I feel like nothing could be more right in the world.