Chapter 3
BONNIE
Titan moves before I can process what’s happening.
One second I’m on Ash’s lap, the next I’m hoisted over Titan’s shoulder like a sack of grain. Blood rushes to my head as the world tilts sideways.
“Jesus Christ, Titan!” I smack his back, but he’s already walking toward the door.
“What? You said you wanted us.” His hand stays firm on the back of my thighs. “I’m just helping move things along.”
Ash is suddenly beside us, shaking his head but grinning. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but I’m the idiot carrying her out of here.” Titan adjusts me on his shoulder. “You coming or what?”
Ghost’s already at the door, holding it open. He looks at me dangling upside down, and I swear I catch the hint of a smirk before his expression goes neutral again.
“Can you please put me down?” I ask, though I’m laughing now despite myself.
“Nope.” Titan carries me straight through the door into the night air.
The blonde waitress calls something after us, but none of them even turn around. Ghost tosses cash on a table near the exit without breaking stride.
Outside, Titan finally sets me on my feet. I’m dizzy from being upside down and have to grab his arm to steady myself.
“You’re insane,” I tell him.
The night air hits my face and clears some of the whiskey fog. Stars scatter across the sky above the parking lot where our bikes sit waiting.
“Probably.” He grins down at me. “You good to ride?”
The whiskey’s still buzzing through my system, but the adrenaline has cleared most of the fog. “I can handle my bike.”
“You’re drunk,” Titan corrects. “And none of us are letting you ride like this.”
“So what, I just leave my bike here?”
“I’ll have one of the prospects pick it up tomorrow,” Ash says. “They’ll drop it at the clubhouse.”
I want to argue, but he’s right. The whiskey’s still fuzzing the edges of everything, and the last thing I need is to wrap my Softail around a tree.
“Fine. Where are we going?” I ask, straightening my jacket.
“The cabin.” Ghost’s already on his bike. “It’s secure.”
The cabin. I’ve heard about it but never been there. The place where they go when they need to plan operations out of sight.
Ash swings onto his Dyna and holds out his hand.
I take it, sliding onto the seat behind him.
My arms lock around his waist, and even through his jacket, I feel the heat of him, the hard lines of muscle shifting as he settles the bike.
The vibration hums up through me, into the places already aching for him.
Titan and Ghost flank us as we pull out of the parking lot. The rumble of three engines fills the night, and I press closer to Ash’s back as we hit the highway.
The ride sobers me up fast. Wind whips through my hair, cold enough to make my eyes water, and every turn forces me to grip tighter.
Twenty minutes pass in a blur of asphalt and engine roar before we turn onto a dirt road that cuts through thick forest. Branches reach overhead, blocking out the stars. The bikes slow as the road narrows, gravel crunching under tires. Then the trees open up, and there it is.
The cabin sits in a clearing that’s bigger than I expected. Two stories, wraparound porch, windows that probably look out on the forest in every direction.
We kill our engines, and silence rushes in. Just wind through trees and night sounds, crickets, and distant owl calls.
“We built it five years ago,” Titan says, dismounting. “When we needed somewhere off the grid.”
Ghost heads for the door, pulling keys from his pocket. “Reinforced walls. Soundproofing. Solar panels on the roof with battery backup.”
I follow them up the porch steps, boots loud on wood. Ghost unlocks the door and flips a switch inside. Lights flood the interior, and I stop in the doorway.
It’s not what I expected. Not some bare-bones hideout, but an actual home. Open floor plan with a kitchen to the left, a living area straight ahead with a massive stone fireplace, and a hallway to the right that probably leads to bedrooms.
“How often do you come here?” I step inside, and the door closes behind me with a solid thunk.
“Often enough.” Ash moves past me toward the kitchen. “Beer’s in the fridge if anyone wants one.”
“I’ll take water.” My mouth is dry from the ride, and the whiskey is sitting uneasily in my stomach.
Titan heads down the hallway. I hear a door open, light spilling out. “Bedroom’s back here.”
My heart kicks into a higher gear. This is happening. This is really happening.
Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. “You can still change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
“You should know what you’re getting into.” His voice is quiet. “We’re not going to treat you like you’re breakable.”
“Good.” I meet his eyes. “I don’t want to be treated like I’m breakable.”
Ash returns with a glass of water and hands it to me. Our fingers brush, and electricity shoots up my arm. I drink half the glass, needing something to do with my hands. The water helps clear my head, but does nothing for the nerves jumping under my skin.
This afternoon, I was given up to a man I didn’t want. Tonight I’m standing in a cabin with three men I’ve wanted for years, about to cross a line there’s no coming back from.
Titan reappears in the doorway to the hallway. The look on his face makes my stomach flip. “You coming, princess?” His voice has dropped an octave. “Or are you gonna make us wait all night?”
I set down the water glass. My hands are shaking slightly.
I walk toward the hallway, and Titan steps aside to let me pass.
The bedroom is at the end of the hall, the door open and warm light spilling out.
The king-size bed dominates the space, covered in dark sheets that look soft.
Windows on two walls, curtains drawn. A dresser, a chair in the corner, nothing fancy but clean and comfortable.
I turn to find all three of them in the doorway, filling it with their presence.
Ash speaks first. “Last chance to back out.”
I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head in one smooth motion. Let it drop to the floor. “I’m not backing out.”
My bra, the one I threw on without thinking this morning, hugs my chest. My pulse is a drumbeat in my throat, and I’m not sure if it’s the whiskey or the way they’re looking at me. They tower over me, three mountains of want, and my five-foot-four frame feels tiny.
Ash steps closer, his boots heavy on the floor, and those dark eyes pin me in place. The green in them is gone, eaten up by black, hungry pupils.
I move, rising onto my tiptoes, my hands reaching for Ash first. My fingers curl into his cut, pulling him down, and his lips crash into mine. His mouth is hot, tasting of whiskey and sin, his tongue sweeping against mine like he’s been starving for this.
I’m stretched up, calves straining, and he bends lower, one hand cupping my jaw, the other gripping my hip, anchoring me to him. My head spins, but I break away, breathless, turning to Ghost.
He’s already leaning down, meeting me halfway, his lips softer but no less brutal. I’m up on my toes again, my hands fisting his shirt, and he kisses me like he’s memorizing every inch of my mouth, his breath hitching when I bite his lower lip.
My heart’s pounding as I pull back, and then Titan’s there, his grin wicked as he ducks to close the gap. His kiss is all heat and chaos, teeth grazing my lip, tongue diving deep, and I’m practically climbing him, my fingers digging into his massive shoulders to keep my balance.
I drop back to my heels, chest heaving, lips swollen and tingling. Their eyes are locked on me, dark and wild, and the air’s so thick I can barely breathe.
Ash’s voice cuts through, rough as the gravel outside Rusty’s. “This is your night, Bonnie,” he says, stepping closer, his height forcing me to tilt my head back. “You’re calling the shots. Tell us how you want it to start.”
I lick my lips, tasting the faint burn of liquor, and let the words tumble out. “I’ve always wondered what your cocks look like,” I say, and the heat in my cheeks doesn’t stop me. “What they feel like…in my hands, in my mouth.”
Titan lets out a low whistle, his grin sharp and dangerous, like he’s about to eat me alive. “Fuck, princess. You don’t hold back, do you?”
Ghost’s chest heaves just a fraction. “Say it again,” he says.
“I want to taste you,” I repeat, stepping forward, my boots scuffing the floor. “All of you.”
Ash’s jaw tightens, and he glances at the others in a quick, silent check-in. Then his eyes are back on me. “Get on your knees,” he says. “Show us how you’ll take it.”
My knees hit the floor before I can overthink it. They move closer, forming a half-circle around me. Ash is first, unbuckling his belt, the metal clinking in the quiet.
His jeans slide low, and there he is. Thick, hard, and straining toward me. My breath catches, but I don’t hesitate. I reach for him, my fingers wrapping around the hot, velvet length.
“Fuck, Bonnie,” he mutters, his hand hovering near my hair.
I lean in, lips brushing the tip, tasting salt and heat.
My tongue swirls, and then I take him deeper.
My hands don’t stay idle—I reach for Ghost on my left, fingers finding him already hard through his jeans.
He unzips, freeing himself, and I stroke him.
Titan’s next, his cock heavy in my other hand, and I’m surrounded.
I pull back from Ash, a string of spit connecting us, and turn to Ghost. His dark eyes burn into mine as I take him in, his length longer, smoother, hitting the back of my throat.
He’s still, so still. I work him with my mouth, sloppy and eager, while my hands keep Ash and Titan going, their groans mixing into a low, primal chorus.