Chapter 4 Revenant
BECCA WAS FUCKING brEATHTAKING. So beautiful and wild and sexy that I wanted to take her straight to my room at the clubhouse and lock the door, keeping her in my bed the whole night. I probably would after this.
She looked too damn good not to eat.
But if Diesel had his way, he’d be the one to taste her first. I wouldn’t mind. I was too fucking eager to get my cock in her pretty mouth to worry about that.
And Void? He could fuck off.
I was sick of his bullshit. He wanted her but refused to act on it. Instead, he chose to watch her obsessively, invade her privacy, and then get pissed when she found out. Void had issues, and he needed to sort them out before Becca shut him out and he lost her.
Me? I wasn’t willing to take that chance.
Neither was Diesel.
When I walked into the clubhouse with Becca, every fucking member in the club noticed. She was a princess, protected, loved, but also desired. Most of the brothers would jump at the chance to be with her without hesitation. But Hades forbade it.
The club president had made it clear that no one touched or fucked with Becca. It had been that way since she was in high school. And after, when she was in college, we were told to give her space.
Now, six months after she graduated, we were no longer on a leash. Hades didn’t have to say a word; he just opened the invitation for Becca to come to the clubhouse to party. But this time, he didn’t tell anyone to guard her all night.
Diesel was already sitting at the bar, his body angled toward the door. I knew he was waiting for Becca. He didn’t hide the fact that he wanted her as badly as I did. I hadn’t seen him fuck any of the club bunnies recently either.
Neither had I.
A club girl wandered too close, and he told her to get lost as he slid from the stool and sauntered in our direction.
My arm wrapped around Becca’s shoulders to let these other fuckers know she was taken.
We hadn’t made it official yet, but I knew Diesel would claim her, and he didn’t mind sharing her with me either.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted Becca, wasting zero time as he gripped her jaw, lowered his head, and kissed her.
She wasn’t making it to the bar.
I watched their tongues collide, instantly turned on by the way she deepened the kiss, reaching for his shirt as she gripped the material. “Your room or mine?” I asked, giving both of them a chance to answer how they wanted.
“Mine,” Diesel growled. “Becca?”
“Yours,” she agreed before her hand found mine, tethering our fingers.
She’d never done that before, and I silently celebrated her unspoken communication. She wanted us just as much.
Void stood at the bar, tossing back a shot of whiskey as he glared at us.
Becca noticed. She lifted her chin and ignored him, letting us lead her out of the bar toward the stairs. We took them up to Diesel’s room. As he unlocked the door, opening it wide, Void joined us.
“Becca,” he choked, like he regretted pissing her off and probably needed to grovel.
“You can stay.”
He blinked. “I can?”
“Only to watch,” she clarified.
He didn’t argue. “Okay.”
Fuck me. This was gonna be fucking hot.
Three of us entered the room, and Diesel shut the door, turning the lock. His hungry gaze found Becca.
Void walked to the chair closest to the bed and sat down, leaning his elbows on his knees. He was a voyeur, and he fit right in because Diesel and I enjoyed sharing women and watching each other fuck them. It turned us on.
No, we didn’t want dick. Didn’t swing that way. I was positive that Void felt the same. But when you watched a woman flush with pleasure, it reached something primal inside and made your cock take notice.
Becca backed toward the bed, crooking her finger at Diesel and me. “I want kissed, devoured, and worshipped. Tell me if you’ve got the stamina to handle me.”
Goddamn. My dick twitched in my jeans. “Hell yeah.”
Diesel ripped off his shirt, tossing it aside as he stood in front of her. “Baby, I think you know how badly I want to devour you.”
She smiled. “Then show me.”
He dropped to his knees, sliding his hands underneath her skirt and over Becca’s skin, skimming her legs until he reached her center. “Naughty girl. You’re already wet and aching, aren’t you?”
“You going to use that tongue I’ve heard so much about for licking my pussy or talking?”
Dirty talk must turn her on. I’d remember that.
“How do I take this off, princess? I don’t want to rip it.”
“Right here.” She showed him how to unfasten it.
He pulled the fabric away from her body, tossing it to Void, who caught it, draping it across his lap. He was so engrossed, he didn’t blink.
I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my boots, watching Becca and Diesel the entire time.
He had his nose pressed to her pussy, inhaling the arousal he must have smelled as he tugged on the thin strip of black covering her.
I heard the fabric rip as he snatched it from her, snapping before he shoved the thong into his jeans pocket.
Diesel slowly lifted one of her legs, his hands steady on her hips, and placed it over one shoulder. “I bet you taste better than I imagined.”
“Has that been often?”
“Every damn night,” he growled.
Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as she caught my gaze. “Come on, Rev.”
I joined them, lowering my head to pepper kisses along her jaw, biting and nipping at her neck while Diesel teased her, lightly grazing her clit. I fisted her hair, holding her head in place as I stared at her.
Without warning, Diesel stuck out his tongue and plunged it inside her, using his fingers to keep her open and accessible.
A gasp left Becca’s lips, and I swallowed it as I crashed my mouth to hers.
She met my thrust with her tongue as her hips rocked against Diesel’s face.
He groaned, eating her out as little cries of pleasure left her lips.
I turned my focus to her breasts, freeing them from the corset as I began untying the ribbons and unsnapping some of the buckles.
My tongue laved at the closest peak, drawing her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled, drawing it into my mouth as it puckered. I turned the same attention to the other breast until both nipples were sharp points.
Diesel leaned back and licked his lips. “Get her on the bed.”
I picked her up and lowered her to the mattress, watching as Diesel tugged her to the edge and unsnapped his jeans, drawing the zipper down. He freed his cock, stroked a few times, and then reached for a condom.
As he moved between her thighs, I could see the slick wetness of her pussy. She was exposed, turned on, and writhing, begging us to continue.
“Gonna fuck you good, princess. Cry out my name when you come.”
A moan escaped her lips as he lined up, pushed her knees up and legs wide, and thrust inside her. The sound she made went straight to my cock. I couldn’t wait another second.
My jeans hit the floor, and I climbed on the bed, straddling her chest as I blocked her view of Diesel. He was fucking her hard, ramming his cock deep. Her tits bounced with every single snap of his hips.
Becca eyed the monster I palmed, running my hand up and down my shaft. “You. Wow.”
“All for you, baby,” I announced. “Open that pretty mouth.”
She obeyed, barely swallowing before I pushed between her lips. So fucking warm. Like heaven.
“How’s her pussy, Diesel?”
“So fucking tight,” he grunted. “You need to fuck her next.”
Oh, I would.
I began to move, rocking my hips as I went deeper, nearly hitting the back of her throat.
Becca choked, but she was okay. Her hand lifted, and she smacked my ass. Guess that meant she wanted it a little rough and wild. No problem.
I chuckled. “Want me to use you like the dirty little cock whore you are?”
She moaned around me, trying to nod.
I lowered my body, hands flat on the mattress as I began thrusting, picking up the pace as I stroked across her tongue, feeling her lips stretch wide to fit around my girth. “Touch your clit. Play with yourself while we fuck, baby.”
She was a perfect match for us. Receiving and giving pleasure. As her hand wrapped around my dick, she also reached between her legs, barely able to rub her clit. Her body responded to us with equal enthusiasm. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not with her taking me so well.
“I’m going to fill that pretty throat. Swallow all of it.”
Her eyes were glazed, and I knew she wanted it. Craved it.
“Fuck,” Diesel cursed. “Come, Becca. Tighten this pussy and squeeze my cock.”
All three of us lasted about another minute before we came within seconds of one another. I spilled into her throat as Diesel growled her name.
Becca swallowed my load, her eyes fluttering as I backed away.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Void had released his cock and joined us, spilling into his hand. Maybe he’d get the chance to fuck Becca soon, but not before me.
As it turned out, we all came a few times during the night. Diesel got a turn in her pussy and her mouth, same as me. By the time we all fell asleep, it was late.
Becca draped over Diesel’s chest, resting on her stomach. I was pressed close to her back, my groin against her ass. I had my hand on her hip. Void fell asleep in the chair.
I couldn’t remember ever sleeping this fucking good.
I DIDN’T SEE OR HEAR from Becca for two days after she left the clubhouse. She kissed me and Diesel again late in the morning, after we all got off, before she left for work. I wasn’t worried. She would come around when she was ready.
If she needed time to process what she wanted or what it meant to her, I could give her that.
To keep busy, I took on extra clients at the tattoo parlor that I owned.
The business put food on the table, but it was also my passion.
I had built this place from scratch, blood, and sweat.
Now, I was the only place people wanted ink in Ohio.
The other artists I hired were just as talented, and we had a full schedule.
The bell above the shop door dinged, and I looked up from where my bay faced the front entrance. I liked to be able to see what was happening and step in if there was trouble, which didn’t happen often.
I recognized the customer who entered and stood with a smile. “Hey, Diablo.”
The Graven Bastard member was a close friend of our club. Hell, his whole chapter was brothers I trusted and felt kinship with. I knew Hades, Grave, and Diesel felt the same.
“Didn’t see you the other night,” he began, striding toward me. “No Diesel or Void either.”
“We were busy,” I laughed. “How ya been?”
He slapped my back in greeting. “Good. Gina wanted me to say hello before I left for Nevada.”
“Glad you did.” I ticked my chin toward the exit. “Want to grab a beer?”
“Sure.”
On our way out, I nearly bumped into Becca. Surprised, I didn’t say a word as she walked up to us.
“Hey, Diablo.”
“How are you, Becca?” He gave her a one-armed hug. “Still runnin’ wild?”
“Eh, there’s a guy or two trying to pin me down.”
He chuckled. “Like this guy?” He gripped my shoulder. “Rain check on that beer?”
“Yeah.”
“No problem. Later, brother.”
As he walked away, I focused on Becca. “Hey, B. B.”
She had to look up to stare into my eyes. Becca wasn’t short, but she was still half a foot less than my six-foot-four height. “Thought I could get some new ink today.”
“Yeah?”
“You got time?”
“For you? Always.”