Chapter 3
Quinn
Outside, just past a group of smokers, I noticed two motorcycles parked up front. I recognized one of them. It looked a lot like the white and black Harley that sped recklessly past me earlier. Taking a sip of my drink, I chuckled. Cameron would be so jealous if I hooked up with the biker he had been eyeballing.
As that thought crossed my mind, I swallowed hard. Why would I ever be thinking about hooking up with anybody? Finishing off my drink, I turned on my heels to order another Long Island Iced Tea at the bar. New drink in hand, I went outside again.
Maybe it would be best to contact Camer on. Being alone at a bar seemed pathetic. As long as he didn’t bring up that cop, we could let loose and have some fun for once. Just as I pulled my phone from my purse, it slipped from my hands and clattered onto the sidewalk. I bent down to pick it up and felt something slap my ass hard. Rage boiled up within me; I snapped upright and spun around to face the pervert—a short, fat man swaying from side to side with a large, toothy grin.
I was about to give him a piece of my mind when someone beat me to it. He gripped the ass by his shirt collar and pulled him close. “Apologize to the lady,” hissed the man who came to my rescue.
The short pervert gave the guy holding him a once over, then looked at the man’s companion and started trembling. They were both tall, muscular, heavily tattooed, and wearing biker vests.
“S-sorry.”
Before I could respond, the guy was pushed to the ground and fell flat on his face. I gave my rescuer another once over. He was about six foot two or so. Ghost and skull tats covered his neck and dipped down into his shirt. On his ridiculously handsome face, near the corner of his right jade-green eye, he sported a single diamond with a one percent symbol. His lips were full, his nose was perfectly straight, and a small cleft creased his chin. His head was completely shaved except for the top, where his sandy blond hair swooped back neatly. On one of his bare arms, he had gothic pin-up girls in various sexy poses, and on the other was a mix of evil clowns and horny women.
His companion was also covered in tattoos, but his dark brown skin made it harder to see the details in such poor lighting. Nevertheless, I could make out the same diamond on his face clear as day. This man was also stupidly sexy. He was roughly six feet with full lips, high cheekbones, a narrow jaw, warm brown eyes, and a similar haircut as his friend. Except the hair was braided back in several little locs.
“He didn’t make you spill your drink, did he?” asked the white guy.
I shook my head before taking a long swallow, not knowing what to say. Did I want to thank him for intervening? Honestly, I could have taken care of the situation myself. I didn’t really need his help. Still, it seemed like a good opportunity to speak to them. Considering how hot they were, I could almost see myself jammed between them. The thought caused my face to heat, and I looked back down at my drink. Was it the alcohol making me think this? It was pretty stout; if I had one more, I would surely be more than a little tipsy. Blinking, I looked at the two men.
“Thank you,” I murmured shyly to the man who spoke. “I’m Quinn.”
He smiled. “Keith. And this asshole next to me is Taven.” He nodded to his companion as he shook my hand. I turned to the other man, who gave me a firm handshake with a smile.
Keith ran his hand through his hair, giving me a once-over. “Where are your friends?”
I chewed on my lower lip. How did I respond? Was it safe to admit that I was here alone? These two men looked dangerous, but goddamn, they were sexy. Sober me would have come up with some sort of lie and then called Camer on. Slightly intoxicated me really wanted to have some fun.
Finishing off my drink, I confidently lied, “My friends bailed.” I didn’t want them to know that I had purposely gone to a bar alone. That seemed lame or desperate; either way, it wasn’t cool.
“We got a place to party. It’s right down the street,” offered Taven.
Keith grinned. “Free booze.”
My mind was spinning. Naturally, I should want to turn down the invitation, but Camer on was right; I needed to get laid. Would it be so horrible to have a one-night stand? No, as long as these guys didn’t murder me afterward. They did come to my rescue; could they really be that bad?
“I’m too tipsy to drive,” I admitted, even though that wasn’t entirely true. Sure, my head was a little fuzzy, but I was still sober enough to drive myself home.
“You ever ride a motorcycle before?” asked Keith.
I glanced behind me at the two bikes parked near the curb. I had always wanted to ride on one. But how the hell was I going to do that wearing a dress?
“I don’t think my outfit is appropriate for that.”
Keith chuckled, “Chicks wear dresses on bikes all the time. And for real, it’s just down the street. Down on the corner of Lafyette a couple of blocks away.”
I nodded. “Sure, why not?” The men smiled.
Keith got on the white and black bike. Upon closer inspection, it had a ghost apparition painted on the tank. Taven’s bike was a dark red color with a ghost pirate on the gas cap. Both were Harleys. “Do you have a helmet?”
They laughed.
“We’re Outlaws. We don’t wear helmets,” Keith stated. He leaned forward, pushing his body against the tank. “Just use my shoulder to climb up.”
With wide eyes, I put my foot on a peg; it slipped, and I nearly tumbled onto him. Taven chuckled, and before I knew what was happening, he wrapped his hands tightly around my waist to lift me onto the seat. As his gentle grip slipped away, my body began to tingle. My panties were getting a little wet as I sat down.
“You can wrap your arms around me if you want, but the sissy bar should keep you in your seat. You don’treallyneed to hold on if you don’t want to.”
This man knew all the right things to say. He wasn’t being pushy; he was the perfect gentleman, allowing me to set boundaries, and I was thankful for that. It made this risky ride seem less scary. As I contemplated how I wanted to sit, I looked at his vest patches. The top one was the word Phantom. Below that was a ghost skull wearing a white and black hood. And the bottom patch said Raiders .
Phantom Raiders. That must be the name of their club.
I wanted to touch him, so I wrapped my arms tightly around his body, pressing my boobs firmly against his back. I could feel the hard definition of his abs against my palms, and it took everything I had not to reach under his black wife-beater to brush his bare skin.
I clenched my lady bits as the bike roared to life; the vibration made me hornier than I already was. Keith straightened the bike, kicked up the kickstand, and pulled onto the street. The moment he picked up speed, I instinctively clutched him tighter, afraid of slipping and falling. I could feel his stomach shake and realized he was laughing at my reaction.
The ride only lasted a few minutes, but my body tensed as he drove down the steep drive to a circular gravel parking lot and a building that looked like a warehouse. The men parked their bikes next to a green motorcycle. And before I could figure out how to properly dismount, Taven was next to me, placing his hands on my waist and helping me off the still-rumbling vehicle.
AsI stood facing a door with the same symbol as their patches, I mentally froze in disbelief.Was I really going to do this? Luke had only been gone for a year. Looking at the two men, I realized how different they were from Luke altogether. He was a gaming nerd with only one poorly done homemade tattoo of his astrological sign. These guys had thebadboy vibe down to an art. Stop it, Quinn. Luke would want you to move on.
As I watched them saunter to the front door, I decided that I was going to fuck one of them. It didn’t matter which; they were both stupidly hot. Whichever one made the first move would be getting into my pants. Or at least getting into my panties. It wasn’t as if I had to see them again. This could be my first step to moving on with my life. If roles were reversed, I’d want Luke to move on. A year of mourning was long enough. I would always miss him, but I had to live, or I’d be forever miserable.
Slowly, I followed the two men into a large room lit with black light. There was rap music playing from hidden speakers. On the wall was a giant mural of their center back patch, a large diamond with the one percent symbol, and a cityscape with a motorcycle in the foreground. There was a bar with tables and chairs, a few couches, a pool table, and a dart board. A door with the words cocks and cunts painted on it led, I assumed, to the bathroom. Spray painted on the wall was the phrase Fuck Around and Find Out in white letters. Behind the bar was another door painted with a large diamond.
My survey of the surroundings stopped short when I spotted a body with long platinum blond hair hanging nearly to the floor lying down on the couch. Their back was turned to me, but they wore the same vest and patches as the others.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
Keith looked over. “That’s Zane. He’s most likely drunk off his ass and high as fuck, which means he won’t move from that spot till about noon tomorrow.”
That was disappointing. I was willing to have sex with one of these guys but wasn’t too keen on doing the deed where some random could wake up and see it at any second. In fact, I was hoping for a not-so-open floor plan.
Taven went to the bar and hit a light switch, which lit up the area, making it much easier to see throughout the room.
Keith took my hand and led me to the counter. “Drinks are on the house tonight. Name your poison.”
I looked at their liquor selection and spotted some strawberry rum. “I’ll take a shot of that,” I requested.
Taven grinned and poured me a double. After taking a deep breath, I downed the entire thing and squinted. “What’s behind that door?”
Keith took my hand, led me to the diamond door, and winked at Taven.I feel like hemeant to do it discretely, but I noticed it all the same. Looks like I would be fucking Keith tonight.
Pushing open the door, he escorted me in and hit a light switch before closing it behind us. The room was cast in a soft red glow. “I figured this lighting would be easier on your eyes. The white light in here is a bit obnoxious.”
There was another diamond on the wall. “What does that symbol mean?” I asked, unsure what to do. I’ve never had a one-night stand, so thisentire situation was feelingincreasingly awkward.
“It means I’m a bad boy. And only bad boys are allowed in the diamond room.” His body was only inches from mine, and he ran his hand gently down my bare arm. We make exceptions for bad girls. Are you a bad girl, Quinn?”
I swallowed hard. Therealanswer was no. I had only slept with three guys in my entire life. Which was rather lame since I was thirty years old. But I had only ever had sex with guys I dated. However, I wasn’t going to admit that. Not to the beautiful man before me.
“I can be,” I whispered.
He stepped away, pulling his vest off and hanging it up gently on a coat rack near the door before pulling his wife-beater over his head, exposing more tattoos, perfect pecks, and delicious abs. He even had one of those sexy V’s that was making my pussy tingle just looking at it. He retrieved something from one of the pockets on his vest, a condom. The man came prepared.
He gripped my hand and pulled it down to his crotch, where I could feel the thick outline of his cock through his pants. “You going to let me fuck you tonight?”
Instead of replying, I began to unfasten the buckle of his belt. Once it was loose, they fell off his hips, slowly revealing his black boxer briefs. I tugged the waistband down, unleashing the beast hiding within. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting him to be thatdamnedbig. Would it even fit? Suddenly, he picked me up and planted my ass onto a long table in the center of the room. My dress was pulled from my body and tossed aside. Keith climbed onto the table, hovering above me. Thank God the wood didn’t budge. Without my notice, my bra disappeared, and he took one of my breasts in his massive hand; he leaned over and suckled the hardened nipple while his other hand drifted down to my crotch.
Hissing, he pulled back and whispered, “You’re wet as fuck.”
I moaned as he slipped his hand under my panties, caressing my folds until, finally, he slid two fingers inside. I gasped, and my gaze locked onto his.
“And tight. You sure you can handle this?” Keith asked, letting a finger rub my clit.
I nodded, and he pulled my panties off in one quick movement. I was lying on my back, fully exposed to a sexy beast of a man. Sitting up, he opened the condom. “Want to help me put it on?”
My pussy was throbbing, aching for his long length. Eagerly, I sat up and took the rubber. I glanced at it and then looked at his thick cock. Without conscious thought and to my own surprise, I took him into my mouth, swallowing it as far as I could.
He hissed, “Well shit, I ain’t mad. Suck that dick.”
Pressing my tongue firmly to the bottom of thehardshaft, I pursed my lips as tightly as I could as my head bobbed back and forth. His hand gripped my hair, and a groan slipped from his lips.
“Careful now. I want to cum in that pussy, not in your mouth.”
Taking the hint, I pulled back and gently rolled the condom over his impressive cock, keeping my eyes locked on his the entire time.
He grinned and licked his lips in anticipation. “You’re a fucking dirty girl,” he praised as he pushed me down, yanking my legs apart to fit his hips. His lips softly traced down my neck, and I felt his thumb rub my clit again, making me twitch uncontrollably. I wanted his tongue down there, but we had only just met. It was a shock that I had gone down on him. It was so out of character for me, but it felt like the right thing to do.
My thoughts had drifted, and it was a bit of a surprise to feel his cock pushing into me. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I used my feet to force him deeper. I was right; it barely fit. It hit my cervix, which caused just enough pain to make it blissful.
His strong arms were braced on either side of my head, andI watched assweat began to collect on his forehead. His eyes never left mine, and that sexy grin of his had me hypnotized. He pulled out. “Get on your hands and knees, you dirty girl.”
With a toothy grin, I did as commanded, laying my upper body down on my arms while sticking my ass up in the air. Turning my head, I looked back at him, and within seconds, he was inside again, moving faster than before. The sound of our bodies slapping together made me moan even louder. I realized there were others in this building, but I didn’t care; it felt so fucking good.
“Fuck me!” I screamed, and he moved faster and harder.
Eventually, his fingers found my clit, and a burning deep within my belly grew. That churning pressure begged to be released. He growled, and my mind went blank as the climax hit. His last few thrusts were irregular as he came. I felt him go limp, and he slid out of me.
He was panting as I rolled onto my back, gently caressing my own clit. Licking his lips, he pulled the condom off, tied the end, and tossed it into the trash can. He pulled on his pants, and suddenly, I felt vulnerable. I slid to the end of the table, searching the room for my clothing.
“Hold tight, sweetheart. Don’t move.” He opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Taven to enter the room. Keith looked at me. “My boy herewas hopingyou’d let him have a little fun. You don’t have to. No pressure, but he’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
“I’ll make you cum again. Maybe I can make you scream louder.” Taven winked, and Keith slapped him hard on the arm.
My jaw hung slightly open as I stared at them. Taven was a fine work of art, the same as Keith. He already had his shirt off, showing off a beautiful set of pecks, perfectly sculpted abs, and yetanother God damned sexy V. He was slightly thicker than Keith, who had a somewhat slender build.
Did I really want to have two men run a train on me? Why not? You only live once . It’s not like I would see these guys again, so I may as well live it up. Instead of answering directly, I slid back on the table and spread my legs.
Keith patted Taven on the shoulder. “I’ll see you two in a few seconds then.”
The man scowled but laughed, “Fuck you, bro.”
The moment the door was shut, Taven shed his pants and didn’t bother to hesitate to put on a condom. Within seconds, he was on me, pressing his body to mine. As my legs wrapped around him, I felt his lips brush my neck, and his cock slid inside of me. Like Keith, the man was massive and thick, filling my core. I couldn’t keep the moans from escaping as his thrusts turned rough while he softly kissed my neck, shoulders, and, eventually, my nipples. My back arched as his finger swiped over my throbbing clit. It was still tender, making me twitch with every motion.
“God, you feel good,” he whispered, his eyes closed. “How do you like this dick, huh?”
“It’s so good!” I squeaked, barely able to form the words as his cock hammered into me. It was good, so very fucking good. I hoped they wouldn’t try to force me to compare them. Each dick felt different; each of them moved their body in a unique way and fucking them was amazing.
“Oh my God, I’m going to cum again!” I cried. I was at the edge, just waiting for that last bit of sensation to send me over. He picked up the pace of his finger, pressing harder against my clit. His beautiful brown eyes locked onto mine, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I couldn’t hold still either. I was so close! So very close!
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he sighed through labored breaths. His skin was soaked with sweat, and his eyes filled with desire.
I wanted to tell him how hot he was, but the words wouldn’t form. It was as if my mind was mush. I had just had one amazing orgasm and was only seconds away from a second. I didn’t want to insult Keith, but second orgasms were always better than the first. It was just how my body worked. Finally, my mind went blank, and my walls pulsed; the moan that escaped my lips was more like a whine, but I couldn’t stop it. He gave a long groan as his body tensed and relaxed.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stood up straight. “You need to come around here more often,” he declared with a toothy grin.
My entire body was still shaking from pleasure. I didn’t know how long it would take to be able to move again. My world had just been rocked by two sexy ass bikers. Slowly, I slid off the table. My legs barely cooperated as I tried to stand on my own. Taven handed me my clothing, and I accepted them with a nod before he left me alone to get dressed. After getting my clothing situated, I met the men in the main part of the building.
“Want me to take you to your car? Or can I give you a ride home? Either or,” Keith offered.
“You can take me to my car,” I said, smiling slightly. I felt like I was doing a walk of shame.
He escorted me outside, and we climbed on his bike. Taven stayed behind, but I didn’t ask why. This was only a one-night stand; I wasn’t expecting him to say goodbye. When we reached my Jeep, I unlocked it and climbed in silently.
Keith pulled up next to the glass and handed me a piece of paper. “Call me tomorrow. Text me your number, and we can hang out.”
I stared at him. “You want to hang out?” I started my Jeep. “I’m not just some whore for you to play with, you know.”
He grinned. “Exactly. I like women like you. Women who aren’t afraid to take what they want. A woman who says fuck society’s rules. You wanted two dicks, so you took them. That’s hot as fuck to me. I want to see you again. I know Taven would like to see you again, too. Unfortunately, we got some shit we need to do, and we have to tend to our drunk friend, so he stayed behind.”
My cheeks flushed; they wanted to see me again.
“We can go get dinner tomorrow evening. I fucking love sushi. I bet you love it, too. Text me, and we’ll meet up.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I just met Keith, but I liked him. He just seemed to know exactly what to say to make me not feel like some cheap hooker. “Alright, I’ll text you when I get home.”
With that, he nodded and revved his bike before speeding off back towards his clubhouse.