Chapter 10
Quinn
My eyes fluttered open as a stream of light struck my face. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Both Keith and Taven were sound asleep next to me. Taven was cuddled snugly under the blankets while Keith was spread eagle on the bed, withabsolutelyno shame. Horror streaked through me as I realized someone had just walked in. Panic welled, and quickly, I yanked the covers from Taven’s body and wrapped myself up.
As the front door shut, I rubbed my eyes, trying to force them to adjust. Standing near the door was a man who stood about six feet tall; that wasreallythe only feature I could make out. His body was covered entirely in riding gear; heeven wore a black full-face helmet. Snapping the visor up, he shouted, “I thought we had shit to do today!”
The shout caused both Keith and Taven to stir. Rubbing his eyes, Keith groaned, “That’s not till this afternoon, so fuck off.” His voice was groggy and annoyed.
The man took a few steps forward; there was a slight limp to his walk as he yanked off his helmet and set it down on a nearby chair. “Get some clothes on. I’m blind as fuck, but I can still see your pasty ass as clear as day.”
Keith snorted, “Look who’s fucking talking. You’re a fucking Disney princess, all snow white and shit.”
I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. This must be the man Amree was talking about, and she was right on all accounts. The man was literally as pale as snow but beautifully handsome at the same time. All three of these men were shockingly attractive in their own way. Keith had the rough, rugged, bad boy look down to an art. Any woman who wanted to rebel against Mommy and Daddy would have their panties soaked the moment he gave them that devilish grin. Taven was also gorgeous, thoughhehad a more classic look. He was the type of man one would expect to be on the cover of a magazine. Then there was this guy; he had a regal air. His features were sharper than the others, with a narrow jaw, high cheekbones, and high-arching brows. He was what I’d expect a mythical elf prince to look like, minus the lack of pointy ears.
Scratching his head, Keith looked at me and then back to the man. “Zane, this is Quinn.” He gestured to me. “Quinn, this is Zane.”
“Hi,” I squeaked. Why was that the only word I could seem to mutter when I was met with god-like faces?
After stretching for a moment, Keith got out of bed, and Zane shook his head in exasperation. “Would you put your junk away?”
“What are you worried about? You can’t even see it.”
“I know, it’s fucking tiny.”
This time, I couldn’t control the laugh that burst out. Keith scowled at me, and quickly I regretted it. “You think I have a tiny dick? You seemed pretty happy with it last night.” With a wink, he reached down and gathered his clothing. After a few moments, he threw something at Taven. “Wake up, fucker.”
He groaned but sat up. Zane tilted his head. “You three must have had a wild night.”
Keith shrugged as he walked past him to the bar. “We fucked, got drunk, then passed out. Now we’re up. And you suck.” Pulling out a bottle of orange juice, he slammed it onto the bar and pulled out a red plastic cup. After a few long swallows, he said, “We need to roll out by twelve.”
Zane didn’t say anything in response; he only shrugged out of his riding jacket and placed it onto a chair before heading into the diamond room. Keith rubbed his chin as he watched his friend and motioned for me to come to him.
Looking around, I tried to find my clothing. After sex, we walked around naked as we drank. There must have been some point when I put my clothing somewhere. Grabbing the blanket from Taven, I wrapped it around myself and walked to the bar. Keith leaned over. “You should show our friend a good time.”
I frowned at him. “Look, it’s been fun messing around with you two, but I’m not just some toy to be handed around your entire club.”
Keith grinned widely while sucking in a breath through his teeth. “Kitty does have claws.” Slouching on the bar, he looked me in the eyes. “He would be the last one. I’m way too stingy to share with anyone else. Besides, don’t women fantasize about having multiple outlaw bikers obsess over them? Isn’t that what you all read about in those smutty romance novels?”
Giving him an annoyed look, I crossed my arms. “I hardly think you all are obsessed.”
“How do you know? I might be. I might just be some sick, psychopathic maniac who has a shrine built to you in my closet.”
Thankfully, I knew he was kidding, orat leastI hoped he was.
Keith walked around the bar and placed his hand on my hip. “Are you worried we will just hit it and quit it? Don’t worry, girly, you are way too much fun for that. I plan on keeping you around for a long time.” He slid his hand between the blanket until it found my pussy. Licking his lips, he ran a finger along my slit to rub my clit. His lips fell to mine.
As we kissed, he began forcing me to walk backward until my back hit a wall, and then another finger filled my hole. I moaned slightly, closing my eyes, enjoying the hell out of what he was doing to me. After I let out another moan, he pulled back and smiled. “You should really go see my boy.” He pulled open the diamond door and practically shoved me inside, slamming the door shut.
“Really?” I shouted. Huffing, I looked around the room. That Zane guy was sitting at the end of the wooden table.
Tilting his head up to me, he raised an eyebrow. “You do know this is the diamond room, right? Civilians aren’t supposed to be in here.”
Scowling, I nodded towards the door. “Tell him that.”
Rolling his eyes, Zane dumped some white powder onto the mirror and separated it into three lines. Cocaine! What the fuck did I get myself into?
He looked up at me as if sensing where my gaze was, and I finally noticed his eyes. They were a pinkish-red color. Utterly mesmerizing. “Want a bump?”
I shook my head. “I’m not really into that stuff. I eat weed edibles from time to time, but even that lays me flat on my ass.”
He snorted, pulling out a small glass tube. “Well, this won’t put you on your ass, I guarantee that. After this, I’m done with it for a while. I don’t want to get hooked. I only do it because I fucked up my kneeandthose shits at the doctor’s office won’t give me anything stronger than ibuprofen.”
Wrapping my arms around myself, I nodded, sitting on a chair.
“Did Keith send you in here?”
I nodded again.
“Let me guess, he told you to come in here and fuck me?”
“Apparently.”
Zane laughed, “I swear Keith has this dominance kink. He will try to push you as far as you let him. Just march out there and tell him to cut his shit. He’ll back down.”
Sighing, I let my elbow rest on the table, propping my head up with my hand. “This entire ordeal is weirding me out, honestly. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I’ve never met guys like you. I’ve only ever met men who would flip their shit if I slept with someone that wasn’t them.”
Slowly, Zane leaned over and snorted up one of the lines. Shaking his head, he rubbed his nose and let out asmallcough. It took him a second before he looked at me again. “Keith and Taven have been friends since they were in diapers. They always share women.”
I began to wonder if there was more going on between the two men than meets the eye. Deciding not to reveal my thoughts, I asked, “And they share with you?”
He shook his head. “Not really. I’m guessing he pushed you in here because I broke up with my girlfriend last week.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks. “So, I’m a rebound.”
Pressing his lips firmly together, he forced his features into one of those exaggerated frowns—the sort that was meant to say, “Bingo, you win a prize, though it’s not the type of prize you were hoping for.”
Instead of letting my anger out, I focused on his dimples. They were so adorable.
Glancing at the door, I contemplated what my next move should be. Did I want to leave? Zane made it pretty clear that Keith wouldn’t be upset. I had already slept with both men the first night I met them, so what was one more? This whole crazy situation was doinga goodjob of keeping Luke at the back of my mind. Why did I have to think about these guys like they were using me? What if I used them? Why couldn’t the roles be reversed? Why couldn’t I have casual sex with three stupidly sexy men for a while, then bail when I was ready to find something more? Granted, it wasn’t a story I’d want to share at a family reunion, but it would be one hell of a memory.
Getting up from the chair, I let the blanket slide from my body. “Let’s have a rebound.