Chapter 26 Dakota
DAKOTA
“Relax, you look great,” Jackal says as he takes my arm to lead me to the church, where I’m about to attend my first biker party.
Bonnie refused to tell me anything before she sat down to keep an eye on Anne and Logan for their first (mostly) solo night.
All she said was that it might get a little wild.
Which doesn’t sound so bad until I remember that she was the club president’s old lady for many years and runs a social gun club for fun.
So it could really be anything.
I dressed cute, just in case, so I’m glad the guys seem to appreciate it.
I’m wearing a skirt for the first time in forever, and I re-did my nails in a dark, sparkly gunmetal black.
I’ve left my hair down, free to flow over my shoulders in a way I never can at work.
Then a hint of perfume, a cute powder blue V-neck sweater and ankle boots.
I’ve heard they have big parties at least once a week, and it’s not uncommon to have smaller ones happen spontaneously, but for me, this is the first dress up party I’ve been to in years. It feels like our first date.
The front doors to the church are wide open, blasting driving rock music for all the neighbors. Even in November, the cool outside air has no chance against the radiating heat of a fully packed church. Not that this is like any service this church has ever seen, I’m pretty sure of that.
Lash takes the lead, plowing a path up the steps and through the main doors.
I take everything in, shocked by the spectacle.
Most of the church has been torn out, but there are some old wooden pews pushed to the sides.
Tables, chairs and couches have been added to give people places to hang out.
The altar has a girl with blue hair sitting on it, and there’s a bar behind.
A massive wooden chair sits at the back, and where the cross would usually hang, there’s a banner with the club logo hanging below a solitary leather vest. Others dot the wall to the sides, but whoever that vest belonged to, it clearly stands alone.
From what little I know, I bet it’s General’s.
As we push through to get drinks, two bikers are in the middle of an argument. One shoves the other, and I jump behind Stiff, expecting a fight to break out, but after trading insults, they go back to glaring at each other.
“Guy on the right with the long hair is Hellfire, our president. The other one is Grimm, he was tight with Hellfire a while ago but shit went down and they didn’t talk for years.
Now Grimm’s back and we’re all stuck waiting to see if they kiss and make up or kill each other.
” Stiff shrugs with a little smirk. “It’s fucking complicated.
Usually they tolerate each other, but get them drinking for a bit and… well, things get stabby.”
Grimm snarls at Hellfire. “You know what? I don’t have to fucking sit here and listen to this bullshit.” He pushes away from the bar and takes his glass with him. We step out of the way, not wanting to get caught in his bad mood.
I’m starting to see what Bonnie meant about biker drama.
The girl with the blue hair hops down from the altar and runs her hand up Hellfire’s arm. He looks down at her and nods. Then he notices us watching. “I’m not putting on a fucking show here, boys. Any news I need to know about or you gonna let me fuck in peace?”
Jackal looks like he considers saying something but then shakes his head. “Nothing that can’t wait.”
“Good, now fuck off.”
“Message received, loud and clear,” Lash says with a little salute as we walk away.
We grab beer from the baptismal font filled with ice.
The atmosphere is like a movie. Wild, irreverent partying under high church ceilings, with stained glass saints staring down at what would be called an orgy in at least twenty-three states.
A different girl with long black hair hops up on the altar and starts to sway.
She motions to another girl to join her, and they start peeling off their clothes while dancing sinuously to the music.
The girl with black hair spots us. “Lash! Are we playing tonight?”
I feel a possessive twinge of jealousy immediately. Doesn’t she see he’s with me?
Lash laughs. “Sorry Blaze, busy tonight. My tongue has been reserved.” He flicks it out to show it off.
The way her face falls is almost comical.
“What? Seriously? The loss will be felt by the whole slut community! Or not felt, I guess.” She laughs as her eyes find me between them.
“You just won the lottery, girl! Congratulations!” Then she swings elegantly around and locks lips with the other woman, a platinum blonde with curves for days.
I dig my fingers into Lash’s arm a little harder than I mean to.
I’ve known this whole time that they’re very open and relaxed about sex, but it feels weird to know I might have to hear about it.
I talked about a lot with Bonnie, but not about if bikers are faithful. Or what they even think that means.
Lash laughs. “Shit, I can feel that from here. Jealousy’s kinda hot, but we’re off the market until you tell us otherwise.”
And then he sweeps me right up in his strong arms and I find myself looking right into his twinkling green eyes while my toes dangle in the air. Right before he devours me with a kiss, Blaze cheers. “Get it, new girl!”
I want the floor to swallow me up, but that doesn’t mean I don’t kiss him back.
He carries me over to one of the couches, and drops into it with me sideways across his lap.
I cling to him while I look around to observe.
The packed church is warm, the scent of leather heavy on the air.
I haven’t exactly had much time to go out the last four years, but I did have a boyfriend back in the dark ages that loved to drag me to heavy metal shows.
The smell and vibe are similar. Big guys, all with their distinct looks, but also just about all of them are wearing their cuts, proudly displaying the Outlaw Sons MC logo on their backs.
“So, the sluts are girls who are around here a lot?” I ask. Don’t be jealous, don’t be jealous, I chant in my head.
Jackal sits on the arm of the couch. “Yeah. It’s not an official role, but they get more privileges than most guests, and they have the protection of the club.”
“In exchange for sex.”
He shrugs. “That’s a very cynical way of looking at it, but it’s not completely wrong.
They’re free to come and go, and anyone who tries to force anything would find out very quickly it’s not tolerated, but they’re not members.
If they don’t serve a purpose at the club, they don’t get to live here for nothing. ”
“Someone needs to tell Grimm that,” Stiff grumbles as he sits down next to us on the other side from Jackal.
Watching the women on the altar seems to give Jackal ideas.
He pulls me out of Lash’s lap and into the couch across from him, settling me across his lap instead.
He explores me with his hands, one sliding up my leg under my skirt, settling on my lower thigh—for now—and the other one holding me against him, on my side, but so close to my bra that the top of his thumb rubs against the bottom of my breast. Nothing overt, but a declaration of possession, and in this environment, I like that he’s claiming me. Declaring himself mine.
He captures my chin and turns me to him.
His golden irises are lust-darkened and looking right into me.
“You’re hot when you’re possessive. But Blaze is nice, so don’t go at her claws out, alright?
It’s not a competition.” As he releases me, he traces his finger down my throat to the top of my V-neck, and then lets it drag through the valley of my cleavage and I swear his finger is leaving sparks.
“Though, if you want to make it obvious that you’re staking a claim, I wouldn’t argue.
I’m starting to feel like a third wheel. ”
The crowd parts for just a moment, just in time to see a pair of panties getting launched our way from the altar.
A biker snatches them out of the air, and then the movement of the party closes the gap again.
I didn’t miss the blonde bare-ass naked, and kneeling on the altar rubbing her hands over the bulges in the jeans of two guys in front of her, though.
I’m quickly grasping that the word reservation goes right out the window here.
Followed immediately by shyness, embarrassment…
and a little more gradually, clothes. It’s not long before I see the first bare boob, and then there’s loud moaning from a different couch group.
There's a purple haired girl in glittery makeup riding one and enthusiastically sucking another. Right out in the open.
Okay, now I think it qualifies as an orgy in all fifty states and outlying territories.
Is it weird that it’s both relaxing and exciting? I’m not ready to mess around right here in the middle of everything, at least not like that, but… maybe somewhere else? I test the waters by putting my arm around Jackal’s neck and kissing the corner of his mouth.
He grins. “Getting ideas?”
“Maybe.”
Jackal slides a hand under my sweater. He turns his head so his mouth is by my ear. “Your tits look fucking amazing in that sweater. It’s driving me crazy,” he murmurs. His finger finds where my nipple is nudging at the fabric of my bra and traces little circles around it.
I bury my face in his chest. “A little public, isn’t it?”
“That’s part of the fun.”
A hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt.
It takes a moment to realize that it’s not Jackal, since he’s already got two hands on me.
Snapping my head around, I find Lash next to us, his hand gradually making its way higher and higher.
We’re right out in the open, which has my adrenaline surging like a power spike, but honestly, I could peel all my clothes off and take on all three guys at once, and we still wouldn’t stick out here.
All three at once. Now that’s a thought.
But not right out here in the open, though.
Not yet, at least. Lash reaches high enough that his fingers brush my panties, and probably flashes them to anyone who’s paying attention, and Jackal kisses my neck while he manipulates my nipple between his agile fingers, it’s time to say something before I get ravaged right here on this couch.
“I know we haven’t been here long, but… is there somewhere we can go?” I ask.
The guys look at each other, a moment of silent communication. “You bet your fucking ass,” Jackal says.