Chapter 42 Dakota
DAKOTA
The funeral showed me what the guys would look like in suits, but it didn’t prepare me for what they would look like dressed for a wedding where we actually get to kick back and enjoy ourselves.
They look amazing, all three of them. I found a very pretty dress in pretty lilac and black undertones that flares out when I twirl.
It feels a little silly and girlish, but I love that.
And the guys all have matching waistcoats for their tailored suits.
When you’re built like three brick outhouses, finding suits off the rack is not an easy task, and they all decided that if they were going to do this thing, then they might as well do it “fucking right,” as Jackal said.
And in case anyone is wondering at all, I wasn’t wrong about my prediction that Lash would be the most drooled over person at the whole wedding, though he ended up having to share the position with Jackal and Stiff because I convinced him to ask if they could come as well.
It got a resounding yes from Eric, who didn’t have much family to show and was happy to add to his list if it meant seeing his brother.
And when the other wedding guests started to realize that not only are all three spoken for, but they’re all together with little old me…
well, maybe the boys have managed to make a little bit of an exhibitionist out of me, since I’m rather enjoying it.
I can live with some death glares when it’s on the arms of the sexiest bikers on the planet.
Eric and his fiancée Camila chose not to have formal wedding parties, but we were seated at the family and close friends table. I think the organizer was a little confused about seating all four of us together like we were one couple, but maybe not. I’m sure they get all sorts of people.
It’s funny, because despite how different they look, when Lash and Eric stand next to each other, it’s immediately obvious that they’re brothers.
Both in their features, but also how they stand and some of their mannerisms. Just that one shaves his head and has snake tattoos and the other one wears glasses and likes to play with numbers.
Eric is just as tall as his brother, though, and built almost as strong.
If he decided to ditch accountant life for biker life, he’d slide right in with a few tattoos. Visually, at least.
Dinner was amazing, and the bar is open, so it’s not long before we’re there, talking and watching the couples dance. Lash leans in. “Just gonna warn ya, this isn’t how we usually do it at the club. When we claim an old lady, I mean.”
I smile, imagining this party with the Outlaw Sons, the members shaking their butts to the chicken dance. “I think it’s nice that the club has its own rituals. Makes it special. It doesn’t have to be like everyone else.”
Stiff chuckles on the other side of me. “Dont’t think I’ve ever been to a country club before.
It’s fancy, but no stained glass windows, know what I mean?
” I look around following his gesture. The ball room could be a bit like the church in shape, and there’s even a balcony level above.
That makes me think of the choir loft and what we’ve gotten up to up there.
Several times now, to be honest. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be the one that gets busy right in the middle of everyone like so many of them seem comfortable with, but overhearing it while staying out of sight is hot.
I lick my lips. Maybe I shouldn’t think of stuff like that while at a wedding. Then again, isn’t that what weddings are all about? I wouldn’t be the first girl to have a little fun at one. Heck, I might not even be the first one at this one. I’d never notice if someone snuck off.
A new song comes on that’s a little calmer and intended more for the couples, so it kind of catches me off guard when Lash steps off his barstool, offers his hand and asks, “Wanna dance?”
I blink at him. “What?”
“Wasn’t a hard question.” He smirks, and I’m pretty sure just the sight of it has a poor woman fainting on the other end of the bar.
“You can dance?”
“I can now. If I’m gonna go to a wedding, I’m not gonna half-ass it.”
I’m still shocked. “So you learned to dance, so you could dance with me?”
“You gonna come out on the floor with me, or just stand here and make a scene? I can find someone else.”
“Oh no, I’m coming.” Emptying my wineglass as I push to my feet, I take the hand he offers and let him drag me right into the middle. He pulls me in close and leads me in a sway that quickly becomes more deliberate, guiding me around the floor.
I rest my head on his chest, and listen to the quick, steady thump of his heart. Maybe he’s a little more nervous than he made it out to be? This is well outside of his usual wheelhouse. “This is really nice.”
“Yeah? Good. You look hot as fuck in that dress.” He spins me and catches me expertly, with just a hint of a dip. It’s not really the kind of song that calls for a deep one.
When I’m back up, I glance around, loving how every woman in the place looks like she’d rather be where I am. And knowing that I’m the only one that is. “You’re such a charmer.”
“Is that sarcasm? ‘Cause if you’re being bratty, I’m gonna take you over my knee when we get back to the hotel.” His sexy threat comes out in a low growl that makes me miss a step.
“I’m sorry, I thought you liked girls with a little spunk.” I time my step so I tap a little kiss on his lips before we keep moving.
He chuckles deep in his chest. “You must’ve misheard. What I said was, I like girls full of spunk. Preferably mine.” I laugh loud enough that I have to wave off a couple who look a little concerned.
I give him a little elbow in the rib. “Easy, we can’t go making a mess of your brother’s wedding. It wouldn’t be nice.”
He laughs. “This whole thing is weird. I love that it’s making Eric happy, but it feels fake. Everyone’s putting on an act. Back at the club, we just do what we want.”
“You have no idea how unusual that really is. But I get it. At weddings you have to be a little more subtle. Find a place where no one sees you.” I glance up at the balconies where no one seems to be, and Lash doesn’t miss it.
“If this was the club, I could just pick you up and carry you off to fuck you silly. And drag Stiff and Jackal along to have us a private party.” Just the suggestion brings back some really sexy memories. And it makes me want to do something wild. Something that he’ll remember.
“You want a blowjob?”
It’s his turn to blink. “Here?”
“No silly, but somewhere? Up there maybe? Sneak off, and you can tell your buddies that you got blown at your brother’s wedding.
” I giggle at the audacity of it. Did I have too much wine, or am I just getting too used to living somewhere where normal rules don’t matter?
Or maybe I’m just struck by an incredibly sexy man in an incredibly sexy suit.
Besides, I like that I can throw him off every once in a while.
He starts dancing me off the floor. “I like that suggestion.”
It doesn’t take us long to slip back into the crowd. The biggest hurdle is really how handsome my date is, because women follow him with their eyes no matter where we go. But in the end, we just say screw it. If they want to come look, they’ll have to follow us upstairs.
The way up is in one of the hallways around the ballroom. A couple of the service staff laugh when we rush by them and up the staircase, and I’m sure they know exactly what we’re up to, but we’re on a mission.
Since there’s no serving up here and no easy way up, we’re actually completely alone.
At least that I can see. I’m not going to rule out another adventurous couple hiding on the other side, but I don’t care.
We get a pillar between us and the stairs and then I give him a playful shove on his chest to back him into the pillar.
I know full well that if he didn’t want to, I couldn’t have moved him an inch, but he plays along.
“Okay, you’re the lookout,” I hiss as I drop to my knees in front of him.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re actually doing it. What happened to the shy MILF we lured into our club to corrupt and defile, huh?” he laughs as I undo the button and his fly. He’s already swelling underneath it.
“You corrupted and defiled me.” Hooking my fingers in his boxer briefs, I tug both them and his pants down to his knees, exposing a length that is very quickly growing longer and thicker. I place a little kiss on the head. “Besides, you make it sound like I was some kind of timid virgin.”
“Fuck,” he hisses and smirks. “You might as well have been. Tell me the truth, did you ever have anyone as big as us?”
Wrapping my fingers around him, I tease back, “Are you that starving for attention? Isn’t your girlfriend giving you enough?” A couple of strokes and then I take the whole head in my mouth and suck on it.
“She’s—fuck, that’s good.” Whatever he was going to say gets derailed as I get to work, sucking one of my favorite cocks in the world to a backdrop of clinking glasses, loud conversation and a cheer when the grandparents get up and out on the dance floor for the Electric Slide.
I don’t want to waste time, so I do my best to get him to completion as quickly as I can. I realize halfway through that I’ve committed myself to swallowing so we don’t get any on our clothes. I don’t mind, but I love watching him come. Next time.
His hands briefly touch my hair, but pull back again before he can grab it. “Fuck, I want my hands on you, but your hair’s too fucking perfect, and if you go down there with fuck hair, everyone’s gonna know what we did.” He chuckles. “Not sure Eric would be thrilled… Oh, fuck!”
Closer and closer, he starts to buck, just a little, fucking himself into my mouth. I swirl my tongue, suck on the crown, and use my hand to help. Apparently I’ve learned a thing or two over the last few months, other than how to shoot a gun.
“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come right in your dirty little mouth.”
I take a little more of him in, closing my lips tight and getting my tongue underneath, while finishing him off with my fist.
“Fuck,” he gasps and then he swells. My mouth floods with his salty flavor, and I swallow eagerly. I love how I can make him feel good in so many ways. And I know that once we’re back at the hotel, he’s going to unfurl that tongue of his and pay me back tenfold.
Totally worth it.
“This a private party, or room for more?” I nearly leap out of my pretty dress at Jackal’s question. Stiff too. They’re almost right next to us, and somehow I didn’t notice. And my God, what if it’d been someone else?
Then I realize that Lash must’ve seen them show up, and they’re already unbuttoning. Stiff pauses when he sees the look I give him. “What? Only Lash gets? That’s unfair.”
My nerves are still a little shaky, but I’m coming back down. I suppose it’d be mean to leave them hanging. Or standing straight up, I guess. So I nod. “Fine, everyone gets one, but now that it’s a whole thing, I’m taking a turn, too. And watch the dress.”
“Our pleasure,” Jackal promises.
“I’ll keep lookout,” Lash offers graciously.
I guess this is who I am now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.