Chapter 49 Leo #2
“Let’s do this,” Alessa laughs.
Alessa and Micah get on the bikes, jamming their helmets on, so the rest of us pile into the back of Dex’s truck to watch this go down, Gage following behind on his motorcycle.
I take a look at my brothers’ and realize they’re actually dressed down for once in faded blue jeans and regular t-shirts.
They look uncomfortable as hell to be here.
Alessa told them they need to start making more of a showing at events, so people know they aren’t hiding, and Micah is helping with that.
We all line the fence as Alessa and Micah line up doing their burnouts.
Alessa blows him a kiss and opens the throttle up.
It’s so fucking close you can’t tell who won until the sign lights up over Alessa’s lane, signaling her the winner, and we go fucking nuts cheering for her.
They get to the end of the track and slowly make their way toward us, the revving of the bikes reminding me of being pressed against Gage on his and watching Alessa’s ass in front of us.
Gage presses up close behind me. “What were you just thinking about?”
“Being on your bike,” I tell him honestly. I don’t hide anything from him anymore.
“You like being pressed against my ass, Pretty boy?” he says, running his hand down my cock, not giving a fuck that we’re standing around a load of people.
“Yes.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he whispers, and I jerk to look over my shoulder.
“What? You said you don’t bottom.”
“I said I don’t bottom for just anyone. You aren’t just anyone, Leo.”
“What does that mean?”
“I only bottom for people I care about, which has only been one other person,” he explains, his hand still massaging me against my jeans. Ryder glances back, raises an eyebrow, then moves his big body to block Evander and Mateo’s view of us if they turn around. Thanks, man.
“You care about me, Gage?”
“I do, Baby,” he says adamantly. “I told you that you’re mine. I fucking meant it.” He removes his hand from my cock and turns my head, kissing me fiercely. “Mine,” he growls against my lips.
“Mine,” I echo.
I have to admit hearing him say it is a weight off my shoulders.
I thought he was only doing this because I was willing, and when he got bored, he would move on.
I realize I didn’t give him much credit for his intentions, unfairly judging him because of his I don’t care attitude.
But he feels deeply underneath the jokes, laughs, and just Gage’s craziness.
He fiercely protects everyone in his life, loves with his whole heart, and never holds a part of himself back.
Micah and Alessa walk into the crowd, playfully shoving each other. “It was the bike,” Micah grouches, handing the helmet and key back to Ryder.
Ryder scoffs. “Trust me; it wasn’t the bike.”
“Aw,” Alessa pouts, “Are you being a sore loser?”
“I think he is,” Evander laughs, and I feel the look Micah lights him up with. What the fuck is that?
I look back at Gage and realize he’s paying attention this time. He’s looking rapidly between Evander and Micah before breathing out a laugh.
“Care to share?” I whisper.
“Oh. They’re so going to fuck,” Gage whispers back before laughing out loud.
“Shhh,” I laugh back, and all heads turn to us.
Evander raises an eyebrow. “Do the lovebirds have something to say?” he comments, looking at me being pressed against Gage.
That sets us off in another round of laughter, causing Gage to snort.
Alessa walks over to stand in front of me, and I slide my hands around her waist. It feels right being pressed between them.
She lifts up on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, “You guys look fucking hot together.” I slide my hands down to her ass, jerking her closer.
“Hands off my nieces’ ass!” Micah yells. “At least in front of me. Jesus Christ,” he gripes.
Alessa giggles, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Can we talk later?” I ask her.
She nods. “I’d like that.”
“Come on, Il mio sole. Let’s go stunt on these assholes,” Ryder calls out, walking away, his arm snuggly around Holden’s shoulders. I know he’s doing it because Holden’s not used to these crowds, but it’s almost like he can’t keep his hands off him.
Alessa claps excitedly before running and jumping on Ryder’s back. She slides her legs around his waist, and he tucks one arm under her ass, holding her up.
Gage kisses my neck one more time before leading me forward. He swings his legs over his bike, grinning and shoving his helmet on.
I saw Alessa do the stunts the last time, but Ryder was too pissy with me being here to actually enjoy himself. Some sort of calm has settled over him now.
The rest of us move to the fence where the stunt area is, Dex and I putting Holden protectively between us.
“Have you ever seen them do this?” I ask Holden.
He shakes his head with a smile. “No.”
“It’s badass,” Micah comments, leaning up on the fence. It still surprises me my brothers actually showed up, and I can see the weird looks they’re getting. “What the fuck are you looking at?” Micah barks at the guy glaring at my brothers.
The guy turns with a sneer until he realizes who he’s looking at. “Nothing,” he mumbles and walks away. I don’t miss Micah’s shit-eating grin.
They start stunting, and I realize I didn’t see anything the last time.
They’re doing wheelies, leaning them so far back sparks are flying off the back, stopping and popping them up on the front tires.
They can maneuver those bikes in a dance, twisting their bodies to sit in different positions while riding, commanding the machines to do what they want.
It’s sensual, or all the sex is frying my brain.
“Wow,” Holden comments, walking closer to the fence. “They’re fucking awesome.”
“Fuck yeah, they are,” Dex agrees, slapping Holden on the back.
I don’t feel like they’re showing off. They look free while on the bikes like nothing else exists except this moment. I want to learn how to ride, I want the feeling I can feel pulsing from them, and I know two people who will be more than willing to teach me.
Alessa rides beside the fence, parking her bike. She runs over to Gage and climbs on his so she’s straddling his waist facing him. She wraps her arms around his neck when he takes off, he pops the bike into a wheelie with her plastered to the front of his body, and I can’t get over the
immense trust she has in him not to hurt them.
“That’s hot,” Holden says with a laugh.
I think about all of us with her this afternoon, coming together after Gage sent out that group text.
I had no idea what to expect when I walked into that room.
What happened exceeded my expectations when I thought about what would happen when we all finally had her at the same time.
It was like an unspoken bargain between us that we would put everything behind us and help her find the pleasure her body desperately needed.
Her body responded to us in the most beautiful way, and she handled five demanding guys easily, like she was built just for us.
“Where’s your head at?” Dex asks, leaning on the fence in front of us, watching Alessa, Gage, and Ryder talk to Alexey off to the side. I didn’t even realize the noises of the bikes had stopped.
“In Alessa’s room this afternoon,” I admit with a laugh. Do my thoughts really play all over my face?
Dex chuckles. “That’s a damn good place for your head to be.”
I remember Dex’s reaction to Gage sinking into me, and I want to ask him about it, but we aren’t that close yet.
He looked turned on by it, but it could have been Alessa making him feel that way.
I have to admit it makes me think about what it would feel like to be dominated by Dex.
I can see that dominant side lurking below the surface of his carefully constructed control.
Gage and I discussed what would happen if one of the other guys wanted to touch us and agreed, like Alessa did, that if it occurred within this group, we’re okay with it.
Being with Gage opened up something inside of me that I’d been avoiding for years.
He’s so open about who he is that it makes me appreciate him helping me do the same.
What that guy called us earlier slammed me with shame at first and made me want to pull away from Gage because I wasn’t used to that sort of thing.
His arms had tightened around me, which let me know I was never alone in this.
“Has Ryder’s ass always looked that good in those pants?” Holden asks, making us chuckle.
“Ryder’s ass looks good in all pants,” I agree. The man has the nicest ass next to Gage, but I’m biased.
Dex shrugs. “I can’t even argue that.”
Holden and I exchange a look; he’s thinking the same thing I am. I have a feeling things are about to get even crazier.
After they ride around a few more times, Holden and I pile back into Dex’s truck, following behind Alessa, Ryder, and Gage on the bikes.
Dex pushes several buttons on his dash display, and their voices filter through the truck.
He must be able to pick them up through their helmets; it’s cool as hell.
Alessa’s laugh filters through, and I can’t help but smile. Music filters through right after, and I realize that her music is linked in their helmets because I hear Gage and Ryder chuckle. I can’t place the song at first until Ryder starts to sing along; it’s Church by Chase Atlantic.
“Is that Ryder?” Holden asks, sitting up between the seats.
Dex nods. “Yeah.”
“He can sing?” Holden asks in amazement. I listen closer and realize that he can sing damn good.
“I’m about to take you back to church,” Ryder croons.
“Well, tell me your confessions, baby; what’s the worst? Yeah.”
“Baptize in your thighs till it hurts. ‘Cause I’m about to take you back to church.”
“I'm not going to lie,” Alessa says after the song finishes. “I’m fucking wet right now.”