ChapterOne
The rally grounds shook with the music pounding from the stage. It reverberated through my body, flaring the desire I already held in my core. I was celebrating tonight, and I had plans—plans that involved getting drunk and laid—and I didn’t particularly care in what order they happened.
It was my last night before I took on the official mantle of the newest President of the Lipstick and Leather Motorcycle Club. I’d just received the approval for my petition to create the Montana chapter, so I had a package of patches in my toy hauler that would replace the black lips and ‘nomad’ on my jacket and those of my crew back home. But that was a task for tomorrow’s Sevyn. Tonight was my last as a nomad, and I was going to make it one for the record books.
As I made my way through the crowd to the accompaniment of revving engines and rowdy party goers, I noticed two men that had caught my eye earlier during the rally. They kept popping up together, and at first I had thought they were a couple, despite their resemblance to one another, but I never saw them touch. Now, with another look, I figured they must be related. I wasn’t sorry to admit that made my night, as I was more than a little attracted to them. They seemed to return the interest with the way they kept parallel to me, occasionally disappearing behind thick pockets of people and bikes, only to glance in my direction again when the crowd thinned as if to make sure I was still there.
I’d barely made it up to one of the bars, raising my voice over the din to ask for a snakebite with a beer chaser, when I felt the press and heat of a body against mine. I started to turn with a smile on my face, then froze when I saw two faces, one disappointed and the other plain pissed. But if they were over there, who the hell was behind me?
The guy was hot as fuck, I’d give him that, but I wasn’t one to allow a man, or woman, to touch me without permission or at least a silent invitation…no matter the heat that burned in my belly.
“Excuse you, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” I informed the tall, shaggy-haired brunette with chocolate eyes and a dimple in his chin.
“Sure haven’t, little lady,” he shot back with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. I considered giving him a nudge out of my personal bubble, but was conscientious of the fact that although I wasn't wearing my new colors yet, I still had the responsibility of them. Getting into a bar fight with a dude a foot taller than me might be frowned upon unless he offered further provocation. “Sorry about plastering myself against your back. I only meant to get close enough so you could hear me, but I got bumped into.”
Eyeing him suspiciously, I considered the truth of his words. He hadn’t groped at me, and there was a sliver of space between us now, but I wasn’t completely convinced it had been accidental.
“I’ll have to take a raincheck. I already have plans,” I finally answered, albeit a bit sharply in the tone arena. He was lucky he hadn’t gotten worse for his little stunt, not that worse was off the table yet, but since he wore the same patches I, and the men who were closing in on us did, I would give him the benefit of the doubt until he proved otherwise. It wasn’t uncommon for nomads of the same club to hook up since we tended to gravitate to each other during get-togethers like the rally, but invading my personal space was liable to get someone hurt if it was done purposely. And that sentiment wasn’t just from me, it seemed. I watched the two men who had followed me split then come back together to bookend me, effectively trapping me between the three of them.
Before I could determine if shit was going to go down, a bang on the bar caused me to jump and crane my head over my shoulder, breaking the mesmerizing tableau. One of the dark-eyed, raven-haired duo smoothly set a hand on my hip, guiding me to finish my turn before releasing me, while his counterpart moved between me and the bubble-buster, forcing him to step back.
I kept half an ear out for what was being said while I paid the bartender and took the drinks he’d signaled me for, not that I could hear much unless they were shouting, and that wasn’t happening yet. I wasn’t the only one wanting to know what was going on, but gauging from the way the bartender eyed, then dismissed, the men behind me before moving along to another customer, they weren’t going to have an altercation after all.
Taking a page from the bartender’s book, I ignored the men behind me and slammed my shot, enjoying the sour kick to my tastebuds paired with the sweet burn of the honeyed whiskey. In contrast, the beer was ice-cold and took the edge off of the heat.
“Don't mind Coot. He likes to play games,” my companion offered with a disarming grin.
Arching a brow as I glanced up at the man, I asked, “What kind of games does this Coot like to play?”
His grin widened into a full-blown smile before he held his hand out. “The kind where he tries to steal the hottest girl out from under us. I’m Loch, by the way, and my cousin over there is Gus, or Gentry if you prefer.”
I took his hand, enjoying the way his rough callouses rasped against my own, though I was a bit surprised that he gave it a firm shake. Most men would squeeze too hard to assert their dominance or hold it like soiled tissue in a sissified pinch.
Deciding to be blunt and to the point as dusk was approaching, and I didn’t want to be picking dudes with beer goggles on if either of these two didn’t work out, I took a swig from the aluminum bottle, all that was allowed in the glass-free area, and blurted out, “Nice to meet you, Loch, but I’m kinda in the market for a hook-up with a side of small talk, not the other way around. So which one of you is interested?”
I swore his thought process slammed to a halt, and while he was rebooting, the band changed songs, letting me hear a groan come from where the other two were standing a few steps away.
“C'mon, Gus, give me a shot, too.” With narrowed eyes, my head swiveled to level Coot with a glare. He instantly showed his palms, regret filling his eyes as he realized that I could hear him. “Sorry, ma’am,” he apologized just as the next number started up.
It drowned out whatever Gus had to say to him, but with a dejected nod and a last glance my way, he turned and disappeared into the crowd. Strangely enough, considering the way he’d rubbed me wrong, I was kinda sad to see him go. Then my eyes fixated on the look-alike cousin while the other one, apparently ready to go again, leaned in close.
“We like to share, pretty lady. Do you think you're up for that?” He dropped the challenge like I’d be dropping my panties as soon as I had confirmation from his cousin…and a few more drinks in me.
Apparently, said cousin had heard him, or he could lip read, because he winked as he sidled up next to me. “We'd love nothing more than to rock your world, but I’d like to know your name first, if you don't mind?”
“Sevyn, but feel free to improvise when I’m on your dick, riding into the dawn,” I retorted, giving him a smirk before I downed my beer and yelled for another round.
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“Oh, fuck me,” I groaned, chin on my chest, lids at half-mast as I gripped Gus’ short dark hair in my fist and ground my pussy harder against his face. I was nearly there. The suction and flicking tongue to my clit were about to do me in if I had just a minute more, but then I was reminded that my other partner had only retreated to suit up. He brushed against my back, breaking my concentration.
“I plan to, darlin’, just as soon as you scoot that fine ass back here.” Loch’s promise rumbled in my ear an instant before his hands gripped my hips to pull me back, unearthing his cousin’s glistening cheeks, until I knelt between Gus’ thighs, my hands on either side of his hips. “So fucking wet for us,” Loch praised before sinking two fingers deep into my clenching channel.
My lips parted in a gasp of pure pleasure right over the thick and rigid pole of flesh, the reddened tip graced by a shiny drop of precum. I worked my hips in tandem with the rhythm of the hand between my legs, watching in rapt attention as Gus gripped his length, arching up to paint my lips with the evidence of his desire. Darting my tongue out, I dipped it into the damp slit before swirling it around the crest of his dick, earning a groan in response.
“Hurry up, Lochlan, or I’m going to let her ride my dick like she rode my face, and you’ll have to wait your turn,” Gus warned his cousin, his voice as strained as the erection he held in a death grip. But I had no intent to make him wait his turn to get off. I adjusted my position to get a better angle for the blow job I planned to give him, which also happened to arch my back and lift my ass as if I were a presenting bitch in heat. Not that that was far off from the way I was feeling right then.
“Hold your horses,” Loch griped back, pulling his fingers from me then gripping my hip with the same hand, his fingers wet against my skin, as I felt his other arm brush against my inner thighs, guiding his dick to my entrance.