“The difference”—Vex swings around—“is that we have a code. Tonight, you’re ours, not everybody else’s.”
“What about tomorrow?”
It was supposed to be a lighthearted joke, but the two bikers are looking at me like I’ve said something scandalous.
Don’t they like to share?
I shrug. “Just kidding.”
Vex yanks me into his lap and captures my mouth in a hungry kiss.
The kiss is heated, his tongue brushing against mine. In the heat of the moment, I find myself inching closer, my legs widening to straddle his waist. Already, I feel something hard pressing into my thigh.
And just when I thought my pulse couldn’t get any faster…
Another hand enters the action, pulling back my hair with just the right amount of pressure for it to feel pleasurable. It’s Skipper, and he’s peppering kisses along my neck, way too slow and sensual. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a guy taking his time like this before.
Carter and I were over in twenty minutes, but it would appear that his friends like to play slow.
I’m seconds away from ripping off this lingerie when I’m scooped up and thrown over a shoulder. With my head forward, I don’t see much of the clubhouse, but Idocatch the incredible bulge popping out of Vex’s pants.
My heartbeat increases even more.
It didn’t used to be this exciting, back when I was twenty-one, following strangers home multiple nights a week. Something about this is different.
Maybe it’s because I’m about to participate in my first ever groupie.
Maybe it’s because both men are smoking hot.
I’m so wet it could be used to solve a drought.
By the time we make it to a room, I don’t know left from right. My body hits a mattress, and I look up to see Vex’s enormous figure handling me, his hands everywhere, gliding up and down my skin.
Skipper joins and mutters something I can’t quite understand because of the Australian accent.
I’m getting impatient. “Are you gonna take off my clothes, or should I?”
“Not so fast,” Vex says. “We’re in no rush.”
“Really?” I prop myself up on the mattress with my elbows. “Then tell me, how long do you plan on being in this state for?” I make a point of staring at his crotch. “It looks uncomfortable.”
“I like a challenge.”
“I don’t.” Skipper tugs on my lingerie strings. Material sheds away from parts of my anatomy I’ve been dying to free since I first set my eyes on them.
The only way this could be made better is if Carter decided to join us. But two is still better than one. I’ve only ever been with one guy at a time, and I’m way too excited to waste time caring about that man when he obviously still gives no shits about me.
“Fuck,” Skipper says as he and Vex stand back and admire my naked body for a moment.
“I know it’s a lot of money, but I’d pay more,” Vex says.
I grab a breast and tease it, meeting Vex’s eyes. “Still wanna take things slow?”
He tenses his jaw, his eyes black.
I see now why he doesn’t want this to be over so fast—it’s a fucking lot of money. They want it to be worth it.
But I’m no hooker. I’m just a woman who became a mother and lost her sex life.
