Abbey moans into my mouth as she writhes on my lap, no longer fucking me in soft little thrusts, but rising up and slamming back down on me, desperate to chase this high.
“Fuck, who knew all the action was happening here,” I hear Vender chuckle right as the bungalow door opens.
“Oh shit. Party is out here.” JD laughs, but fuck them all, I drag the blanket up as high as I can to hide our faces in a blanket cocoon, making sure Abbey’s body is still covered, and then I slip my fingers down to her clit, stimulating her from all directions as I fight to hold it together.
With my tongue in her mouth, my finger in her arse, my cock in her cunt, and my digits rolling over her sensitive clit, her body starts to lock up, tensing from head to toe before she breaks our kiss, throwing her head back and screaming as she starts pulsing around my shaft.
With two more grinding thrusts, I explode too, my nuts drawing tight as cum shoots deep inside her, and I groan into her hair, fucking panting and spent as she goes limp on my lap.
“Well, shit,” Jols mutters from the doorway, and Abbey stiffens as if she’s just realised what happened.
“Back inside, woman, and get on the bed.” JD laughs, and I glance up in time to see him spinning Jols and slapping her arse. “I’m horny again.”
“You’re always horny,” Jols protests right as the door slams shut.
“Oh my God,” Abbey murmurs, mortified as Stocky bangs on the door.
“You want company?”
“No! Fuck off!” JD yells back, while Jols giggles inside.
Glancing up, I eye my men, not feeling the least bit embarrassed because, well, this is an MC and this sort of thing happens all the time. But these fuckers know Abbey isn’t like the rest of us. They know she’s going to be embarrassed.
“Well… looks like it’s back to the barn to join the Doxy train,” Murf mutters, and Trigger shakes his head, slapping Murf’s arm.
“Fuck the Doxies. Come around the side of the bungalow. I’ll have you blowing in a matter of seconds.”
My fucking eyes widen. Not at Trigger’s offer, because that’s normal for him, but it’s the look of consideration that washes over Murf’s face that has me surprised.
“Seconds, you reckon?” Murf asks, and Trigger nods.
“I’ll bet you one hundred bucks.”
“Huh,” Murf nods. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”
Everyone but Abbey laughs, and I have to wonder if she even overheard that since I’m pretty sure she’s in her head right now. Freaking out.
As Murf and Trigger disappear around the corner, Stocky, Vender and Trunk move down the steps, pointing up the path, back towards the barn.
“We’ll head back up that way.” Stocky chuckles, and I grin, giving them a nod.
When they are out of earshot, and the groans from inside and around the side of the bungalow meet our ears, I grip Abbey’s shoulders and shift her back so I can see her face.
“It’s okay, Abs.”
Her cheeks are bright red, but the devastation I’m expecting to find isn’t there.
“I think your dick is like cocaine or something,” she scoffs, and I throw my head back laughing.
“Cocaine?”
“Yes.” She slaps my shoulder. “I was so ravenous. I think I would have done anything to come on your dick.”
“You mean the dick that’s now a semi, drowning inside you in all of my cum?”
She giggles and nods.
“Ringo!” a voice calls, and I stiffen.
