J’s hand rubbed down my back and grabbed my ass in a bruising grip. My cheeks flushed. I loved bikers but that was the first time I’d ever been to a clubhouse. I’d fucked a biker before, but never on his turf. I swam in the warm pool of excitement, ready to get yanked below the surface.
J rubbed his beard, brushing the scraggly hairs down. I watched his arms as they wrapped around my waist. Faded tattoos covered them, but one caught my eye—a red heart with the name Roxyscrawled inside.
“Is that your old lady?” I asked as I pointed to the name. The men roared with laughter.
“That’s his bike,” said the younger man playing pool. He dropped the pool stick onto the table and walked toward us. He pulled a bandana from his neck onto his head, pushing his long, dark hair out of his face. “Ain’t it, J? He never loved my mother the way he loved that bike.”
“Fuck off, son.” J flipped him off, then nodded to me. “This is Sonny.”
Clever.
Sonny flopped onto the couch, leaned back, and rested his head on his hands. My eyes roved over him, scrutinizing him. A short, dark beard blanketed his jaw, and eyes as black as leather looked back at me. His tight white t-shirt rode up his abdomen, exposing his fit stomach and the happy trail wandering below the waistband of his jeans.
“Where’d you get her from?” Sonny asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t matter where I got her from.” He released a low moan as he rubbed his large hand up my thigh. “All that matters is that she's here for us to use.”
“No shit?” Sonny said with a smile. “All of us?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I wanted each one of them inside me.
“She doesn’t look like she can handle much.” J brushed back my hair and gripped my neck. “But I’ll make sure she takes what she can.”
“Bear!” Sonny called out, peering around the clubhouse basement.
“Yeah?” asked a deep voice from around a corner. As he entered the room, I expected a big man like J, but Bear was a short, muscular bald man.
“She’s going to let us all have a turn with her,” Sonny said with a smirk.
Bear rubbed his hands together. “Is that so?”
“Why do they call you Bear?” I asked.
Bear laughed. “Because I can’t grow hair for shit. My face is as smooth as a woman’s ass.” It was true.
Sonny and Bear both had such young faces. Even with the beard covering Sonny’s chin, they both looked much sweeter and less hardened than J. But looks could be deceiving, and I knew they wouldn’t be sweet or gentle lovers.
Bear turned back toward the room he’d come from and shouted for someone else. “Shotgun!”
Another man came from the other room, twisting his mustache between his fingers as he walked closer. He was slightly older and wore a bandana around his neck. “What’s up?”
“We’re going to have quite the time tonight, brother.” Sonny gestured toward me. Heat painted my cheeks.
Shotgun brushed his hand through his short blond hair.
“Why do they call you shotgun? Is it because you're afraid of guns?” I asked with a playful smile.
Shotgun was much more serious as he shook his head and retrieved his shotgun from the other room. I tensed at the sight of it. He pulled shells from the side saddle and loaded the gun.
“It’s a Holland & Holland custom with an engraved receiver.” He stroked it with a loving hand. “My baby.” His muscular arms flexed as he handled his weapon and erotically rubbed the cool metal with a big, strong hand.Shotgun, much like J, was grungy and big bodied, intimidating as the cords of his muscles flexed with something he wanted within his grasp. Me and that gun.
“When are we doing this?” Sonny asked, rubbing his hand up my other thigh.
“Not till I’m done with her,” J quipped. He gripped my ass before pushing me off his lap and dropping me onto the couch. With a big stretch and a cocky grin, he stood and reached for the chain attached to his belt loop. His jeans splayed open as he unfastened the belt, and he tugged his boxers down, placing his cock in front of my face. “Come on, angel, you know what I want you to do.” He reached out and grabbed my chin, running a rough thumb across my lips.
“Right here? In front of everyone?” My jaw went slack.
“What did you think? We all want to see or feel that pretty mouth of yours.”
