“Fuck yeah, you are,” Priest hisses against her throat as his dick slides against mine. Never thought I’d enjoy the feeling of another man’s cock, but the heat and steely strength elicit a groan as my head drops back.
Lifting her body, Priest drives his dick in her tightness, making Logan scream and pant. “God, it hurts.” There’s a blissful look to her face, though, and it feels fucking amazing.
Priest drapes his body over her back, pressing his forehead to mine as we all try to catch our breath. Our girl grows brave and flicks her tongue out to lick our lips, silently begging for a kiss. Priest takes her first, then pulls back slightly so I can nip her bottom lip. Fucking love the sound of her hissing in pain. We both lick at her to soothe the ache, and our tongues touch; still shocking, but less so than a few weeks ago.
My eyes meet Priest’s, and I can see the curiosity there, too. “One day,” I say as he begins to move inside Logan, “you’re fucking her, and I’m going to fuck you.” Logan’s body ignites at the possibility, and while Priest freezes for a second, he gives a sharp nod.
“Please…yes…please, I want that.” Her quavered words ripple down her body as she soaks our dicks, making it easier for us to fuck her together. Her cry of pleasure, the way she absolutely drenches us with her orgasm, lures both of us over the edge with her.
Logan collapses on my chest, her face buried in my neck as she gasps for air while Priest groans and drops down, our lips meeting, and I fuck my tongue into his mouth the same way we fuck our girl together. Rough, wet, and erotic.
“Fuck, man, you ready for that?” he asks me, glancing down to find Logan staring up at us, eager for my answer. “You are an instigator,” he accuses her.
Lifting a finger, she traces Priest’s lips first, then mine, before sucking the digit into her mouth. Her pussy spasms around our softening dicks, still nestled inside her sweet cunt.
“I want it now,” she whispers and sighs, closing her eyes. “I want to watch you both together. I want to see us together.”
Christ, she’s getting braver the longer she’s with us.
Chapter 18
Logan
I feel like I’ve had stars in my eyes ever since Viking and Priest found me on the way back to my new apartment and took me home with them. Nothing else truly matters except how they’ve made me feel. And maybe that’s the little girl in me just wanting to be loved, but it feels so real. So permanent.
“Are you going to give us any details?” Connie asks as she sits on a kitchen stool while I make sweet-and-sour pork with fried rice—a comfort meal for as long as I can remember. Marie nods along as she steals a piece of diced carrot, munching on it while wiggling her brows suggestively.
Chewing my lip, I hesitate until I register their encouraging smiles and hear Carly in my ear telling me to let them in. “Well, it’s all very new, but they really know how to make a girl feel good.” And I don’t just mean physically. My heart is healing with them.
“They’re part of the Kings of Anarchy MC, though, right? Aren’t they like dangerous? I heard they’re hired killers,” Marie whispers like they can hear us.
“I mean, I don’t know. Not really. They don’t talk about club things with me.” Marie’s words make me question what I do know about them now.
“You’re with both of them?” Connie’s brows pull together. “How is that even possible?”
The most wicked blush of my life reddens my face, and both girls giggle as I turn to the stove to watch the pan of rice fry.
“No need to be embarrassed,” Marie says. “It’s a girl's dream come true. Is it… I mean, do you think it’s long-term or just for fun?”
I’m about to say for fun when their words of ownership, possessive obsession, and the future filter through my mind. “Long term.” There’s no doubt about it.
They share a look before Connie blurts out, “If there’s a wedding, we want invites!”
“Deal!”
I finish with dinner while they get ready for a night shift at work. As soon as I’m done eating, I take a long, hot shower before doing the same. The bruising is nowhere near gone, but I’m able to hide most of it with makeup, and thankfully, the club’s lighting will help cover the rest.
We all manage to leave at the same time, so they drop me off at Euphoria. As soon as I walk in, several of the dancers greet me, all of them asking how I am and if I’m ready to come back. It’s a nice feeling to be cared about. For too many years, I never had that at home. I thought I’d find it with Trista, but that was not the case. These girls have become a bit like family in the short time I’ve been here, and I love it.
Taking a few cleansing breaths, I double-check my outfit and makeup in the mirror and make my way out front to the bar. Grabbing a tray and my pad, I slowly begin my rounds to the tables away from the stage.
Pasting on a friendly smile, I approach a group of six men in suits who were being sat as I entered the lounge. “Good evening, gentlemen. Can I get you started with some drinks tonight?”
Fighting the urge to squirm as their gazes land on me, I remain neutral, not lingering on anyone too long as I glance from one man to the next.
“How about a private room with you?” The one who says this leers, while the others laugh a little, like they know their friend is inappropriate.
“Sorry, boys, I’m just a server. I can have one of the girls sent your way if you’d like.” They turn down my offer for now, order a couple of jugs of beer and two plates of wings, before redirecting their attention to the stage.
