Page 40 of Sweet Revenge for the Bikers

It’s hard to mourn losing something when it’s sitting right in front of you. The three of them are such unlikely protectors. There are times when I can feel the violence inside them, and times when I’ve seen it, but they’ve never turned it on me, even when they thought I had betrayed them.

I know they aren’t mine forever, but they’re mine for now. I bet even a year from now, I could call them in the middle of the night and they’d come. I didn’t know how much I missed having that until I got it back.

“You guys have been so amazing. I’m going to miss you when it’s over,” I admit.

Rebel cocks his head. His eyes are so dark, nearly black, but when I look, I can see the shades of rich brown inside. “Why do you have to go anywhere?”

“I don’t know. When the drama is over, I’ll be all that’s left, and I’m just me. A little small, a little naïve, always a little something, and never enough for anyone to stick around.” God, that sounds pathetic. “Sorry, I’m fine. Maybe we can play something else.” I try to get up.

Riptide doesn’t let me. “Fuck that.”

He kisses me, gently at first, soft pecks on my lips until I open up to him, his short beard tickling my cheeks. Even in my rattled state, it feels nice. Comforting. Maybe I just like the attention, but he seems more than willing to give it to me. It doesn’t take long before we’re making out properly, him pulling me up on my knees so I can wrap my arms around his strong neck. His tongue finds mine and I close my eyes so I can just feel.

Mad Dog’s hand cups my ass. “Is this a private party?”

“Three is better than two. And four is even better than three.” Riptide’s soft growl is dripping with a promise that has my core heating up like he just flicked a switch. “Is that still private enough?”

I wet my lips, still feeling the press of Riptide’s mouth. The sudden burst of loneliness isn’t gone, but it feels a lot more distant now. Instead of being in the room with me, it’s now outside the house, probably looking for a way in, but the guys are helping me lock the door.

And offering to help me forget for a while

I press my ass back into Mad Dog’s hands and reach for Rebel, my hand landing on his narrow hip.

“I think four sounds pretty good right now.”

Rebel leans in again, a confident smirk on his lips. “That was the answer I was hoping for.”

His lips taste just as sweet as last time.

21

MELODY

Riptide pulls me back to center, his hand cupping the back of my head. “You’re sure? Today’s been a lot.”

“This whole week has been a lot, and you’re all doing a really good job making me forget that. Don’t stop now.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, bossy,” he says, his deep growl sending shivers through me and raising goosebumps on my arms.

His smirk doesn’t leave his lips as he backs off the bed, pulling me with him so I have to stand up, too. He holds me in place with one hand, tilting my head back so I have to look down my nose to see what he’s doing, and with the other, he’s tugging my T-shirt up. “I wanna see all of you before we play.”

Honestly, all he’d have to do is ask, but when they take control like this, it’s so much hotter. It makes me feel owned, possessed. They’re such contradictions, going through the world like a big middle finger to what people expect from them. Living outside the law and flirting with death, but loving and playing so fiercely at the same time.

Mad Dog reaches around from behind me, working my fly open. As my shirt is pushed up under my arms, Riptide pops my bra strap and the support suddenly vanishes. I raise my arms, giving Rebel the chance to pull my shirt up over my head. When it gets to my wrists, instead of taking it all the way off, he twists and puts a knot in it so I'm effectively handcuffed.

“That’s more like it. Keep you outta trouble.”

I wet my lips nervously and pull at the knot. If I worked at it, I could get myself out of my impromptu bondage, but I’d rather see where he’s going with this. I have nothing to lose and a whole lot to gain by letting the guys do what they want with me.

“Oh, no. I’m trapped,” I say with a grin.

Mad Dog tugs my jeans and panties down together, just as Riptide slips his big hands around my torso and under my loose bra to cup my vulnerable breasts. It doesn’t take long at all before I’m totally naked, other than the shirt tied around my wrists.

Rebel hands my wrists to Riptide. “Here, keep her still.”

It’s not easy to concentrate with Riptide’s spare hand playing with my breasts and teasing my nipples, and Mad Dog kissing down my spine as he cups my ass and strokes my thighs.

Rebel grips the bottom of his shirt and pulls. It clings to his ripped and tattooed torso like it’s just as desperate to touch it as I am. And he doesn’t stop there. The way his muscles ripple as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down has my mouth watering. His powerful thighs flex as he steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. They leave very little to the imagination, especially the length of cock that’s straining to break free.