Page 6 of Sweet Revenge for the Bikers

“Well, no, but—” It’s still pretty wild to think about. A foursome? It sounds like something from a porno.

“We’ll be gentle,” Rebel whispers into my ear. “Mostly.”

A shiver races down my back, more from anticipation than fear. “Promise?”

4

MELODY

I half expect them to start ripping my clothes off, but the only thing that really changes is the feeling that we’re not circling each other anymore. We’re moving slowly in the same direction, even if that direction still ends in my clothes getting ripped off.

Mad Dog replaces Riptide in front of me. His kiss is more demanding than Riptide’s, but his lips are every bit as warm. He puts his hands on my waist and lifts me away from Rebel, who starts taking off his jacket and shirt.

I’m straddling Mad Dog’s lap, chest to chest, with his hand in my hair. Beneath me, I can feel him getting hard as I rock against him with every stroke of his tongue. It scares the sense back into me for at least a moment.

I pull away, bracing my hands against his shoulders. “Wait. I⁠—”

“You what, honey? Too much?”

“No, but… I’ve just never done this before.” I wish I had as much self-confidence as they do.

“You’re a virgin?” Mad Dog furrows his brows in question.

“No! No. Look, it’s probably stupid, but I’m afraid I’m going to do this all wrong or something.”

Rebel kneels down next to us. Reaching out, he wraps a curl of my hair around his finger and twirls it gently. “Trust me, honey, that’s impossible.”

I want to believe him. I’ll never get an opportunity like this again, I’m sure of it. It’s just daring to take that final step and letting go.

“He’s right.” Riptide leans in. “It’s our job to make it good for you, not the other way around.”

“One of those benefits you were talking about earlier?”

“Exactly.” He kisses the side of my neck, just as Rebel slides his fingers into my hair and Mad Dog kisses me again. I close my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, still not quite believing this is real.

I draw a sharp breath through my nose as the hem of my T-shirt is untied and tugged upward. A fraction of a moment later, my bra is unlatched and Riptide kisses downward, leaving a trail on my skin that’s cooled by the evening air. It wouldn’t take much to leave me topless and exposed to all three of them, not to mention anyone who might walk by. I keep my eyes shut, pretending that’s not a possibility.

“You okay?” Rebel whispers into my ear.

I am. My little nod breaks my kiss with Mad Dog, but he has no problem reclaiming what’s his.

They take their time, surrounding me and getting me used to being touched. Even with my bra loose, they don’t immediately start groping. Instead Rebel takes my wrist and presses my hand against his own bare chest. He’s burning up, his skin hot under my exploring fingers. Just a hint of soft fuzz tickles my fingertips over the hard muscle of his pecs.

Riptide lifts my arms, and they smoothly take off both my shirt and bra. Mad Dog’s warm breath puffs over my skin just before he puts his mouth on my breast, flicking my nipple with his tongue and sending a little shock down to my pussy. I grind over the bulge in his jeans, stoking the burn.

When Rebel leans me back to kiss me, I reach up and bury my fingers in his hair. The move arches me right into Mad Dog’s mouth, and I reach out blindly for Riptide, who takes my hand and presses his lips to the racing pulse on my wrist.

The guys were right. Three of them at once is the good kind of crazy.

They ease me onto a makeshift blanket of our discarded clothes and surround me, sheltering me inside a little bubble of safety. No matter how I twist or turn, there are hands and mouths, stinging nips of sharp teeth followed by a soothing stroke or lick. Rough hands tangle in my hair, and my eyes drift closed. I start losing track of who is doing what because it doesn’t really matter.

By the time the fly on my jeans is pulled down, I’m almost ready to take matters into my own hands, but there’s the jingle of a belt being opened, and I open my eyes to see what’s happening. Rebel’s watching me with his dark gaze as he guides my hand downward, over his chiseled abs, until I’ve got him in my hand, thick and pulsing against my palm.

Holy shit. I know my experience is limited, but I didn’t think they came in this size.

Tentatively, I slide my fist down until I reach the root, and then back up to the tip. The slickness of precum coats my palm, and the next stroke goes easier. Is this even real life?

He chuckles quietly. “You’re not gonna hurt me, honey.”