Page 36 of Guarding Glenda

Looking into those dark eyes, my heart raced and heat pooled low in my belly. I thought he was hot as soon as I met him. Any woman would. He looked like you’d expect an outlaw to look. Dark hair, nearly black eyes that practically looked through you, chiseled facial features, and hard, defined muscles covered by black tattoos that probably mostly came from behind bars. He was quiet, and dangerous. A cleaner. They all killed men, but he didn’t just kill them. He made sure nobody knew they were ever there. He was the ultimate bad boy biker.

And he was Reggie’s best friend.

Leigh was teasing my skin, circling me like a predator would stalk its prey. When he was back in front of me, my chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

“C’mon.” He took my hand and led me away from the living room of the party house we were at.

Once we were down the hall, he stayed behind me, his arms draped over me. It felt more protective than possessive. Like he was trying to cover me up.

He turned us into an open door and there was a bed. Wetness dampened the inside of my thighs as we walked inside and he pushed the door closed.

I stopped in front of the bed, unsure of what would happen next.

“Glenda, look at me.”

Swallowing hard, I turned slowly. He was only inches away. My eyes met his chest but roamed up until they met his.

“You can crash there.”

Looking back, I stumbled over my words. “Oh. I–I thought–why did–”

He started to dip his head but the door flew open.

“There you are, fucker. And there’s my baby.”

“Reggie–”

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s all good. Leigh doesn’t like an audience. But I don’t count, since you’re mine.”

Leigh looked down. “You don’t have to.”

Reggie walked behind me, gripping my throat lightly before tipping my head up. “She don’t mind. Wouldn’t be a party without Leigh. Go on,” he said, dipping his fingers through my slit while the other hand still held my neck. “Oh, brother. She’s good and wet. Go on. Kiss her. She’s good with that mouth.” His breath was hot on my ear.

Leigh pulled me from Reggie’s grasp, dropping his mouth to mine. My eyes fluttered closed. His lips were strong, but soft. But his hands gripped my hips hard. He broke free, kissing down my neck then he nipped at my ear.

Almost not even audible, he whispered, “I’ll stop if you say the word. You don’t have to do this.”

But after everything I’d seen, all I’d already done, and Reggie pushing me to go for it, I reached down and cupped him through his jeans.

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Reggie said from his new perch on the rickety dresser.

Leigh pulled his cut off and tossed it on the pillows before yanking his shirt over his head. I worked his belt and jeans off but he pushed me to the bed as he bent down to get his boots off.

“Look at those tits, brother. Those are real.”

My stomach was doing somersaults but I wasn’t sure if it was because Reggie was watching me about to fuck his best friend, or because I wanted to.

Leigh climbed over me, and my legs parted for him. He was solid, bigger than Reggie. And I looked down as he rolled a condom on and yeah, he was bigger there, too.

His fingers stroked through my slick folds, sending another wave of wetness. He groaned as he pushed two fingers inside, his thumb rolling over my clit.

I was quiet, but not because it didn’t feel good. It felt too good. I wasn’t sure what Reggie would do if I seemed to enjoy it more than when I was with him.

“Don’t be a pillow princess, baby. Show him what I got.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Leigh snipped. “Shut up, or get out.”

Reggie chuckled but stopped talking.