Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The clubhouse is right around the corner, so it doesn’t take long to get back inside and up to Crash’s quarters. My nervousness must be obvious, because Crash takes my hands and brings me over to his bed. He sits down and pulls me into his lap, stroking me slowly, like he's trying to calm down a nervous pet. I won't lie, that's kind of how I feel right now.
“We're not gonna hurt you, Summer. You know that, right?” His eyes look straight into my soul, or that's how it feels. Does he see all the butterflies in my stomach? Or sense how much I ache for them?
“I’m not scared of you guys.” I look around at the three of them. They're big, tattooed bikers who could destroy me without even trying, but crazy or not, it’s true. “I trust you—I just don't want to mess anything up. What if I disappoint you?”
“Shh.” Crash puts his finger on my lips. “It’s our job to worry about that, not yours. You couldn’t fucking disappoint us if you tried.”
I take a deep breath and nod. “Okay.”
“Good.” He grins as he grabs the bottom of my T-shirt and starts pulling it upwards. “Lift your arms.”
With my heart in my throat, I raise my hands up and let him undress me. Every new inch he bares makes my excitement rise with it. Devil's there to catch the shirt and pull it the rest of the way up. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispers reverently as it comes off, making me blush.
Crash puts his hands at my waist, sliding them down in a possessive caress to my hips. While I’m straddling him, he can't pull my pants down, but he works at my jeans as he grins up at me. He’s very different, but I can still see a glimpse of the boy he was the first time he kissed me, and it hits me again how wild this is.
I'm not just giving myself to three bikers, but one of them was my freaking step-brother!
The catch on my bra suddenly releases, and Devil’s clever fingers pull me back into the moment. Instinctively, my hands come up to hold the cups in place.
Crash laughs at my surprise. “Sunshine, it's a crime to hide a body like yours.” His hands skim over my arms until he wraps them around my wrists and pulls my hands away. The bra falls into my lap, leaving me bare for all three of them to see.
Devil reaches around to cup both of my breasts at once. His skin is rough and calloused, but his touch is expert. He captures my pebbled nipples between his fingertips and tugs on them as he kisses the back of my neck. I gasp and arch into the sensation, pressing my hips down against Crash. With him in front and Devil in back, I'm already right back where they left me at the bar.
“Stand,” Devil orders as he nudges me upwards, still cupping me. I don't want to get off Crash's lap, but whatever comes next, I'm sure I'm going to like it.
Love it.
Crash yanks down the zipper on my pants, then pulls them down over my hips. I'm nearly naked, and they’re all still fully dressed. I shiver, not because I’m cold, but I feel so vulnerable and yet excited. They're in charge, and I just have to follow their lead, but I might go crazy with need before we get anywhere.
I step out of the pants pooled around my ankles and find Preacher in front of me. He's tossed his jacket on a chair and pulled off his shirt. The kneeling lady tattoo with her mouth wide open is right in front of me. Are they going to ask for something like that? Me on my knees? Do I want to?
Everything I’ve been taught says no, but something deep inside me, right between my legs, says yes. Very much yes.
Preacher combs his fingers through my hair and leans down, his lips nearly on mine. “Are you going to be a good girl for us, baby?”
“Is that what you want?” I tease.
The next thing I know, his tongue's in my mouth and he's got an iron grip around the back of my neck as he holds me close. He kisses like he needs me to breathe. His short beard tickles my chin and lips, and his hold on me is as possessive as it is protective. I’ve experience them all at different times, but never all together, and it’s amazing.
While he kisses me, my panties are pulled down. I don't even know if it was Crash or Devil, since all I see is Preacher. I’m completely naked for all of them, and the only skin they're showing is Preacher's chest. Or at least, that's what I think, but when Crash and Devil stand, moving to either side of me, Crash takes one of my hands and pulls it down. He wraps my fingers around a piece of exposed flesh that definitely wasn't out a minute ago.