Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Your friend looking for some fun?” a burly man asks Jessica, making no secret of looking me up and down. “My face is certified in three states as the ride of your fucking life.” He might not be exaggerating, because he proceeds to stick out the longest tongue I’ve ever seen.
“Um, no thanks. I’m good,” I squeak out.
He shrugs. “Your loss.”
“Jesus, they just got here, Lash. She’s with Jess, and I’m pretty sure Savage’s crew have their eyes on her anyway.” The man who warns off Lash is tall and almost lanky compared to the rest of the bikers here. “Sorry. Haven't managed to house train him yet.”
“Oh fuck off.” Lash gives him a little shove, but our tall defender only laughs.
Jessica laughs too as we push past them, and bump into a couple who are in the middle of getting each other undressed right out in the middle of things. I get a handful of a boob that definitely isn't mine before I hurriedly pull back. Not that she noticed. The pretty girl with purple-dyed hair grins up at the lucky biker as she drops to her knees in front of him and wraps both hands around his undeniably impressive erection.
“This way,” Jessica says, not paying any attention to the blowjob happening right in the middle of the crowd. I tear my eyes away so I can follow without tripping over anything.
We pop out near the altar, and while I spotted several other people well on their way to being naked, I manage to not accidentally grope anyone else on the way. Jessica was right, this is pretty intense.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by the two strippers making out on top of the altar, but I still am. They're grinding together in time to the music, seemingly enjoying each other's company a lot more than worrying about whether the guys around them are watching or not. It’s not my thing, but I'd give a lot to have that kind of confidence.
Next to the altar, the baptismal font has found a new purpose, filled to the brim with ice and unopened beer bottles. Honestly, it's a wonder this whole place hasn't been struck down by lightning. Either that, or maybe God appreciates a good party, but I'm not going to ponder the theological implications of the Outlaw Sons’ decorating choices. There's more than enough to think about already.
“Hey, honey, there you are.” Powerful and athletically built, a handsome biker emerges from the crowd, smiling widely, his T-shirt tight and a Stetson hat on his head. He sweeps Jessica into his arms and leans her back for a kiss that's a million times hotter than anything else I've seen in here so far. The fact that he seems to be head over heels in love with her definitely adds a few degrees of heat.
“Gonna share?” A broad man with a voice like a rock quarry, his thick beard rivaling Crank's, pulls her away and lifts her up to kiss her. Her legs kick weakly for a moment before she responds to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck eagerly.
Instead of letting her down, he just passes her over to a man with cold gray eyes and short blond hair. He pulls her right in close and kisses her like he'll die if he doesn't. I swear Jessica literally melts in his arms.
She turns to me with a silly grin. “Paige, these are my men. Tex, Riot and Ghost.”
Am I envious? Just a little. She found not just one guy who worships the ground she walks on, but three.
“I should’ve known I’d find you here. Watching,” Savage whispers in my ear.
I whirl to find him behind me, and the moment we make eye contact, it feels like I’m right back in his bed, watching him pleasure himself while I do the same. Eeep! I still can’t believe I did that. We haven’t even touched, but it feels like we’ve done so much more.
He puts his finger under my chin and tilts me up to meet a demanding kiss that has me tingling all the way down into my toes. We may not be like Jessica and her men with the confidence and familiar passion of many months together, but what we have is new and exciting. Something I desperately want more of.
Surrounded by loud music, alcohol and open sex, it's easy to just lean into it. I press my hands into his chest, exploring the shape of him through the thin fabric of his T-shirt while he shows me exactly how much he appreciates seeing me. And when he holds me close, I’m very aware of the impressive length pressing against my hip.
“Man, just because he's an officer, he thinks he's allowed to be fucking greedy. I’m starting to feel fucking left out.” Crank's rough voice is right behind me. He puts his hand on my side and slides it down my hip.