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)
“Who's Nat?” asks Summer.
Badass grins, huge. “My old lady. She's due any day now or she'd probably be here. I can't fucking wait.”
“Old lady is a good thing, right?” Summer whispers in my ear.
“Yeah, she's with this bruiser, Animal and Quickshot.”
I see her do some mental math in her head. “The four of them are all together, and they're having a baby?”
Crash chuckles. “Tends to happen a lot if you've got three men who all want a piece.”
“I told you we liked to share,” Preacher says smoothly, and I see Summer get all soft and shy.
“Come on, dance with me.” I take her hand and pull her into the crowd.
It's not really a dance club, but all I need is a beat to move to and Summer's curvy body pressed against mine. She moves hesitantly at first, but as soon as her arms go around my neck, she leans in and follows my lead.
“You're pretty good at this,” she says, looking up at me through her lashes.
“I've had practice.”
“With lots of women?”
I laugh. “None as pretty as you.”
She blushes and presses closer. “You're sweet.”
“Not usually.” I kiss her forehead. “But I can be for you.”
“What about Crash?”
“I'm not sweet for him,” I say with a wink.
“That's not what I meant!”
I grin. “I know.”
She pokes me in the side. “Be serious.”
“Okay, okay.” I spin her around and pull her back against me. “Crash and Preacher are my brothers. We work as a team for the club, and it wouldn't be that way if I didn't trust them with my life. We're not nice guys, Summer, but they're good fucking men. The best. Eagle-eye doesn't fuck around with who he lets in. You seem pretty fucking obsessed with Crash, and I get it. You have history, but I gotta be straight with you. If you aren't in this for all of us, you need to decide now before this gets really fucking messy.”
She looks up at me, eyes wide. “I don't understand.”
“I'm saying I'm not a fucking plus one, and neither is Preacher.” I slide my hand down her back and cup her ass. “If you want to be with us, you're gonna have to accept that we're all in this together.”
“Devil,” she whispers. “It's not like that. I don't—”
Summer stretches up on her tiptoes and kisses me, it's a little hesitant and awkward, but I slide my tongue into her mouth and take over. She moans softly and presses herself against me. Fuck, she tastes sweet. Over her shoulder, I see Crash coming over as Preacher sips his beer and watches with a smile. Crash gets right up behind Summer and pulls her flush with him so she's sandwiched between us. She gasps and breaks the kiss, turning to look at him.
“Hey,” he says softly. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathes. “I'm fine.”
He nuzzles her hair. “Good.”
I keep dancing, pulling her back against me while Crash holds her from behind. She turns her head and he kisses her. They look fucking hot together. I'm pretty sure she's fucked either him or Preacher since I had her in my bed, and I'm really fucking curious about how dirty our innocent little angel here wants to get.
Crash slips his hand under her shirt and caresses her breast. She whimpers and grinds her ass against him. He groans and kisses her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She arches her back, pushing her tits into his palm. With me in front, I block most of the view, and I slip the zipper down on her jeans and push my hand inside. She's wearing panties, but they're soaked through already.
“Fuck,” I growl, stroking her through the thin fabric. “You're so wet.”
“Mmm,” she moans, grinding against my hand. She looks like she’s completely forgotten where we are.
“This is fucking hot,” Crash growls into her ear. “You like his fingers, sunshine?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I chuckle and push her panties aside, sliding two fingers inside her tight little pussy. She cries out, leaning her head back on Crash's shoulder as I finger fuck her right there in the middle of the crowd. Her juices are running down my hand and I can tell she's close to coming. Over at the bar, Badass points at us and says something to Preacher, who heads our way.
“It's being suggested that we take this somewhere more private,” he says with a smirk.
Seriously? “That's rich coming from him.”
Preacher laughs. “I think that's part of it. If Nat’s stuck at home and he can’t fuck around in public, he doesn't want to have to watch us do it either. What do you think, angel?” He puts his hands under her chin and lifts her face to look at him. “Are you ready to really celebrate?”
Summer gulps. “Okay.”
22
SUMMER
Now that I've said okay, I realize I have no idea how this actually works. I’ve had sex a grand total of two times ever, and never with more than one guy at the same time. Until I met them, I didn’t even know that was a thing!