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)
As soon as I leave the bathroom, Crank holds up a pair of handcuffs and jingles them. “Sorry, honey, but for the moment we have to play it safe.”
I’m too tired to be upset, and it doesn’t really surprise me that they don’t trust me not to try and run because I might. Heck, I was already daydreaming about it. I hold up my arm. “Let’s get this over with.”
Crank chuckles. He clicks one end closed around my wrist and the other around a support post near the bottom of the headboard. “You know, back at the club, there's plenty of sluts who'd beg me to do this.”
I glare up at him. “Well if that’s what you want, then you should’ve taken Lee and her friends up on their offer earlier. And who the heck says slut anymore? The nineties called, they want your misogyny back.”
“Whoa, hold the fuck up. Let’s get a few things straight. First, I ain’t got shit against what anyone chooses to do with their own body, but if I want pussy, I don’t need to pay for it.” He leans in close, his blue eyes locked onto mine. “Second, I know you’ve clocked our cuts. The three of us are full, blooded members of the Outlaw Sons MC. It’s not always the prettiest life, and the only way out is in a bag, but there’s plenty of women who enjoy the kind of men we are. Slut is just slang for the ones that become regulars. No harm meant and they don’t give a shit.”
I feel a little stab of guilt. “I'm… I'm sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Yeah you fucking did, but I get it. You don’t know us for Jack. You’re how old?”
“Twenty,” I say defensively. I feel like I’ve aged about a decade in the past six months.
“Shit, even Poe has a couple years on you. Go to sleep, kid. Tomorrow’s problems aren’t going anywhere.”
“I’m not a kid,” I grumble, trying to get comfortable.
Crank helps pull the blanket up for me and brushes a lock of hair off my forehead, lightly running his fingers over my scalp. “I know. A lot can happen in twenty years. We're gonna be right next door. Got some talking to do. Like Savage said, we’ll take turns keeping an eye on you, so if you wake up, don’t freak the fuck out.”
I yawn. They’re worried I’m going to try and escape, but right now I feel safer than I have in a long time. “I won’t.”
Crank shakes his head, a strange look on his face. “Maybe you should.”
For a while I pretend to sleep, trying to hear what they’re saying in the other room, but their voices are deep and quiet, so all I hear is a soothing rumble. Listening to the relaxed, friendly way they talk makes me a little wistful. I haven’t had anything like that since I finished school. Slowly, steadily, I float off to sleep.
“She’s all ours now,” Crank says with determination.
“Yeah. We won her fair and square.” Savage's voice is low, smooth.
“So fucking beautiful,” whispers Poe, strangely close to my ear, his tone rich and seductive.
Is this a dream? I think it's a dream. Everything feels fuzzy and not quite right, but so very, very real.
I’m caught in a dual awareness. My conscious mind is trying to make sense of what’s happening, while on another level, I’m perfectly happy to spread out for them on the bed, my hands cuffed behind my head. I'm completely naked, only covered by my sheets, and so are they, with the exception of Savage wearing a cowboy hat for some reason. Three glorious male bodies on display just for me. Maybe the porn video that was playing at Neil’s has given me unrealistic expectations of size and girth, but somehow I don’t think so.
Savage is at the foot of the bed, slowly pulling the sheets down, revealing me inch by goosebumped inch. The fabric slips down to reveal my breasts, dragging over my nipples with a tingly smoothness that has them standing proud. And as Poe descends on one nipple and Crank takes the other between his lips, I completely stop caring and let my subconscious take the wheel.
Holy crap.
The sheet slips past my belly button, and it's only moments before all of me will be exposed. This is my fantasy, but I'm still nervous about them seeing all of me—Oh! My back arches as Savage’s hot breath skirts over my sex. It’s not real, I tell myself, but it sure feels it. Suddenly I understand Georgia’s weakness for the idea of having multiple men. Three mouths, three cocks, six hands…So many possibilities.
Poe nips my nipple with his sharp teeth, sending a flash of pleasure-pain through me, then explores his way from my breast, up across my collar bone and onto my throat. Crank captures my released breast with his hand and manipulates my throbbing nipple with his clever fingertips while his tongue circles the other one, sucking it gently between his teeth and then flicking over the tip. The cuffs rattle when I try to bring my hands down to run my fingers through his thick, black hair, but I'm trapped, forced to let them do whatever they want.