Page 25 of Mile High With the Bikers (Screaming Eagles MC #10)

RORY

I squeal in shocked terror and leap onto Bull, who captures me in his arms and pushes me behind him. “Ever heard of fucking knocking?” he snaps angrily, pulling on his pants in record time.

Diesel, with a grinning Shrapnel behind him, shrugs. “Door was unlocked. You knew we were coming over after reporting in.”

“Fuck you, guys.” Bull turns to me. “You okay?”

I nod. It’s not like there’s anything they haven’t seen, but getting surprised by it feels a lot different than when everyone was around from the start.

I hide behind Bull, marveling at the detail in the huge tree of life design that covers nearly his entire back.

“How did it go? Do I… do I have to leave?”

Shrapnel looks surprised by my question. “Huh? No. You’re good. Prez is pissed as fuck at your dad, and if you hadn’t warned us then the conversation might’ve been a bit different, but he’s good with you staying here for now. Under one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You need to stick around long enough to help patch up whatever needs patching in order to keep us from being targeted by that Hades thing,” Diesel explains.

“Hermes,” I correct.

“Yeah, that.”

I grab my shirt and hold it to my chest, ducking out from behind Bull.

“It’s not that simple. Hermes is more complicated than just exploiting a security flaw.

For now I can keep it from being run at all if I have to, but when Dad realizes that I’ve done that, it’s only a matter of time before they figure out how to work around my Band-Aid. ”

“Can you do it?” Shrapnel asks. He comes closer, slipping off his cut and kicking off his shoes. There’s a flicker of heat in his gaze.

“Yes. I have to. Someone does. It’s just that it’s a little like trying to build a door that fits inside every frame. There are a lot of standards out there, but there’s always going to be someone that has a hobbit hole or a drawbridge.”

Diesel grins. “So what you’re saying is you might need to stay a while.”

“That is quite likely.” I swallow, suddenly feeling a little like a rabbit being circled by hungry wolves.

“What a shame,” Shrapnel adds. He starts pulling his tight T-shirt up over his washboard abs, one glorious inch at a time. “And we’ll have to keep a close eye on you.”

Bull chuckles, deep in his chest. “Good thing we make an effective team.”

“I think maybe we should remind her.” Diesel’s voice is as dark and explosive as his name. “You got a little taste on the plane, but how about we make good on showing you what you missed when we were interrupted?”

Am I curious about what it would be like for them all to have access to me at once, with no interruptions? Very much so, yes. “Okay. But someone better bring me a washcloth before anyone tries anything. Things got a little messy.”

They pull me to the bathroom. The washcloth is damp and so hot it makes me hiss as Bull brushes it softly over my chin and down my neck. He traces my collarbones before bringing it down to my breasts, where he seems happy to stay.

“I'm pretty sure you didn't get that much on my boobs.”

“Gotta be sure, angel,” he says with a little laugh and kisses me as he lets the washcloth drop into the sink. He cups my breast with his bare hand, and it's almost as hot as the cloth.

The three of them back me into the bedroom, stalking me like prey as they shed what’s left of their clothes.

Shrapnel drops his pants, revealing a bulge in his boxer briefs that's threatening to snap the elastic if he doesn't let it out soon.

Diesel tosses his shirt aside and opens his belt, popping the top button of his jeans.

I help tug them down his hips and he pushes his underwear off, leaving me up close and personal with his blood-swollen cock.

Wetting my lips, I wrap my fingers around it and feel his heartbeat as his pulse races under my touch.

Bull stands up next to Diesel, and I drop back to my knees, with two of them to play with. Feeling naughty, I give the head of Bull’s cock a lick.

“Fuck,” he hisses, watching intently.

Shrapnel's bare leg bumps against my shoulder, grabbing my attention. I look over, nearly bumping my cheek into his impressive length. I giggle. “You could've put my eye out with that.”

“Sorry.” He doesn't sound sorry.

Not to reward him for skipping in line, I lean in and take Diesel into my mouth.

He tastes of salt and skin, a hint of body wash teasing my nose.

Doing what seemed to work so well on Bull, I swirl my tongue around the ridged head, loving how his breathing quickens, and how he's subtly flexing his hips, pressing himself in and pulling out, taking his pleasure.

I reach up and stroke Bull and Shrapnel in unison, my fingers gliding easily over their slick flesh.

Their crowns glisten with precum, which I spread out as well as I can while I focus on Diesel's thickness between my lips. Molten heat pools in my core as my attention is split between the three of them. It’s a little overwhelming, but exciting at the same time.

Shrapnel digs his fingers into my hair and pulls me off Diesel, turning me so I'm facing him instead. “We share around here,” he says, wearing a sly grin.

Diesel shifts, taking my hand and wrapping it around his shaft instead while Shrapnel slides himself in between my lips. He covers my hand and uses it to control the tempo, groaning as our hands pump his cock together.

With Shrapnel’s hands in my hair, he guides me up and down his long shaft, moaning every time he bumps against the back of my mouth, testing my limits.

Knowing he might go a little deep comes with a weird kind of excitement and anticipation.

Closing my lips tightly around him, I suck hard as he slides out, and he groans deep in his chest.

Bull takes charge next, pulling me away from both Diesel and Shrapnel. Much to their annoyance since he had me all to himself not that long ago. “You should be fucking thanking me for getting the party warmed up.”

I'm so hot right now that I'm not the one to start counting favors, but when he pulls me into a deep kiss while hands undo my jeans and pull them down my legs, along with my panties, I'm not going to complain.

As soon as I'm fully naked, he drops me on the bed and slips a pillow under my hips, so he can easily open me for him.

I shiver with anticipation as his hot breath brushes over my pussy.

The first swipe of his broad tongue nearly launches me off the mattress. I even might have, if Shrapnel and Diesel weren’t on either side, holding me down as their hands wander my body. When I look up, Shrapnel’s pierced nipples are hovering right above me, frustratingly out of range.

Waves of pleasure wash over me while Bull's tongue swipes through my folds, the tip dipping into me as it passes by. The broad plane of his tongue presses into my clit, and I bury my fingernails in Diesel's thigh.

“Ow! Pull the claws in, wildcat.”

“Sorry,” I gasp, but he just laughs.

“A little blood's a small price to pay to see you go crazy.” Blood? I glance over and see pink semi-circles where my nails were. Holy crap.

I take a deep breath and let my eyes flutter shut, focusing on Bull’s tongue and what we must look like, the four of us together.

It shouldn’t feel this natural, but there’s no jealousy or struggle, just an effortless give and take.

Everything clenches. “I’m so close,” I groan, and then I'm weightless, hurtling through space as the colony of butterflies in my stomach escapes, tickling my nerves with their rainbow colored wings, from my head to my toes.

I melt, boneless into the bed, and I have to open my eyes just to make sure I’m still where we started.

“Welcome back, beautiful.” Shrapnel grins down at me. “You're alive.”

“I… I think so.” I crane my neck to find Bull grinning at me, his face absolutely glistening, and I can only imagine that comes from me.

He licks his lips, slowly and deliberately. “Strawberries,” he says with a wink.

“Oh my God. I don't think I've ever come that hard.” I roll over and stretch my legs out. “I think I'm jello. I'm just going to lie here and wobble if you try to move me.”

“Good thing you’re already where we want you.” Diesel grins down at me, his jutting cock so hard it looks painful.

I reach for him and smile. “I suppose it is a little unfair. This is the second time the two of you have had to wait.”

Shrapnel laughs, not looking upset about it. “At least this time the chances of getting interrupted by something exploding are lower.”

“But not zero,” Bull says with a snort.

It sounds like there’s a sex joke there, but before I can ask, Diesel rolls on a condom and settles between my legs.

He puts a hand on the center of my chest, and looks deep into my eyes as he pushes inside.

It’s a stretch, but I’m more than ready.

Shrapnel kneels at my side, and guides himself to my lips.

I open for him, and for the first time, I have two of them inside me at once.

It feels like giving them a little part of me that nobody else will ever have. If the step from kissing to sex is a milestone, this must be one, too.

At this angle, it's easy for Shrapnel to bump against the entrance to my throat with each thrust he makes. I try to swallow and keep my reflex under control, but there’s a lot happening, and it’s hard to focus.

When he catches me off guard, he backs up.

“Easy, baby girl. If you want it rough, I’m happy to give it to you, but use your hand to keep things how you like it.

” I nod, not letting him out of my mouth, but I wrap my hand around the base of his cock.

Diesel grips my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrusts. My breasts bounce with the movement, at least until Bull’s hot mouth comes down over one of my nipples and I let out a low groan. I put my hand on his head, holding him to me.

I never really pictured how sex with multiple people would work.

I think I assumed it would feel more like being passed back and forth and used.

Maybe it can be, but this is more like a dance where I float between my partners.

I’m being touched and stroked in so many places at once that my whole body has turned into one big erogenous zone.

Following some signal I missed, Shrapnel slips out of my mouth and moves down the bed as Diesel shifts forward, straddling my chest. Bull kneels at my shoulder.

He strokes my cheek, turning my face his way to guide his cock to my lips while Shrapnel fills the emptiness between my legs in one slick thrust. Diesel pushes my breasts together, watching me with those icy blue eyes as he slides his cock in the valley he created and I suck Bull into my mouth.

It's not long before we're all in a rhythm again. They work well together, but their techniques are different. Shrapnel moves fast and hard, and while Bull is the biggest, he seems to like taking his time. Diesel is playful, harder to predict, rawer, in a sense.

Just like before, right when I get to the point where my mind goes blank and I’m floating comfortably between them, they switch things up.

“Nooooooooo,” I moan. “I was almost there.”

Bull pulls out of my mouth and leans down to kiss me. “Get ready, angel.”

They get me on my hands and knees, and Diesel thrusts from behind, his hips slamming against my ass as Shrapnel feeds me his cock.

The mood shifts, getting rougher, more insistent.

We're coming up on the finish. I arch my back, groaning as Diesel fills me over and over while Shrapnel fucks my mouth.

I brace one hand at the base of his cock, but let him push me to my limits.

Every time he hits my throat, I clench around Diesel, who moans in response.

And the whole time Bull watches us, stroking his thick cock right beside me. We're all getting close and all the feelings are so intense, as we're all racing for the goal line.

Shrapnel goes over the edge first. He groans, and then his cum splashes onto my tongue, one big pulse after another.

I swallow some, while the rest slides down my chin.

Diesel leans forward and presses his fingers between my legs, coaxing my throbbing clit into giving up one more nearly painful orgasm.

When I cry out and my pussy clamps down, Bull groans and wet heat hits my back and shoulder, sliding down my arm.

“Fuck,” Diesel snarls, and then his cock flexes as his muscles contract, over and over, filling me as I shudder under him until he’s done.

Condoms disposed of, we collapse there for a small eternity before I dredge up the strength to groan. God, that was wild. Eventually I curl up into a little ball, absolutely fucked out. “Can we sleep here tonight? I don't think my legs work anymore.”

“You okay?” Shrapnel wraps himself around me as the big spoon, holding me close while my body settles down. “That got a little intense.”

I give them a weak thumbs up.

Shrapnel chuckles into my hair and Bull pats my shoulder. Diesel stretches out beside us, his foot absently touching mine and maintaining a little bit of connection. I don't know if I've ever felt so comfortable and protected, with big muscled bodies all around me.

I’ve spent my life trying to fill the emptiness with achievements, but they are what’s slowly filling the cold spaces inside, and the looming knowledge that this is just a temporary situation terrifies me, because now that I know what I’m missing, it’s going to hurt even more to lose it.