Page 39 of Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

He sat on a cracked leather couch and pulled me down beside him. “Fine. How about I ask you again after you’ve had a few more drinks?”

The corner of my lips lifted. The beer tasted good, and I didn’t drink a lot so one was already having a pleasant, relaxing effect on me that I was eager to continue. “Ask me again later and I might have a different answer.”

“A different answer to what?” Whip asked, sitting on the other side of me on the three-seater couch that had more than enough room for him, considering I was sitting so close to Levi that I was practically on his lap.

Whip had two beers dangling from one hand, and he took the empty bottle out of mine and swapped it for a fresh one.

I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t even realized how quickly I’d been drinking it, but I wasn’t sorry. I’d had a seriously shit couple of weeks, and there was something about being behind solid iron gates, surrounded by dangerous men who wouldn’t hurt me, that made me just want to let loose.

Maybe it was the rush of commanding that meeting and getting my own way. Maybe it was just pure and utter exhaustion from a constant work schedule, combined with grief and uncertainty.

And there was more of that to come.

I’d freaking offered myself up as bait for a madman.

That was just…great.

But tonight, I was just going to sit here, drink a few beers, and pretend my life was normal.

That felt like the best plan I’d had in years.

I took another sip before I answered Whip’s question. “Levi asked me what I was thinking.” I tapped the side of my head with my forefinger. “But my brain is off-limits to the two of you right now.”

Whip settled back, twisting slightly so his body was angled more toward me. “Bet I can guess what you’re thinking.”

I grinned. “Doubt it.”

“You’re thinking about what a badass you were at that meeting earlier.”

I laughed. “You didn’t think I was a badass when I first showed up.”

“Fair. You took me by surprise, and I don’t ever want you getting hurt. But, sweetheart, you put me in my place.” He shrugged. “Not gonna lie, I thought it was hot.”

A smug smile of satisfaction but also one of appreciation for him settled on my lips. “Thank you. But that wasn’t what I was thinking about.”

“My guess then.” Levi shifted forward a few inches to put his empty beer bottle down. “You were thinking about how beautiful you look.”

I snorted on a laugh. “Yes, that’s definitely it. I think that every single day. Especially the days I wake up with one boob escaping my tank top, my hair a mess, and yesterday’s mascara still smudged beneath my eyes, panda style. Super sexy.”

Levi coughed and took another sip of his beer. “Fuck.”

Whip groaned. “That’s definitely what I’m thinking about now. Jesus.”

I shook my head. “Trust me, boys. That is not anything anyone wants to see.”

Whip pointed the lip of his bottle at me. “Oh, I very much disagree.”

“I’m with him,” Levi added.

I was sure X would have made a joke about that.

But I let it go. “At least you agree on something,” I said cheerfully. “You both agree you want to see me first thing in the morning. Maybe you both should?”

That was definitely the second beer talking.

Whip raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink. His perfect lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “You inviting us to spend the night with you, sweetheart?”

Something inside me clenched.

Levi let out a long, slow breath, his gaze stuck on me, waiting for my answer. “That really what you were thinking, Vi? You were thinking about the two of us taking you to bed tonight?”

Was I that obvious?

Except I knew I was. My gaze strayed back to War and Scythe and Bliss, who’d moved into the corner, behind the pool table.

They were mostly in shadows, but they weren’t deep enough to completely conceal what they were doing.

Bliss’s tits were out of her shirt, War’s hands and mouth all over them.

Scythe’s fingers gripped her hips, and he rubbed up against her from behind.

The scene wasn’t even unusual. It was still early, and there were plenty of people just standing or sitting around, talking like Levi, Whip, and I were.

But Grayson sat side by side with another man in a Slayers’ jacket. Grayson had his woman on his lap, but it was the biker who had his hands under her skirt. She was trying to keep a straight face, but it was very clear to me that she was very much enjoying whatever he was doing beneath it.

She too was a bigger woman, with thick thighs and belly rolls she didn’t try to cover up as Grayson stroked his hands across her midsection.

There was a tenderness in his touch and she snaked a hand to rest at the back of his neck.

She twisted, drawing him in for a kiss, while the biker watched, his hand still busily working her toward an orgasm they didn’t seem to care that everyone was watching.

A rush of excitement filled me, seeing these women with stretchmarks, and heavy breasts that weren’t perky, and arms that jiggled.

They had men who adored them. Men who worshipped the very ground they walked on.

There were body shapes of all kinds in this room.

Some of the other women were older, some younger.

Some skinny with fake tits that didn’t move, and others with barely any.

They were tall and short. Thick and not.

But the one thing that was obvious to me was that they were wanted here. Accepted. The men outnumbered the women three to one, easily. And hell, maybe some of them just wanted to get their dicks wet, and whoever they took that night would be nothing but a quick fuck, never to be repeated.

But the overwhelming feeling in the room was one of respect I wouldn’t have expected from a biker club.

I suspected it was a tone War had begun by being with Bliss, the way he was. His strong leadership had created this space, where women felt safe to be open and vulnerable with their sexuality.

And the vibe was contagious.

I realized I hadn’t even answered Levi’s question about whether I wanted him and Whip to take me to bed tonight.

Both of them were still staring at me, waiting on an answer.

Nerves suddenly rocketed around my belly.

My gaze strayed over Levi’s shoulder at Bliss and War and Scythe.

All three of them moved in unison. Both men thrusting into her at once, their hips rolling, her head dropped back on Scythe’s shoulder, her fingers clutching War for support.

How did that even work? Was one in her ass and one in her pussy? Were they both in her pussy?

I knew how big both Whip and Levi were.

I doubted I could do either.

Levi leaned in and kissed my neck. “Talk to us.”

Whip inched closer, his hand pressing against my thigh. The heat of it radiated through my skirt, and his thumb rubbed along the fabric, bunching it up a little with each stroke. It lifted higher and higher, until the hem was just above my knee and he was stroking my skin instead.

In terms of what else was going on in the room right now, this was tame. And yet I burned all over, both with desire for more and shock that I was letting two men touch me like this.

Whip’s hand slid a little higher, inching between my thighs, teasing them open with slow, gentle movements. His gaze bored into mine, so I knew he could see the desire there, hear the shocked, shallow breaths.

“Tell me to stop,” he urged.

My pussy throbbed, aching to have him move his hands just a few inches higher. “I can’t,” I admitted.

Levi’s hand squeezed the thigh closest to him. “Then say you want it.”

His finger brushed over my panties, and my breath hitched.

I was in the middle of a room full of people, and though I caught the glances of a few, nobody sat across from us to openly stare.

This wasn’t exactly like Psychos, where that sort of behavior was encouraged.

Sex was definitely in the air here, and Bliss’s moans from the corner charged the room with a sexual energy.

But Queenie and Aloha were slow dancing to an old song, their arms wrapped around each other.

Grayson and his partners were too involved with each other to notice what anyone else was doing.

Others were coupled off, and there was a group of guys, clearly the ones who weren’t lucky enough to have a woman between them tonight, sitting around a table, a very intense game of poker going on.

They’d clearly seen this sort of thing a million times before, because none of them blinked an eye.

Bliss, Scythe, and War having a full-blown threesome in the corner didn’t feel odd or even like a spectacle.

It just felt…hot. And bold. And…

Free.

That was a heady feeling, one I wanted for myself so badly.

I was so sick of twisting myself into knots, wrestling with guilt over everything I did, wondering if I was embarrassing myself or if people were staring at me.

I had always hated how tall I was, how thick.

It drew attention I didn’t want. Made me stick out of a crowd when I just wanted to blend in.

But here, with a few beers swirling in my system and danger looming on the horizon, I couldn’t care about any of that.

There was a high probability of me dying before I even had the chance to really live. It was just fact. I no longer felt like I was going to live forever. Toby’s death had put a big fucking dent in that notion.

If I was going to be bait to draw out this freak playing games with us, then I was going to fucking enjoy the time I had left.

I spread my thighs a little wider and lifted one hand to the side of Levi’s face, making sure I was looking him in the eye. “I want it.”

He groaned into my neck and slid his fingers that inch higher, tucking them beneath the elastic of my panties and stroking over my bare pussy.

Instantly, pleasure erupted there, and I wanted to close my eyes and sink into it. But I covered Whip’s hand, dragging it up to meet Levi’s. “I want you both.”

I knew that this would play over in my mind once I was sober.

I would probably be embarrassed and awkward, dying on the inside that I had been so bold and obvious.

My foster mother’s condescending voice in my head scoffed and laughed at me for thinking I, a fat woman, could have two beautiful men want me.

My stomach suddenly lurched as her voice filled my head with taunts about how every person in this room thought I was fat and ugly and making a fool out of myself.

Whip’s voice cut through all the noise. “Thank fuck.” His fingers slid higher. “Because all I can think about is how much I want to make you feel good. Just open your legs and let us.”

Levi pulled my thigh over his leg and drew my panties to one side.

Whip pushed two thick fingers straight inside me, filling the ache I so desperately needed filled.

“Oh!”

I tried to keep my cry quiet, so I wasn’t drawing the attention of the entire room, but Levi was in my ear, whispering the reassurances he didn’t know I needed while he held my panties between two fingers and rubbed my clit with a third. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Violet?”

I shook my head, not because I was being coy and just wanted compliments.

But because I wanted to believe him, and I just didn’t. How could I? I’d never had anyone treat me like he did.

Like they did.

I still mostly didn’t believe him or Whip or X were even real. Some part of me was just waiting to wake up from the dirtiest, most detailed dream I’d ever had in my life and go straight back to watching Grey’s Anatomy on the couch with Toby.

But Levi felt so damn real. So warm. His fingers on my clit were perfection.

And yet the doubts in my head never stopped. “I’m fat. Not beautiful.”

Whip paused, his fingers still buried inside me. “I fucking hate that you think you can’t be both.”

I blinked at him.

He leaned in and kissed me so damn hard I was sure my lips would be bruised tomorrow. His tongue demanded entrance, taking what he wanted, spinning my head in the process, his fingers finding the spot inside me that electrified my body.

I gasped, but his mouth swallowed the noise. He pushed me further, he and Levi now working together, their fingers moving in time, stroking, rubbing, sliding through my folds, taking me higher, driving me toward the edge.

Whip’s lips slipped from my mouth, dragging along my jaw to the soft skin beneath my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Violet. You can be both.”

His words broke something inside me.

He wasn’t telling me I wasn’t fat. I hated when people did that. I wasn’t blind. I knew that I was.

Whip was acknowledging what all of us already knew.

And telling me I was beautiful anyway.

It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life, and it was his words in my ear more than their fingers between my legs that pushed me over the edge.

When I went, I fell hard, my head tipping back, brain spinning, entire body convulsing around their fingers.

Shit, were they finger fucking me together?

The realization sent me into another shock wave of pleasure, until the room around me blurred and the people in it disappeared.

“Fuck…”

I was vaguely aware of Levi groaning.

“I need you naked, Vi. Need to see every fucking inch of you the next time we make you come.”

I couldn’t even respond. I was completely boneless, blissed-out, riding the high of the orgasm wave all the way to the shore because it was one of the best I’d ever had.

When Levi lifted me off the couch, I didn’t even freak out over the fact he was carrying me.

I didn’t protest about how much I weighed.

I just reveled in the knowledge that he could. That he wanted to.

And that I could be both fat and wanted.