Page 43 of Single Mom for the Bikers

Phoenix pulls back, and I instinctively follow him, not wanting to end the kiss. He laughs softly and puts a finger on my lips, like it's holding his place while he speaks. “Still with us? I want nothing more right now than to rip off your fucking clothes and take you right here, but we’ll take it as slow as you need, baby. The wait will be pure. Fucking. Agony.” He spaces each word out for emphasis to make sure I don’t miss a syllable. “But we’ll make it worth it.”

Oh God. Was that a threat or a promise? Last night with Havoc was the first time in years that I’ve been with a man, and now two? I love that they’re worried about me, but I’m not made of glass.

I stick my tongue out and lick his finger. He grins and changes the angle so I can suck it into my mouth.

“That your answer?” growls Sledge into my ear.

The moment I nod, my shirt is pulled up past my breasts, right up to my neck.

“Lift your arms,” Phoenix orders. He’s a little bossy. I think I like it.

They make my shirt disappear, replaced with four strong hands that explore me all over. Sledge captures my breast, his thick fingers finding my nipple through my bra. Phoenix takes my jaw in two hands, with the thumbs under my chin and the fingers behind my neck. This time, when he kisses me, it's rough. Demanding. He captures my lip between his teeth and tugs, just a little, before pushing his tongue into my mouth. Sledge works at opening my jeans with his free hand. I hardly know what to do with myself.

Reaching out, I trace the outline of Phoenix's erection in his jeans. Last time I was shocked and couldn’t enjoy it, but this time I can explore, marveling at the thickness, amazed that this is my life right now. But God, do I feel alive.

I kiss him back with everything in me, while Sledge and I get our respective jeans buttons open at the same time. I easily get Phoenix's zipper down, but it's harder for Sledge with mine, the way I'm sitting. His obvious solution is to move me.

I squeak in surprise as he lifts and deposits me right on his bed. “Hey!”

My pants are yanked down to my knees, my panties going with them, and then they're down my ankles and gone. All I've got left is the bra, and Phoenix fixes that easily enough. “You're so fucking beautiful, it's a fucking crime that you have to wear clothes. If it was up to me, you’d be naked all the time, little momma.” He runs his fingers through my hair and pulls it back so he can see my face. The pure possessiveness in that lust-darkened gaze has me weak all over.

“Except,” says Sledge, “I don't wanna share this view with anyone else. No fucking way.”

He slides his hands up the backs of my thighs and they position me on my hands and knees. Sledge is behind me with one hand on each cheek. From back there, he can see… everything! I feel so exposed, but so excited, so… owned? Is that bad? But God, after years of centering my life around my daughter, it’s exhilarating to have these men focused on me.

Sledge kisses my ass cheek, hot surprising touches on my tingling skin. Meanwhile, he's pushing my knees apart as faras they'll go, opening me for him to explore. “You're fucking soaked,” he growls.

His fingers slip between my folds, teasing them and getting wet with my juices. He explores, makes me wiggle my ass as I try to get his fingers exactly where I want them. The tips slip inside, just briefly, then back out and up front, spreading my slickness onto my clit and making me shut my eyes tight as all I do is feel.

The rustle of jeans dropping has me open them right back up. I find Phoenix naked in all his glory, covered in scars and tattoos, and a solid blue and yellow bruise on his side, probably from the bar fight. It doesn't seem to bother him, though. At least not from how big and hard he is right now.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

“Not invited to the party,” Phoenix says. “ 'Cause we're gonna do some sinful fucking things to you tonight.”

And here I thought I couldn't get any hotter.

Phoenix kneels on the mattress, just a little too far away for me to touch. He points right at his jutting erection. “Come,” the order is low and growly, slipping through me like it’s tugging right on my core.

I obey, crawling until my face is only an inch away from Phoenix's cock. It looks even bigger up close. I put my arms on his thighs to brace myself, then lean forward and place a little kiss on the very tip. I love the sound of his surprised drawn breath. What, they don't think I can be forward too?

Sledge grabs the backs of my thighs in his huge hands, and then swipes his tongue through my folds. Oh wow. I close my eyes and moan, forgetting all about Phoenix for a moment to just enjoythe hot path of Sledge’s tongue. A soft sigh slips out of me as he teases and licks me, even lifting me up to get at my clit. Instinct says that messing around with men that are so much bigger and stronger than me is playing with fire, but there's something about a man that can put you in any position he wants to please you that's intoxicating.

Phoenix pulls my hair into his fist and wraps it tight. He tilts my head, forcing me to look up at him. His dark gaze gets my heart racing. I thought I’d left my love of bad boys behind in my teenage years, but apparently I’m still easy prey. I’m just smarter about who I let catch me. Hopefully.

“Are you going to make me?” I ask playfully as I capture my lower lip between my teeth and glace up through my lashes.

His response is using my hair for a handle as he guides me to his cock. I don't make it easy this time, keeping my lips closed until I can taste him. “Open,” he orders in a hard voice that has me quivering. It's hard to disobey, but I want to see what he does, shaking my head even as I let just the tip of my tongue out to flick him.

If Sledge can tease me, I can tease Phoenix.

“Sledge,” he says.

A microsecond later, my ass flares up in a flash of pain as the smack of flesh on flesh echoes through the room. I gasp in reflex, and then suddenly my mouth is full of cock, hot and slick. Sledge spanked me!

“That's more like it,” Phoenix lets out in a soft groan as my tongue slides around the sensitive edge of his crown. “Show me what you can do and I promise we’ll make it worth your while.”

Cocky? Definitely. But do I also know they’ll follow through? Oh yes. We're playing games here, but the kind of games we all win.

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