Page 66 of Motorycle Daddies

Grizzly hands the papers to Trap and walks over to the side of the bed. He mounts the bed, maneuvering my legs so that I’m lying on my back facing him. He pulls on my robe and I’m so relieved he doesn’t stare too long at my stomach. He’s too enraptured by my breasts and the fact that my legs are spread-eagle for him.

“Trap, you’re up,” Grizzly says. “I think it’s only fair for Meredith that I give a mouthful for a mouthful.”

He moves down to my inner thighs and kisses all along the inside of each leg. He’s making me excited for the feel of his tongue, which he flicks at the nub of my clit to really get me wet.

“What was the first vaccine to be developed against contagious disease?” Trap asks.

It’s hard to concentrate on any new questions with Grizzly working his tongue along my eager pussy, but I try my best to multi-task alongside my pleasure. Once again, I think through everything I can possibly think of as the answer flies into my memory, and I answer.

“The smallpox vaccine,” I say. I’m breathless. “You could have picked a sexier question.”

I lift my head and watch as Trap hands the papers to Dart and rips his shirt off over his head. God, I love that man’s body. He has no idea how sexy he is.

“You want a sexier question?” he asks.

He undoes the belt of his pants, unzips his jeans, and lets them fall to the floor. He moves his boxers down and his erection stands at attention right above my face. I want to taste it.

I push my body back toward the edge of the bed, Grizzy moving with me as I adjust.

Trap makes sure my head is hanging over the edge of the bed and places the head of his cock at my lips. “Can you tell me what my cock tastes like when it’s buried in the back of your throat?”

His question makes me blush, but I also don’t have time to answer before my open mouth is filled with his raging erection. He has far more control in this position, and he seems to be going a lot deeper than if I were on my knees or sitting beside him in the bed.

Finally, it’s Dart’s turn, and I’m so caught up in the moment that I’m not sure how I’ll get the words out to answer him, even if my mouth wasn’t completely occupied.

“Okay, let’s see…what is desquamation the scientific word for?”

“You just let me know when you need your throat back, baby,” Trap says as he continues to thrust himself into my mouth, so needy to take every bit of me he can reach.

I know this one. Or at least I think I do. I need to stop doubting myself. I’m convinced that’s probably the reason I can’t seem to get these questions right after I’ve reviewed them repeatedly. The sexual acts seem to be loosening me up and I can recall everything better.

I tap Trap’s thigh and he pulls himself out of me long enough for me to take a breath and state my answer. “It’s peeling skin.”

“Good girl,” Dart says, and I can’t see him undress while I’m hanging over the bed, but it only takes a few moments for me to feel him. He’s suddenly on the bed between Grizzly and Trap, sucking on my excited nipples and rubbing his fingers up and down my rib cage.

I’m overwhelmed in the best way. I don’t know how many rounds of this game we’re going to play, but I hope we can do this all night long. I’ll never be more ready for a test than I am now.

37

TRAP

Igrumble as I answer my phone. The ringing has been persistent, no matter how many of our guys know I’ve been in meetings all day.

“What?” I snap at whoever is on the other end.

“They’re moving two more this afternoon,” the voice on the other end says dryly. “If you don’t intercept ASAP, they’ll be sold into the ring with the Bratva and never heard from again.

I nod, realizing it’s my informant. He didn’t know I was in meetings, so I’ll let this one slide.

“Where are they moving them to and from, and when will they be at the interception mark?” I ask, reaching for a pen and pad of paper to jot down what Tag has to say.

“They’re being moved from the upper east side location to the brothel. The only stop they’re making is to look at fresh inventory at 235 West Broadway Street around six this evening,” he says before hanging up abruptly.

I run straight to Grizzly and Dart to relay the information he handed me. We have to plan this perfectly or else these girls might slip through our fingers. We can’t allow that to happen when we’re at war with the Bratva now. We have an obligation to these girls. The night we saved Meredith was supposed to be the beginning, so we need to follow through.

Four hours later, the guys and I are hiding out across the road from the address Tag gave me. This place looks just as suspicious as the brothel itself, and it irks me to think they might be housing women on the other side of the red door. It might as well be glowing in my face.

“I fucking hate this,” I say, looking back and forth between Grizzly and Dart.

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