Page 39 of Karma

“Let me guess, because she liked you so much,” I hear myself say and wish I didn’t.

He gives me a look I can read perfectly well… he’s asking the same thing Grim was, and no, I am not jealous. I just want to get out of this lobby bar where I’m sure at least ten cameras are currently trained on me.

“You catch more flies with honey,” Scorpio says. “At least that’s what Honey always used to say. I thought it was lame, but I eventually realized she was right. So let’s go up.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I instantly feel better. Like he’d placed a blanket over me on a cold night. Or given me a drink when I was really thirsty. That kind of better.

“You and Joker must be pretty well off the way you’re throwing money around,” Grim says as we enter the golden elevator, which I’m pretty sure is plated with actual gold.

“We’ve always been good at taking what we need,” Scorpio says. “And eventually we got so good, we now have a lot more than we need.”

“We could use some of that too,” Grim says and I’m pretty sure he’s saying it because of my sharp words earlier.

The weight of Scorpio’s arm around my shoulders grows uncomfortably heavy. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

There’s the kind of darkness in his voice I usually associate only with death.

“Because we gotta keep this a secret?” Grim asks, pointing at the three of us and grinning. “So he doesn’t get mad?”

“Nah, Joker doesn’t care who I fuck,” Scorpio says. “It’s a different kind of brotherhood we share. And we’re in the final stages of that.”

Now those are some ominous words. He’s talking about the war with Devil’s Nightmare MC again, the one they’re planning on fighting in soon and now I truly don’t know if I’ll be able to enjoy this night at all. But then the golden elevator door opens directly into a huge room bathed in golden sunset light and I forget to be scared or worried or how to feel anything else bad.

“Nice,” Grim says as we walk into the living area with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that lead to an outdoor terrace. “I bet you can see all the way to Vegas from there.”

He walks to the windows to see if he’s right, and Scorpio laughs as he leads me to check out the bedroom, his arm once again perfectly, pleasantly light over my shoulders.

That room is huge too, and most of it is taken up by the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.

“How’s that for clean sheets?” he asks.

I can only grin, and I answer him with a kiss that takes away the rest of my bad mood and fear. He’s right. All we ever have is today. And today is glorious. I don’t know when I forgot how to enjoy only that.

I motion Grim to join us and now I truly have all I want in this moment. And the ability to enjoy it to the fullest.

“I want both of you tonight,” I whisper. “Together.”

There was tension between us before. It rose up yesterday, was still strong this morning. But with my words, it flees as though chased away by a strong, gusting wind. A warm wind. A cleansing wind. Stronger than anything you can feel on the bike. And it makes me think this could be the beginning of something so special even my grief will lose its bite.

Especially as Scorpio kisses my neck, right in that knee-melting spot he can always find so well and so fast. Grim kisses me on the lips, feeding me his intense lust for me, for life and for the world and everything in it. They take off my clothes together, peeling off my tight leather skirt, tank top, panties and bra.

The sheer hunger in both their eyes as they graze over my nakedness makes shivers start in my bones. They rise to the surface of my skin like bubbles of pure untouched bliss.

I help them out of their clothes. But tonight is all about me, it seems, and I stop worrying about what that means as their kisses cover every inch of my skin, making every single tattoo on my body tingle as though alive.

I love how their lips and tongues against my skin, and my nipples, and all the other spots that make me gasp in pleasure and moan in bliss, feel so different from each other. Grim’s kisses are demanding and intense and he knows all my spots, the ones that make my toes curl and my eyes roll into the back of myhead. But Scorpio’s discovered some new spots too, previously uncharted. And while his kisses can be just as intense as Grim’s, he’s got a softer touch like I’ve never known before. It makes my whole body fill with more warmth than I know what to do with. Every new kiss, every nip, every bite on my nipple or my neck just adds fat little drops to it, threatening to make it overflow.

I’m touching them too, kissing the parts I can reach, grabbing what I can for support as the pleasure grows too intense.

Scorpio is working on my clit the way only he knows how, with slow licks followed by hard sucks, back to slow, then hard and each time, all that warmth threatens to take me under.

I take Grim’s cock and stroke it, making him shudder and groan and kiss me hard. Once I take it between my lips, he relaxes, tension flowing from his body, feeding the warm bliss in my belly. The familiar with the new. A dizzying combination which makes me glad to have a focus point, the hard throbbing cock of my long-time lover invading my mouth, as Scorpio—my new lover—does things to my clit and my pussy that I have no defenses against.

I come against his lips, the pleasure thundering through me, translating to a moan against Grim’s cock in my mouth, making him shudder again and push his cock in deeper.

I’m so ready for them both to fill me, I can hardly keep another thought in my mind. It’s been so long. So very long since I’ve had two men pleasure me. And the sting of that grief is sharp even in my blissful state.

I’m hoping that will fade soon. Because life does go on. I’ve had it shown to me over and over in the past two weeks… or ten days… or however long it’s been since I let Scorpio into my life. And if I let it, I’ll keep on seeing the light.

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