Page 38 of Outlaws’ Runaway

Poe stands. “Sounds good. I’ll go check on her.” He pauses. “And let her know that if she’s up for it, we’ll meet her at the party.”

“All of us?” I ask.

Savage grins. “All of us.”

21

PAIGE

“Are you ready?”Jessica grins widely as she drags me along.

“I think so? I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff at this point. It would take a lot to shock me.”

She snickers. “If you say so.”

“Are your guys meeting you there, too?” I know we're safe here, but I still feel a little nervous showing up to a biker party with just Jessica for company.

She’s wearing tight jeans, a crop top, and her own leather vest which proudly proclaims her status, but I don’t have anything like that to make it clear that I’m off limits to the other bikers.

I am, right?

Don’t feel fucking guilty about what you want. For now, you belong to the three of us.

Come to the party, enjoy yourself. Anything is fair game tonight.

I shiver at the memory of Poe’s loaded suggestion. I’ve been thinking about it all day. How could I not? I can’t stop thinking about how Poe’s mouth felt on my pussy, and how Savage’s perfect body looked in the shower, and how the last time Crank kissed me, it made me want so much more. But I’m scared that when this is over, it’s going to break my heart to leave and maybe they’re just bikers being bikers. Am I the only one thinking there might be more happening between us?

Jessica drags me up the front steps of the church. “Yeah, if they aren’t there already, they should be soon. Come on!”

The doors are thrown wide open to let in air, and slow, sinuous rock music is blasting from the speakers. It's the kind of music you have sex to. Inside is packed, and the lights are turned low. We have to press our way through, and more than one biker seems very appreciative of the physical contact. Not that any of them go too far, but we're definitely noticed.

“Your friend looking for some fun?” a burly man asks Jessica, making no secret of looking me up and down. “My face is certified in three states as the ride of your fucking life.” He might not be exaggerating, because he proceeds to stick out the longest tongue I’ve ever seen.

“Um, no thanks. I’m good,” I squeak out.

He shrugs. “Your loss.”

“Jesus, they just got here, Lash. She’s with Jess, and I’m pretty sure Savage’s crew have their eyes on her anyway.” The man who warns off Lash is tall and almost lanky compared to the rest of the bikers here. “Sorry. Haven't managed to house train him yet.”

“Oh fuck off.” Lash gives him a little shove, but our tall defender only laughs.

Jessica laughs too as we push past them, and bump into a couple who are in the middle of getting each other undressed right out in the middle of things. I get a handful of a boob that definitely isn't mine before I hurriedly pull back. Not that she noticed. The pretty girl with purple-dyed hair grins up at the lucky biker as she drops to her knees in front of him and wraps both hands around his undeniably impressive erection.

“This way,” Jessica says, not paying any attention to the blowjob happening right in the middle of the crowd. I tear my eyes away so I can follow without tripping over anything.

We pop out near the altar, and while I spotted several other people well on their way to being naked, I manage to not accidentally grope anyone else on the way. Jessica was right, this is pretty intense.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by the two strippers making out on top of the altar, but I still am. They're grinding together in time to the music, seemingly enjoying each other's company a lot more than worrying about whether the guys around them are watching or not. It’s not my thing, but I'd give a lot to have that kind of confidence.

Next to the altar, the baptismal font has found a new purpose, filled to the brim with ice and unopened beer bottles. Honestly, it's a wonder this whole place hasn't been struck down by lightning. Either that, or maybe God appreciates a good party, but I'm not going to ponder the theological implications of the Outlaw Sons’ decorating choices. There's more than enough to think about already.

“Hey, honey, there you are.” Powerful and athletically built, a handsome biker emerges from the crowd, smiling widely, his T-shirt tight and a Stetson hat on his head. He sweeps Jessica into his arms and leans her back for a kiss that's a million times hotter than anything else I've seen in here so far. The fact that he seems to be head over heels in love with her definitely adds a few degrees of heat.

“Gonna share?” A broad man with a voice like a rock quarry, his thick beard rivaling Crank's, pulls her away and lifts her up to kiss her. Her legs kick weakly for a moment before she responds to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck eagerly.

Instead of letting her down, he just passes her over to a man with cold gray eyes and short blond hair. He pulls her right in close and kisses her like he'll die if he doesn't. I swear Jessica literally melts in his arms.

She turns to me with a silly grin. “Paige, these are my men. Tex, Riot and Ghost.”

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