Page 48 of Dozer

A flare of need streaked along my spine, surged into my gut, and burned like acid. I’d seen what warped relationships did to people. I’d watched my mom and dad dance around her indiscretions.

Knowing Romeo already had the girl I wanted surged that bitterness of acid into my throat. He had her. I wanted her. The kiss this morning had only confirmed she wanted us both.

Romeo’s smile hardened with a determined edge. “The only way she comes between us is with one of us in front of her and the other behind her.”

Fuck, I was done fighting it. “Let’s go.”

I followed Romeo out of the MC. We climbed onto our bikes and headed to Pippa’s. My head was five miles ahead of me, imagining her reaction when we showed up together. I prepared myself to be theodd man out, the one who watched from the corner. Watching was only a small piece of what I wanted from her.

Our bikes rumbled up the driveway. As if we were pack hunters, we rested our bikes and approached the house as a pair, intent on claiming our prey.

Romeo knocked on the door. If I were here alone, I would have gone in through the window. I liked the flash of desire on her face when she realized it was me.

The door lock clicked.

“Hi,” she said and opened the door wider to let us in. Then she closed and locked the door.

I couldn’t tell if she’d been sleeping, but she was ready for bed. I hoped to fuck she was ready for more. Now that I was here, there was no way I was leaving. My throat tightened. If I was twisted, they were willing to spiral down with me.

Romeo wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into a kiss. Her arms draped over his shoulders. The over-sized T-shirt lifted, giving me a peek of her tiny white lace panties and luscious ass. Clearly, he was most comfortable staking his claim on her. His tongue slid into her mouth, and his hand tangled in the long, dark curls cascading down her back.

Maybe because I’d broken in a couple times, I made myself comfortable on the couch. I pull my 9mm from my pants, made sure the safety was set, and placed it on the coffee table. Then I shrugged out of my cut.

“I’m getting a drink,” Romeo said.

She hesitantly sat next to me on the couch. She ran her hands along her trim, bare thighs. The scent of her perfume hit me first, then the soft fragrance of warmth and woman. I wasn’t sure how long it took to get a bottle, but I took advantage of the quiet, intimate moment we had alone.

I wrapped my hand around her neck and tugged her closer. “Are you sure?” I asked her, my lips a breath away from hers.

She licked across my lips. “Don’t leave me.”

As if someone counted me down, a timer waiting to detonate, my mouth collided with hers. I crushed her against me, sliding my tongue between her lips. Teeth clashed. She whimpered as I fought to get closer, to crawl inside her.

I growled, cupped her breast, and pinched her nipple through her thin cotton shirt.

“Fuck.”

I pulled back with the sound of Romeo’s whispered word. He tipped a bottle of Jack to his lips. He’s stripped out of his cut and his shirt. Jeans hung low on his hips. I’d watched Romeo with girls, but this was too intimate. He was my brother, my best friend. I worried what we would be tomorrow.

Then Pippa stood from the couch, fingered the edge of her T-shirt, and lifted it over her head. Fuck, I didn’t care about tomorrow. I didn’t care about anything but tonight.

I swallowed the extra spit in my mouth. She was fucking curves and temptation. Hard nipples centered on full, round breasts. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and hung in waves down her flawless olive skin.

Romeo closed in behind her and covered her tits with his rough, tattooed, hands. Her gaze locked on mine as his mouth slid along her neck.

“Fuck, Pip, you smell so good.” His fingers trailed along the flat plain of her belly, a slow, sensual slide lower, dipping behind the lace of her panties.

He lifted his head and stared at me as he slid his finger deeper. “She’s fucking soaked, Doze.”

“Strip her,” I said, the edge of my voice sharp to my own ears.

Romeo hooked a finger into her panties and tugged. The scrap of lace slid along her legs. Once she stepped out of them, he rose and tossed them to me. I rubbed my thumb against the creamy dampness at the crotch.

Pippa’s eyes closed as she took a small step wider and leaned back against Romeo. He glided his fingers to the waxed smooth apex between her legs and thrust two inside of her. Then he lifted his hand and sucked her flavor from his fingers. “She has the sweetest pussy.”

He tipped the bottle for another drink.

She tilted her head back, and he poured whiskey into her mouth. The column of her neck stretched as she swallowed. Then her gaze met mine as she licked a drop from her lips. I wanted that tongue, the way her lips curved up at the corners, the desire banked in her shimmering eyes.

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