Page 8 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

“I go first,” he whispers.

My nails dig into his back as he plunges deep inside me, filling me in the most carnal way imaginable. I let out a cry of pleasure. The sensation is almost too much.

“She’s so fucking wet for us,” he growls, his voice raw.

“Mmm, yes, she is.” Tank purrs in my ear as his fingers trace over my tits. Vance positions himself beside me, his eyes dark and unreadable, drawing my mouth into a long deep kiss. His tongue glides against mine.

My heart races like a hammer against my chest while my hips grind against Hawk in an unspoken request for more.

It's not just a dream. I can feel the weight of their bodies against mine, hear their raspy breaths in my ear. The cool night air brushes against my naked skin.”

“Soon enough, you'll be begging for all of us, won't you, Izzy?” Vance murmurs.

I gasp as my eyes fly open, a shudder rolling through my body, leaving me cold and clammy with sweat. My heart races, my chest heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath. The room spins around me as I jerk upright, staring into the dark abyss of my living room.

The dream was so vivid. It felt real. So... goddamn real. They felt real. Tingles still linger on my skin where their hands and mouths had been moments ago, my pussy throbbing as if just fucked by those three men.

I peel myself off the couch and grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

Standing by the sink, I stare out the window at the dark night.

It’s just the stress from work, I tell myself. I rub my eyes then fill my glass a second time.

The cold water soothes my nerves. All those hours of staying up trying to catch the Puppeteer, being at the crime scene, and seeing the Hellfire Riders are piling on top of me. I rake my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath.

Those men are far from my home and me.

“It’s just a dream,” I whisper to myself. “Nothing more.”

3

HAWK

Fuck. My shoulders and chest are sore, I roll them back, quickly stepping off my bike. Rock and roll blasts through the club house. The evening air is heavy with the sweat scent of burning weed. I thought a quick early night ride might help soothe my thoughts, but I was wrong, and now, I’m late to whatever the hell Vance and Tank got planned.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. I’ve got a damn headache coming on and I’m not in the mood, but Vance said I should come out tonight. He was adamant I wouldn't want to miss this. There’s a long stretch of bikes parked out on front.

So here I am.

Can’t let the guys think I’ve left them. A cool breeze rushes through the thick tall trees that surrounded the well-loved bar. I like to think of this place as my own wolf den hidden in the dark, heavy woods. It’s nothing pretty but it’s the place my brothers to let loose and catch a breather every now and then.

I push through the swinging doors, round the corner. The place if full tonight, each one of my men wearing their Hellfire patches proudly. Hanging out near the pool tables are Mace and Gunner, along with Vance. It’s dimly lit in here with the familiar blanket of smoke covering the air. Vance must be in charge ofthe music because Red Hot Chili Peppers is blasting through the scratched speakers. I run a hand through my sweat covered hair, groaning as I take a seat at the bar.

“The hell’s everyone all amped about?” I ask.

Jacks, our resident bartender, slides a whiskey my way. “You’re late, Hawk.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter before tossing back the entire drink.

Fuck me. I needed that. “So, what’s going on?”

He eyes me for a long while, silent gray eyes studying me. I stare him down. I’m not in the mood to be picked apart. Though, I’ve hardly been in the mood for anything, except getting shit down around here, which no one seems interested in.

They don’t understand, and I can’t expect them too either.

I’m the one responsible for all this, for the whole gang. I grasp the glass tightly in my fist, waiting as Jacks takes the cue to fill it back up. If I’d been better, more on my game then I wouldn’t have lost one of the guys.

“You honestly don’t know?” Jack’s ask.

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