Page 44 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

The front door closes, leaving behind a cold breeze that fights the warmth of the fireplace. Maverick was supposed to be resting out at his trailer. He has two bullet wounds. One in his shoulder, and the other closer to his chest. I’m glad I didn’t see all that as the shootout was going down or I’d have probably passed out again.

I tug on my fur boots and grab my jacket out of the hallway closet. A change of clothes is probably in order, but at this point, the guys have seen me in my flying saucer pajama shorts and matching tee before. They might have even seen me wearing it the last three days straight. For the record, I did shower. The clothes are just comfy, and pregnant women get excuses, right?

Outside, snow falls lightly, and though it’s nearly dusk, the light is still out on the outside of the old gray barn that sits onthe opposite side of the property. In the detached garage a few feet away, the rolling doors are closed, but I hear country music playing. Holden and Rhett’s trucks are both parked out in front.

They must be working on their bikes together. I haven’t lived here long, but I noticed at least once a day, the guys disappear to the garage for an hour to‘work’on their bikes. Sometimes, I’ll pop out with a snack and they’re actually installing a new exhaust system or replacing handlebars for something more custom. But most of the time, they’re drinking beer around their bikes… which is just as important, I guess. Truth be told, I love that they have this together. They need time to be men, to bond, to build a brotherhood that will carry them through forever.

I open the garage door, and I’m met with a burst of warm air, exhaust, and motor oil. As I expected, all three men are leaned against the toolbox with beers in their hands.

Tight t-shirts, jeans, and tattoos. I think I have a type, though Holden is still wearing his button-down shirt and a pair of slacks. I still don’t know how we’re going to make any of this work considering the fact that he’s my therapist, but I’m taking small wins right now.

“Hey, trouble.” Rhett is closest to me, pulling me into his grip before I’m a few feet into the door. “I missed you.” He kisses my lips gently and I taste the sweet hops on his lips. “We were just talking about you.”

“Yeah?” I smile and make my way around the room, kissing Holden, then Maverick. He came home with stitches and a bandage on his shoulder, so I’m careful when I touch him. “What about?”

“Can’t wait for you to have this baby so we can get our old lady on these bikes.” Maverick lobs his good arm around my shoulder and kisses me again. “Thought maybe you wouldn’tmind coming out and letting us take some pictures of you for the wall.”

Holden glances at the free space above the toolbox. “We’re thinking a 12 by 24 right there.”

“Pictures? Now? I’m a literal mess. Maybe you didn’t notice my pajamas? They’ve been on repeat for days.”

Rhett grins. “That’s okay. You’re not wearing your pajamas for the picture.”

“What am I wearing then?”

Please don’t say nothing. I pretend I’m confident, but I’m not. Not in the slightest. I am, in fact, the most unconfident person on the planet.

“Nothing,” Maverick adds, stepping behind me to strip the coat off my body. “We want you as you are.” He kisses the back of my neck, then lands his hand on my throat. “Your soft skin, your red lips, those perfect tits, and that bare pussy on the seat of the bike.”

My clit throbs at the feel of his warm breath on my neck, and at the idea of stripping down for them and putting on a show. Unfortunately for them, I’d have no idea what I was doing.

Holden and Rhett join the group, their hands on my skin warm and rough. Tingles spread over my body, and though I’m a little terrified for what’s coming, orhowit’s coming, I’m ready for whatever happens.

“Can we strip you down?” Holden’s voice is close to my ear, as someone else’s hand tucks under the short shirt.

I nod, holding my breath as my shirt is lifted up and off my frame and tossed onto the bench to the left.

“You look stressed, little one,” Holden continues, his voice raspy. “Should we relax you first?” His hand lands on my chin, and he draws my lips up to his, kissing my mouth with an open kiss as hands roam my bare chest, stomach, back, and shoulders. Hot breath, warm lips, calloused hands, and eager touches.

Shit! I stagger in a breath as my brain loses all control.

Rhett smiles. “Is that a yes?”

He’s really gonna make me say it.

“Should we relax your little body? Make your thighs shake? Bend you back on that bike until you’re dripping come?”

Okay… this can’t be real. This is the epitome of everything I’ve ever longed for.

“Yes,” I stutter. “Yes, please.”

That simple acknowledgment is all it takes and I’m instantly naked. I’m naked, and the men are stripping offtheirclothes. I’m naked, and my heart is thumping wild against my chest. I’m naked, and every fantasy I ever had is about to come true.

Chapter Seventeen

Molly

I must have missed a chapter in the reverse harem I was just reading because I don’t remember the part where the heroine is bent over sucking one cock, while another is in her pussy and the other in her ass.

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