Page 114 of Whips and Chains
Which of course was actually ridiculous when I’d just spent half the night whispering I love yous to Levi.
I couldn’t be doing that with him, and then in the space of hours, preening on the inside over being Whip’s and X’s girlfriend too.
But Bliss did. Kara did. Rebel did. All three of them had multiple partners, and not one of them seemed to be questioning their life choices like I was. They were just enjoying the benefits.
But I couldn’t imagine walking down the street with three men. What would date night look like? Me, sandwiched between the three of them in a café booth, or making out with all of them in the back row of the movies?
And why did the idea of both seem so appealing?
At least it did until I started thinking about what the people outside these clubhouse walls would think.
I knew exactly what my foster mother would have said.
Slut.
Whore.
Any other derogatory word she could have come up with.
Hell, she’d called me those things when I was a virgin too. Every time I’d even turned in the direction of my foster dad, she’d called me a little ho. It was where I’d learned to keep my eyes on the floor.
Levi watched me pace from the bed, and on what was probably my hundredth lap, he caught my hand. He leaned over and found a motorcycle helmet beneath his bedframe and pushed it toward me. “Put that on. Let’s go for a ride.”
I hesitated. “We should wait for them to get back. The plan—”
“You’re going to wear a hole in the already pretty threadbare carpet if you keep pacing like that. Us sitting here isn’t going toget them back any faster. And we can’t talk about any sort of plan without them.”
I still hesitated.
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s either that or I spend the rest of the day going down on you.”
I laughed. “You say that like it’s a punishment.”
“It will be when I don’t let you come.” He smirked, but it settled into something gentler. “Put the helmet on. I fucked you so many times last night and this morning, you have gotta be sore.”
I had to admit, I was. But I didn’t regret a single thing I’d done. The two of them…the things they’d done to my body, and then Levi again this morning, telling me he loved me…I was going to remember every second of that for the rest of my life.
The gentle throb of my pussy, reminding me how well it had been used, was nothing to complain about.
But maybe it could use a break.
Though straddling a vibrating motorcycle and wrapping my arms around Levi’s thick midsection to feel up his abs while we rode didn’t exactly seem like giving the old vajajay a breather, but whatever.
I took the helmet and tugged it on. “Let’s go.”
When I’d gotten on the back of Levi’s bike, I’d expected a cruise down the bluff road that ran along the beach and connected Saint View to Providence. Or maybe in the other direction, to the city.
But Levi took the road that led into the center of Saint View.
It wasn’t exactly much of a drive, and it certainly wasn’t picturesque. The main strip that ran through Saint View was as dingy as it ever was.
But Levi stopped the bike outside Saint View Tattoo, and a tiny bit of smug satisfaction curled through me. I waited until he’d turned the engine off and then said in his ear, “You changed your mind about Dax tattooing me then?”
He twisted and pulled me forward by the chin strap on my open-face helmet. He kissed my mouth. “Not a fucking chance is that man looking at your pussy after I spent all morning pounding it.”
I laughed. “Charming. Why are we here, then?”
Levi sucked in a breath. “I’m going to ask him for a job.”
