Page 103 of Whips and Chains
“Fuck…”
I was vaguely aware of Levi groaning.
“I need you naked, Vi. Need to see every fucking inch of you the next time we make you come.”
I couldn’t even respond. I was completely boneless, blissed-out, riding the high of the orgasm wave all the way to the shore because it was one of the best I’d ever had.
When Levi lifted me off the couch, I didn’t even freak out over the fact he was carrying me.
I didn’t protest about how much I weighed.
I just reveled in the knowledge that he could. That he wanted to.
And that I could be both fat and wanted.
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Levi going all caveman and picking Violet up and carrying her to his room shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.
But fuck, it was.
I tried really freaking hard not to notice the flex of his biceps or the way the muscles across his back and shoulders rippled as he carried her down the hallway.
My fingers were still wet from Violet’s pussy, and I could barely think about the way he’d slid his fingers inside her, joining them with mine, until we’d sent her into an orgasm. Both two fingers deep in her sweetness.
My dick was so hard.
Bliss caught my eye from the other side of the pool table, her men still all over her but a soft smile on her face for me. She jerked her head toward the hallway Levi and Violet had disappeared down. “Go!” she mouthed.
I grabbed another beer from the ice bucket on the bar and headed down the hallway after them, ignoring the offered high fives from some of the younger club guys who played poker at the table. I moved past the closed bedroom doors, mentally kicking myself for getting distracted watching Levi walk awayand not following instantly, because now I had no idea which one was his room.
If I had to knock on all of them to find them, I would, but that would be awkward.
I doubted the bikers who had taken women to their rooms already would appreciate me asking for fucking directions to my threesome.
But I stopped dead in an open doorway.
Realizing Levi had left it open for me.
He already had her laid out on the bed beneath him, her thick thighs wrapped around his middle. They were both fully clothed but grinding against each other slowly, their kisses deep and so erotic I just leaned against the door and cracked the top on my beer, taking slow swallows while I watched them.
“You in, or you out?” Levi growled after a moment, seemingly pissed off that he had to lift his mouth from Violet’s to even ask me.
I stepped in, kicking the door closed behind me as my answer.
But I couldn’t stop watching them together. He hadn’t pulled back the sheets, he’d just laid her straight down on the comforter. The bed wasn’t big, and it was old enough that it creaked beneath their weight, the sound as rhythmic as the rocking of their bodies.
I dragged out the desk chair and straddled it backward so my elbows had somewhere to rest. I sipped my beer again, enjoying the buzz of alcohol not nearly as much as the two of them making out.
Levi reared back on his knees, yanking his shirt off.
I bit back a groan at the ridiculously chiseled body he had beneath.
I was sure I’d look like that too, if I’d spent six years with nothing better to do than work out. But fucking hell, there wasno denying how cut he was. How big. How the muscles across his abs were impossible to deny, and the V lines running either side of his hips were like flashing neon signs, leading the way to the good stuff beneath his pants.
My heart stopped at the sight of the tattoo over his heart.
