Page 67 of Bride for the Bikers

Thunder stands up, taking a step closer. “We don't wanna hold you back, but we fucking love you. All of us. Head over fucking heals for a girl who's taken everything life has thrown at her and thrown it right back into their fucking face. You were the best fucking hostage ever. So what we want—really want—is for you to stay. With us. As our old lady. That house would feel real empty without you in it.”

I blink. “You guys are idiots.”

Shadow's expression darkens. “What—”

“Of course I'm staying. What would you do without me? You'd be lost. Mom's got Nate to take care of her, and I’m not far away. I haven’t thought about leaving in ages.”

They all blink at me, but Outlaw finds his words first. “So you're staying? With us?”

“If you'll have me, but if you think you guys are the only ones who can fall in love around here, you haven't been paying attention.”

Lightning's expression brightens as if the sun just rose. “So, if we wanted to pick you up and drag you over to the house for a little celebration, you'd be game?”

And just like that, the way they're looking at me changes, like they're all trying to peel my clothes off with their eyes.

It's a little intimidating.

“Um… yeah?”

“Good.” Thunder sweeps me up in his arms and throws me over his shoulder. Then we're going full speed out of the clubhouse. Catcalls are thrown after us by the guys who're around, but we ignore them. I'm staying, and that’s worth celebrating.

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HARPER

We don't even getto a bedroom. The couch is closer, and Thunder drops me right into it with a feral growl. Shadow pulls the coffee table aside, leaving all four of them standing in front me, in a half circle. Them, and me. It makes me feel small, like a bunny cornered by a pack of bears.

Big, sexy bears.

“Take off your shirt,” orders Shadow in his dark, raspy voice that makes me all melty. He unbuckles his belt and starts undoing his jeans.

I don't want to miss the show if he's about to pull himself out, so I grip the hem of my shirt with both hands and eagerly twist it up over my head. It's not long since doing that in front of a bunch of guys was absolutely out of the question. An everyday girl, with everyday lumps and curves isn't what most guys want, or at least that's what I'd been convinced of. But now?

The pure lust in their starving expressions as they watch my every move, as their eyes rove over my body like they're trying to strip me by gaze alone… They make me feel like the goddess ofa sex cult, and they're the four big, rough, incredibly well hung high priests preparing to worship me.

As I undo my bra, all four of them are pulling down their pants, exposing the proofs of their lust, all long, thick and so incredibly hard—just for me.

“Fuck,” Outlaw hisses as I toss my bra aside, making my breasts bounce. “Come here.”

Shadow grabs a cushion off the couch and tosses it on the floor to give me something to kneel on. As soon as I'm stable, Outlaw hooks his hand behind my head and pulls my mouth onto his cock. It's already seeping salty precum, and as I swirl my tongue around to taste it all, I play with his frenulum ring, flicking it back and forth. He groans and tightens his grip.

When he lets me up so I can draw a breath, all four of them are right there. Licking my lips like I'm about to have dessert, I wrap my fingers around both Lightning and Shadow, the two standing on the outsides, and start stroking. Then I take Thunder's thick, tempting dick between my lips and suck on it. Outlaw, who's still got a grip on my head, pushes me deeper, making me take more. God, I love it when they get bossy and needy.

Thunder bumps against the back of my mouth, and when I let out a little cough, Outlaw steals me away, pulling me onto his cock, right up to the entrance of my throat and holding me there for a second or two. I draw air through my nose, smelling leather and musk, before it's back to Thunder, who sighs happily when my lips wrap around his shaft again.

Shadow and Lightning cover my hands with theirs and use them to stroke themselves off. They pulse under my fingers, hotblood coursing through their thick cocks, getting slicker as more precum leaks from the tips. So eager for me.

“Fuck, that's our good girl,” moans Outlaw as he pulls me back to him.

I love hearing him say it. I love it when they praise me, telling me that I'm making them feel good. That I'm doing them right. He thrusts between my lips a couple of times, draw's a sharp breath as he yanks my head away, then pushes me back onto Thunder.

“We're gonna make you come so fucking hard,” Shadow threatens. Or is it a promise? God, that voice, anytime he uses it. Just makes me putty between them. “But you’ve gotta earn it first.”

He makes it sound like this is a chore, and not something that's already got me super hot. I want to touch myself, but I'm still wearing my jeans, and I don't think I'm getting my hands back anytime soon. So much hot, sexy dick, and it's all for me.

My laugh turns into a gurgle around Thunder. Who even am I? I was a virgin just a few weeks ago, and now I'm happily on my knees in front of four biker gang members. Though the fact that by the end of this I'll be a dripping, panting, cummed out mess might have something to do with it. They make me serve them, but I know they're going to pay me back tenfold.

They shift, and then I'm pushed down on Shadow. I shift my grip, stroking Outlaw instead. Then Thunder, and Lightning, back and forth between two completely identical dicks, and then back onto Outlaw. God, I've never felt so much like a bad girl in my life. They just keep putting hard dicks in my face, and I keep sucking on them, loving the sounds of their rough moans and pleased sighs.

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