Page 36 of Brandishing Beginnings

Marcos pinched and tugged on my nipples.

“Yesss!” I came so violently, I would have jackknifed off the chair, if it weren’t for the three men holding me in place. My loud moan was quickly silenced as Jason sucked my tongue into his mouth and squeezed my neck tighter.

I was floating, fucking high as a kite, as my orgasm rocked my body. Pleasure rolled over me, tears pouring down my face as I sobbed into Jason’s kiss, my eyes squeezed shut.

“Shh, Little Dreamer,” Nico murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We’ve got you.”

Marcos eased off my nipples, massaging my swollen buds instead of torturing them.

Jason’s grip on my neck loosened and turned into a gentle caress as his thumb smooth circles against my overheated skin.

Nico slowly pulled his fingers from my cunt, and I shivered as cool air hit my bare pussy.

Jason slowed our kiss to a lazy battle of tongues, as the hand in my hair gently let go of my curls.

“So fucking hot,” Marco muttered.

“Mmmhmm,” Jason murmured against my lips. He pulled away slightly, pressing a chaste and gentle kiss to my mouth, before he stepped back.

My eyes fluttered open to take in the scene around me. I was still in the middle of the bar, but the three of them blocked me mostly from view. The bar was to my right, and thankfully the bartender was occupied further down the bar, and didn’t seem to have seen me in the throes of passion as it were.

My heart began to race, as panic rose within me.

“Shh,Mi Vida. We’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen. No one saw a thing,” Marcos spoke softly.

“Let’s go home,” Jason suggested. He glanced around, and for the first time, I noticed a wall of leather clad bikers between my three men and the rest of the bar. A wall of Devil’s Psychos patches greeted me, as their backs kept me from seeing out to the barroom beyond them.

Nico and Marcos made quick work of tugging my thong back into place and smoothing down my dress. They pieced me backtogether while Jason nuzzled my throat. “You were so good for us, baby.” Butterflies fluttered in my belly as his nose rubbed against my neck. “We’re going to take you home and never let you go.”

“Come on,” Marcos said, before I could even think about what was happening. He helped me slide off the barstool before he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. Turning away from me, he tapped the biker in front of him, and the man moved forward.

As one, the crowd of bikers around us moved forward, keeping pace with Marcos, Jason, Nico, and I as we walked toward the back of the bar to the exit. The wall of bikers protected me from prying eyes of those in the bar, and from making even more of a spectacle of myself, as I could feel the wet spot soaked into the back of my dress from where my fluids had pooled on the bar stool.

I was an utterlyfuckedmess. And I loved every fucking minute of it.

Shivering slightly as the cool air hit my overheated skin. Jason pressed in behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “How’d you get here?” he asked, voice low.

“Ride-share,” I mumbled, feeling drunk and tired, and utterly blissful.

“Ever ride a motorcycle before?” Nico asked, chuckling to my right.

I shook my head minutely. “Never.”

“This isn’t the time for your first ride,” Marcos said gently. “Not tonight.” Just as he spoke the words, a beat up old pick-up truck pulled up behind the bar.

I pouted slightly, but was grateful for the truck. I was too unsteady on my feet, too fucking out of it still, to fucking balance on the back of a motorcycle. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment.

“Come on,Mi Vida. Let’s get you home.”

Maya

WhenIwokeup,light streamed in from an open curtain, hitting me across the face. My head was pounding as the hangover kicked in, and my bladder was screaming at me to get out of bed. I groaned; my stomach grumbling was the last straw. Looking around the small unfamiliar room, I slowly sat up in the queen-size bed.

The bedroom was mostly sparse, save for the bed and a dresser. The dresser didn’t have any personal items on it besides a pile of dirty laundry. I couldn’t see any family photos or knickknacks anywhere.

Sliding out of bed, I looked down and saw I was in an oversized T-shirt, and my red dress was hanging from the closetdoor—someone had changed me last night. I didn’t remember anything past agreeing to go home with my guys and following them out to the pickup truck. I must have passed out on the way.

Feeling unsettled, and the need to pee overwhelming, I padded out of the room and looked around for a bathroom. Thankfully, across the hall from the bedroom I’d slept in was a bathroom. Down the hall, I could hear the deep voices of my guys and the clinking of dishes.

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