Nervous excitement rushes through me when I turn around to see all three of them staring at me. Bishop kneels on the adjustable chair, Diesel slings his arm over the top of it, and Cash stands beside them both, watching me.
They look even more delicious in this light, even more deadly. The overhead lighting contours their faces, outlining impressive bone structures and muscle. Bishop has unbuttoned his vest since arriving in here, and I can’t help but look at his torso and chest, thinking how good we’d feel, skin-on-skin.
The afternoon sun seeps in, outlining the chair. The backrest has been pulled down a bit. I imagine it can go all the way, turning into a bed.
The thought makes me wet.
“I don’t understand. Who are we hiding from?”
Diesel takes his hand from the chair. “Just other club members. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“You don’t want them to see me. Why?”
Diesel trails his brown eyes up to the wooden ceiling. “We’re just a little…busy at the moment with club agenda. Our Prez doesn’t want us getting distracted, that’s all. I’d hate for it to get back to him that we brought a female outsider here.”
I raise an eyebrow, amused. “Look at you breaking the rules.”
“Bending,” Bishop says. He takes off from the chair and smooths his hand over mine. Another tingle ripples through me. “Come and sit down, sweetheart. Let us take care of you.”
My legs wobble like jelly as I make my way over. The seat is made of leather, of course. Comfortable.
All three of them close in on me, their breath hot on my skin as they decide what to do with me first. They’re taking a long time.
If they don’t hurry up, I’ll have to undress for them.
Fragments of last night ebb and flow in and out of my memory.
Something about me wanting them to make me come…
They were stroking their cocks thinking about me…
Fuck. I didn’t think it was possible for my body to react this way, given that I’ve never done this before. But something feels so natural about it all. I don’t know what’s gonna come next exactly. All I know is that I don’t want them staring at a nude picture of me anymore.
I want them staring at the real thing.
I want to see their eyes fill with lust as they stare at my breasts. Watch their reaction as I open my legs for them.
I want all of it, but one thing is holding me back—I’m a virgin. I should tell them that, right? Should they know that I’ve never done this before?
“How would you like us, sweetheart?” Bishop’s British accent, low and deep in my ear, reminds me that I don’t actually know.
I don’t know what I want.
My pussy burns for them, but I don’t quite know what I’m supposed to do. There are three of them? How is this even gonna work? I saw a picture of their dicks. And a video. And I saw it again this morning, several times. It’s the reason I said no at first, to meeting them—the thought of having something that size inside me scares me a bit.
The picture impressed me, but sending pictures back and forth isn’t the real thing.
I should’ve mentioned that I haven’t done this before. But I fear it’s too late now. I don’t want them to think I’m weak and inexperienced. That they brought home an innocent virgin who has no idea what she’s doing.
“Wait,” Diesel says. “Hands off, everyone.”
I go cold without their touch.
Bishop frowns, turning to his friend. “What is it?”
Diesel keeps his eyes on me, watching. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”
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