Page 73 of Harmless
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Three days later,the first leg of our ride was delightfully uneventful. The ex-gladiators, now my Vengeful Gods soldiers, took to the motorcycles beautifully, for the most part. Due to the shortage of bikes on hand, they doubled-up without any complaints or squabbles. We took frequent breaks to check in with everyone, and everyone took turns driving.
It was the maiden voyage for us as a single unit, and it went off without a hitch. The thing about first times, though, was that they could hurt like a bitch sometimes.
As the first day came to a close and we set up camp for the night, LJ and Val teased the others relentlessly about their slow, bow-legged walking around, the grimaces on their faces, and the complaints of soreness.
“I can’t feel my ass,” one fighter muttered as he arranged stones in a circle for our fire.
“I refuse to believe this is the first timethat’shappened!” Val cackled.
LJ shouted, “Ohhhh shit!” Hooting and hollering, my idiot cousins were each other’s hype-men. “Hey, Fist!” he shouted at another guy. “Why you walkin’ around like fuckin’ crab?”
“Just giving room for my dick to swing, Sergeant,” the man replied. And then the ex-gladiators were cheering and hyping each other up.
“They’re getting along,” Torr observed as he shook out a blanket to lay on the ground.
“They are,” I agreed. “Once we get the booze out for these rowdy fools, you’d never know they’ve not been part of a club before this.”
“Who you calling rowdy fools?” LJ demanded.
“You, dumbass!” I laughed.
“Well, that makes you the queen of rowdy fools,” Val pointed out.
“Should’ve made that the club name,” Santos said. He was standing nearby, pulling a knee up toward his chest and doing some other leg stretches against a boulder.
I wandered over to him slowly, watching in fascination as everyone continued to rib each other like longtime friends, working all the while.
“How you feeling?”
Santos released his knee to stand normally. “I’m alright. Nothing I can’t handle.” He tilted his head with a soft smile, angling his body toward me. “Can I give you a kiss?”
I scoffed. “You never need to ask me that.”
He lowered his head, his lips making brief, sensual contact with mine. “Just not sure how it all works yet,” he admitted. “If Torr outranks me or whatever, or if certain things should not be done in front of everyone.”
“Well, I probably wouldn’t want to fuck in plain view of everyone.” I laughed. “But listen. You and Torr are equals to me. He’s my right hand regarding club matters, but when it comes to us, there’s no rank. You’re both equally mine.”
Before he could respond, my arms went around his shoulders and I rose up on tiptoes to kiss him deeply, surging my tongue inside his mouth. And damn, how lucky was I? It was always a pain finding a guy taller than me, and now I had two of them.
At the sound of wolf whistles and obscene suggestions from the rowdy fools that made up our peanut gallery, Santos groaned and palmed one side of my ass in his large hand. I completely forgot about everyone watching us, even as we parted for a breath.
“You’re sleeping with me and Torr tonight,” I told him.
He grinned, forehead rolling against mine. “As long as you’re in the middle.”
“Fine. But if you two wake up spooning, maybe that’s something you guys should explore.”
“Highly unlikely to happen.” He laughed and then looked at me quizzically. “You’d be okay with that, though? If two of your guys were into each other too?”
“Hell yes I would. I can only handle so much dick at one time.” I crossed my arms, cocking my hip out as I thought about it. “I mean, there’d be rules, of course. Whatever happens, I’d prefer my relationships to be closed. Committed. Not just sleeping around with whoever.”
“Gotcha. So Torr and I can’t see other women.” Santos raised his palms at my glare. “Or men. Not saying I want to, just making sure I’m clear.”
“Women, no,” I said. “Men?” I tilted my head from side to side. “Depends on if I like them too.”
“So you’re just greedy,” he teased.
