Page 71 of Mile High With the Bikers
It's too much for Diesel. He groans and drives himself home, stretching me as he finishes and his heat floods me in places I’ve never felt it before. It sets off Bull, and then the both of them are pulsing and moaning, filling me with their slick cum, front and back. Shrapnel bites off a muttered curse. The taste of him coats my tongue and slides down my throat as I swallow eagerly. If there's anything more perfect than all four of us getting there at once, I can't imagine what it is.
For what seems like the longest time, we're one connected heap of aftershocks concentrating on just breathing. Then Shrapnel withdraws with a shiver from my lips, chuckling. “Fuck, sensitive.” Diesel withdraws gently next, and Bull slips out last, though I remain lying on him, using his broad pec for a pillow.
“Close your eyes. It’s gonna be bright when I take off the scarf.” Shrapnel unknots it and pulls it off, while Diesel unties my wrists. I blink carefully to adjust and then I see the smiles of my guys as I brace against Bull's chest to lift my head.
“God, we're a mess.” I giggle.
“Just the way it should be.” Diesel traces my spine with his fingertip, making me wiggle.
“If we can't make a mess of the girl we love, what's the fucking point?” Bull kisses me, before what he said registers.
I push back until he lets me up, frowning like he's worried something's wrong. “Can you say that again?”
He thinks for a moment, then repeats himself. “If we can't make a mess of the girl we love, what's the—” I cut him off to resume our kiss. He wraps his big arms around me and holds me close while our tongues duel.
“What was that about?”
“You never told me you loved me before.”
He blinks. “That can't be right. Of course we fucking love you.”
And he's right. I know it in my bones, I know it in my heart. The way they treat me, the way they curl around me in bed and keep me safe, the way they love to take me on rides just to watch me smile, but they've never actually straight out said it, and the sound of that felt so good. “But you never say it.”
“That fucking changes now. Florence fucking Whittaker, I fucking love you.”
“Don't call me Florence.” I smack him on the arm, but I know I'm blushing all the way up to my roots.
Shrapnel grips my hair again to force me to look up at him. His grin is a sexy blend of mischief and happiness. “Rory, I fucking love everything about you. And I love you.” He kisses me so hard I gasp when he pulls away.
Diesel is right there when he lets up, crouching next to the couch so his face is close. “Fuck, I can't even imagine not loving you. You get me. So yeah, I fucking love you.”
“Welcome to the mile high club, boys.” I smile up at them. “This time, we managed to work everyone in.”
How can I not love them? They laugh at my stupid innuendos.
38
RORY
The Screaming Eaglesfound me during a sweltering summer, but I'm becoming an old lady during a record cold snap. The biker life is all about extremes, right? Over-the-top danger, mind blowing sex, unlimited freedom. It's only fitting, even if I had to wear a big, fuzzy coat on the way over to the clubhouse. There's snow on the ground, of all things! Only a dusting, but it never snows here. I swear, the weather just gets wilder and wilder every year.
“It's pretty, isn't it?” Cherry clutches my arm while we're watching out the window together. “I miss snow. I grew up in upstate New York, until I decided to try my luck out west. We'd get crazy snow some years.”
“Cold, wet and miserable,” Opal notes. “Though as long as you have enough blankets and a hot, naked biker nearby, it's not so bad.”
“You can say that again.” Mila grins. Usually, the old ladies and the sluts don't mix much, but since I've made some good friends in both camps, they are today. Not that there's any enmity thatI can see—they just move in different circles and have different things on their minds. Or different bikers anyway.
Kaylee worked wonders on my hair. It's too short for one of those big, fancy hairdos, but it's beautifully styled into a long bob with bangs, something I never thought I'd be able to pull off, but she's made work.
Shrapnel suggested that I wear my stewardess uniform, but I vetoed that. I didn’t forget him though. My dress is in the same colors as the uniform, gray and red, with some yellow highlights. It hugs my curves nicely, and I think they'll appreciate that, even if it doesn't look like I'm about to induct them in the mile high club… again. And Iamwearing a little flight pin as a broach, just to make him happy.
Everyone is gathering in the common room as Eagle-eye has called Church for the occasion. And unlike normal Church, everyone is allowed. Even guests.
Dad's here, but looking uncomfortable, a little out of place. He thinks I’m insane for wanting this life but he doesn't have anything against it, not as long as I’m not wasting my brain, as he says. I think he secretly enjoys shocking people by telling them about his daughter and her three bikers. Our relationship is better than it was now that I’m not working directly for him, though we’re still trying to figure out what exactly is going to work for us. Mom isn’t here, but she met everyone during our trip and it went… Well, it went. It’s fine. Last time we spoke she was considering flying out to visit because she was feeling inspired by all the tattoos and considering doing a series of paintings.
Bull’s mom and her old man are here, proud to see him settle down in biker terms. Diesel’s relationship with his mother is stillstrained, but I have a letter from her upstairs that I’ll give him when he’s ready. A little progress is still progress.
I peek through the door from the hallway that leads down to the locker room. None of the guys have seen me yet, being a little bit traditional, despite absolutely nothing about our lives being traditional. But it adds a little mystique, and I like to keep my boys on their toes.
