Page 49 of Outlaws' Single Mom
Jackal slides a hand under my sweater. He turns his head so his mouth is by my ear. “Your tits look fucking amazing in that sweater. It’s driving me crazy,” he murmurs. His finger finds where my nipple is nudging at the fabric of my bra and traces little circles around it.
I bury my face in his chest. “A little public, isn’t it?”
“That’s part of the fun.”
A hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt. It takes a moment to realize that it’s not Jackal, since he’s already got two hands on me. Snapping my head around, I find Lash next to us, his hand gradually making its way higher and higher. We’re right out in the open, which has my adrenaline surging like a power spike, but honestly, I could peel all my clothesoff and take on all three guys at once, and we still wouldn’t stick out here.
All three at once. Now that’s a thought. But not right out here in the open, though. Not yet, at least. Lash reaches high enough that his fingers brush my panties, and probably flashes them to anyone who’s paying attention, and Jackal kisses my neck while he manipulates my nipple between his agile fingers, it’s time to say something before I get ravaged right here on this couch.
“I know we haven’t been here long, but… is there somewhere we can go?” I ask.
The guys look at each other, a moment of silent communication. “You bet your fucking ass,” Jackal says.
27
DAKOTA
The guysall but carry me back towards the front doors. We stop a moment as Lash eyes a door.
Jackal grins. “How do you feel about being a little bit risky?”
“I… how risky is a little?” With bikers I feel I need more details.
“The choir loft.”
“Um…” Do I dare? “Okay.”
We sneak up the curved staircase, popping out in a cluttered entryway full of dusty boxes. A door leads to the balcony area, which runs the back of the church and is split into two sections by what’s left of a neglected looking pipe organ. Stiff takes my handand they lead me over to the far end. From the look of it, people do come up here sometimes, but not very often. The floor is divided into wide terraced steps so if there were chairs, you would end up with a sort of stadium setup.
Stiff grabs what might be a blanket or a curtain and spreads it out on the floor at the lowest level so we can move around without everyone below getting a look. The lights are off up here, but there’s plenty of ambient light from the rest of the church to see what we’re doing as all around me, Lash, Jackal and Stiff strip naked.
Inked-up skin is revealed around me in record time, baring washboard abs, muscular arms, hard asses and lastly, but definitely not least, three long hard cocks, giving me a three cannon salute. I wet my lips when they finally kneel fully naked before me, letting my eyes drag over the three of them, taking in the view. Three beautiful men, despite their scars and roughness.
This is my first time seeing all of Jackal, and I trace a finger over the pucker of what must be a bullet wound on his arm. “What was this from?”
“I took a hit in the job where we found Jessica and Anne.”
I press my lips to the scar and he sucks in a harsh breath. Lash’s snake tattoo wraps itself all the way around his body before coming up his neck and ending at the side of his head. I learn the entire path as they watch. And last, I kiss my way along the scar that almost killed Stiff. How did I ever look at men like them and think they were all the same? Every inch of their bodies is their own unique story.
“You’re overdressed,” Jackal notes calmly, even if his cock is so hard it’s almost vibrating, which doesn’t feel calm at all.
“Shh. I’m enjoying the view.” I capture my lower lip in my teeth as I take my time looking him up and down.
He runs out of patience, pressing his lips tight against mine in a fiery kiss that has me tingling all the way down to my toes. Stiff loosens my skirt and lets it fall down around my ankles. Jackal places kisses all over my thighs, closing his way in on my center, where only the feeble coverage of my panties is keeping him from getting at all of me. There’s so much to keep track of, and it all feels wonderful. Theidea of only ever having one man again seems ridiculous when this is an option.
Rough hands slide up underneath my top. Lash, it has to be, because Stiff is working my panties down over my hips now, baring me to his hot mouth and I’ve already got Jackal right where I want him. My bra goes slack, and then Lash is up underneath it, cupping my breasts in his big hands and teasing my nipples hard, like they weren’t ready to cut glass already.
Stiff pats the insides of my thighs, wanting me to open for him. I do. Jackal winds his fingers into my hair, making sure I’m going nowhere while his tongue chases mine, kissing me senseless. Lash runs his rough fingertips over my sensitive skin, leaving heat trails and goosebumps in their wake. And then Stiff kisses me right on my clit, sending an explosion of sparks rushing through me. He might not have Lash’s long tongue, but he’s making excellent use out of the one he’s got, flicking it through my folds and making my knees weak.
And all the while, the party rages on beneath us.
“Please…” I gasp out on a quiet exhale. “I need you. All of you.”
“Come here,” Jackal orders, steadying me as he pulls my shirt and bra up over my head, leaving me as naked as they are. “You want all of us, we’re gonna make sure you get it.” But even saying that, like he can’t help himself, he cups my ass and holds me against him so he can press another kiss on me before reluctantly letting go.
Lash stretches out on the blanket and flicks his tongue at me. “Have a seat.”
Oh God. I’m a little self-conscious straddling his head like this, but when his tongue slides deeply through my folds, I forget all about it.
