Page 58 of Outlaws' Single Mom
“Jillard,” Lash cuts in. I can hear the grin in his voice. “That's what I think of him as now. Sounds just about dumb enough.”
I snort a little laugh. “Anyway, when he’s held responsible for what he did, I’ll go back to work, and Logan will go back to pre-school. I need to find a way for us to get back to normal.”
Lash cocks his head as his eyes narrow. “Except we're not normal. Never have been, never will be.”
“I know. I don’t want it to be the same normal as before. I want to find a new one, with all of us if we can. I’ve been talking to Bonnie and some of the other girls. I… I think it might be nice. To have what they have I mean.”
Jackal leans in, his expression turning serious. “The old ladies are getting their claws into you, huh? So what are they telling you? That it’ll be the best sex of your life? That once you’re ours, that’s it? That you’ll never have to worry about being on your own again, and even if something happened to us, the club would make sure you were taken care of?”
The way he asks all those questions makes me second guess myself. Was Jessica wrong? Did I do something wrong to assume that maybe?—
“They're fucking right.”
Oh. The tightening in my chest slackens immediately.
“No one’s gonna force you to do something that doesn't feel right for you. But whether you stay here with us, or you decide that we're not for you, you've got us on your side. Anyone tries to hurt you, we'll never be more than a phone call away, and we'll make sure they fucking regret it. Permanently, if necessary. Same goes for Logan,” Stiff vows.
“So you still got something you wanna say?” Lash asks. “Or do you just wanna get straight to the fucking? Because I think I’d like to end on my strongest argument.”
I rest my hand on his chest and look up into his deep forest eyes. “It’s not, but it is a really really good one.”
He laughs. “Oh? What’s my best argument then?”
“You. Just you.” I look around at all of them. “Out there, in therealworld, I could date someone for a year and not learn as much about who they really are as a person as I’ve learned about the three of you. Anyone can use pretty words, but you showed upwhen I needed you, even before I thought it could be something more. But I do have to ask you for one more thing.”
Jackal nods. “What?”
“Don’t promise anything you don’t mean, because Logan is absolutely crazy about you. He’s already lost so much. If he thinks that you’re going to stick around, and then you leave…”
“We wouldn’t do that to him.” Lash sounds vaguely insulted. “Or you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Then show me your next argument.”
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Stiff getshis hands under my top, pulling it over my head, while Jackal crouches to pull my jeans down. Lash unhooks my bra the moment the shirt is past, and then my panties are yanked over my hips, leaving me completely naked between the three of them.
Jackal palms the side of my face as he stands, his fingers rough against my cheeks and his lips soft as he kisses me. I press my hands against his chest, feeling his heart beat under my palms, and the hardness of his nipples. It makes me want to flick my tongue over them to see if he likes it as much as I do. They can play cool all they want, but it's much more fun to know that I'm not the only one who gets excited.
Lash gathers my hair in his fist, then leans in to nuzzle and kiss my neck. “So what do we gotta do to get this to one hundred percent, huh?” He tugs my head backwards so I’m forced to look at him and away from Jackal. Before I have the chance to answer, he kisses me upside down. It feels a little odd, and I smile against his lips.
When he lets me up for air and relaxes his grip, Stiff is waiting. He slides one hand down to cup my ass, while the other cradles my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple with little strokes that have me drawing sharp breaths through my nose. With one hand on Stiff's chest, and the other one on Jackal's shoulder, I’m caught between them as they tease me with light touches, promising more.
Jackal pulls me back down onto the couch. All four of us move together, nobody willing to stop touching. “In my lap,” he hisses, letting go of me just long enough to unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans down. He drops into the couch, and I lick my lips as I reach out to wrap my fingers around his cock, but before I can, he presses my hand against his washboard abs. “Not yet. Just here.” He pats his thighs.
Curious, I straddle him, my knees on the couch and hands on his shoulder. He grabs my ass andpulls me close so I'm rubbing right up against him. “Let me feel you grind,” he orders. Thrusting my hips I twist just right so that his length nestles in between my folds, right at the base. Sitting like this, I'm amazed once again that he fits when he's actually inside me. The glistening tip of his head is close to my belly button.
His hot skin feels so good, and the more I rub against him, the slicker and harder he gets as I cover him with my wetness, never going all the way up, since I'm afraid I'd just impale myself on him bare, consequences be damned. I’m already being risky enough as it is, but I suppose I do already know how to take care of a baby.
Oh my God, all this sex is bad for my self-control.
It doesn't stop me grinding against him, though. When I'm in control, especially now that he's all slippery, I can angle my hips so my clit rubs against his base in just the right way to make my legs twitch and my toes curl.
Clinging to him, I twist to put my face against his chest and tongue his nipple. He leans back with a sigh, dropping his head onto the couch back. “Fuckyeah,” he whispers as he runs his fingers through my hair.
Stiff watches, slowly stroking his cock as I lose all my dignity grinding against Jackal's. I reach for him, and he moves a little closer so I can wrap my hand around his shaft. Then he covers my fingers with his big hand and uses me to get himself off. It leaves me to concentrate on the friction against Jackal's cock to drive myself crazy.
