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NATALIE

"God,I'm dizzy. I need to sit." The party's nowhere near over, but it might be for me. All the guys insisted on dancing, or at least having me dance for them, and I’m exhausted.

"I've gotcha." Badass steadies me and guides me to the couches in the back. Animal and Quickshot are right there too.

Getting off my feet feels nice. The room stops spinning pretty fast after that. I've got a beer bottle in my hand, but Quickshot takes it from me. "I think you're good for now. I'll get you some water."

I nod gratefully. "I'm sorry," I say as he disappears into the crowd.

"For what?" Animal furrows his brow in confusion.

"Being a lightweight." I laugh, even though it's probably not all that funny. I'm just tipsy.

"Our masculinity's overwhelming. I fucking get it." Animal puffs out his chest with a grin.

I can't help myself but to reach out and touch him. Even through his T-shirt, his hard muscles are clearly defined. I even try to stand up so I can get it off him, but Badass yanks me right back into his arms with a laugh. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"I just want him naked." I look up at Animal expectantly as if wishing it will make it happen.

"Fuck, baby girl, you only had to ask." He grabs the hem and peels it up, revealing his mouth-watering torso, inch by delicious inch. The scars do nothing to make him less attractive. They just mark him as him. He laughs at how I'm following his reveal with every little bit of my attention. "You're a fucking horny drunk."

Oh God. I think he's right. I swear I need to either pass out or get something in my pussy, and I don't even usually think things like pussy.

Quickshot comes back with a big plastic cup with water. "Here. Why the fuck is Animal shirtless?"

"I asked him to," I tell him pointedly as I take a sip. Yeah, that's probably better for me than beer right now. I put the cup down on the side table, then ease back into the couch. That's when I notice the sound.

Sitting up bolt straight, I look around for its source.

Oh.

On the next couch over, one of the sluts—no, club girls. I don't like calling them sluts, even if it doesn’t seem to bother them. Anyway, she’s between two guys on her knees, and they’ve got their dicks out. My guys are better endowed though, I'm pretty sure of it.

I win.

A laugh burbles up, but I hardly notice as I watch her technique. She's definitely more experienced than me. She alternates between sucking one and then the other, working her hands up and down their lengths. The sound I heard was the guys' moans. God, she looks like she's loving it, looking up at them and smiling when she doesn't have her mouth full of dick. That's so hot.

"Do you like to watch? Or are you getting ideas?" asks Badass so close to my ear I jump. How didn't I notice him? "We could make it happen."

I want to yell no, of course I don't, but I can't quite deny the appeal. Even here at the party, but I could never do something like that in public. Not for real.

Right?

Hardly anyone's paying any attention to the three of them. The occasional glance, maybe, but other than me, who's basically staring openly, they almost have privacy, as weird as that sounds. Even when, right in the middle of a party, the guys are pulling her clothes off, trying to get her as naked as possible while she keeps stroking them.

As I watch, they roll up her crop top and her bra with it, baring her perky breasts. One of the bikers gets a good grip on one right away.

It's the kind of devil-may-care attitude that I've always wished I'd had, but never found the courage for. What's it like to be able to do something like that in public and not care at all about the people around you? Maybe that's even some of the excitement.

Then Animal's with me too, and he captures my breast through my shirt, mirroring what the guy is doing over on the other couch. "It's fucking hot, isn't it? They're going to fuck her hard."

I finally make myself look away. "I shouldn't be looking."

"Why the fuck not? Do you think they care?" He slides his hand down my breast, just far enough to get underneath my shirt, and then right back up over my bra. With the demi-cups leaving my nipples fully available, he takes full advantage, capturing one between his fingers. It's hard as a little pebble. "You've got your brights on, baby girl. I think you like this more than you want to admit."

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