Page 61 of Bride for the Bikers

“Fuck, that's hot,” groans Thunder as Shadow and Lightning pull aside, and he gets the full view of me covered in their cum.

I look up at him, eyes wide but barely seeing. Thunder drives home hard and fast. I hold my sticky breasts to steady them as he jackhammers me back and forth. My mouth opens in a soundless scream and then we come together, his low groan under my high pitched scream. My whole body clenches aroundhim and his hard dick swells inside me. Again, I tumble over that final edge, quivering under him with my eyes tightly shut and my whole world shrunk down to only the amazing sensations coursing through me.

Absolutely amazing.

When I open my eyes, Thunder's withdrawing, though his chocolate eyes are still dark with passion. I'd keep him in me forever if I could.

“Looks like you need another shower,” Shadow says with a laugh, but he gets a washcloth from the bathroom and wipes me off gently, first my face, then working his way down my throat and across my chest.

“Wow.” It's all I've got. They fucked the words out of me.

Shadow’s phone rings. He sighs but goes to look. “Yeah? Fuck, what? No, fucking stay with me, Carnell! You can’t… fuck!”

34

HARPER

Ridingwith my four bikers is exhilarating, but riding with the full strength of the Screaming Eagles is like being a part of an army on the move.

My arms are around Outlaw, riding behind him for the first time. His bike is blood red with black trim and has the roughest ride of the four of them, at least as far as I can tell. But I think maybe he likes it that way, sporty and rough. I don't mind. It feels like him, and gives me an excuse to hold on even tighter.

Surrounding us, in a triangular formation, are the rest of my boys, Shadow in front, Thunder on my right and Lightning on the left. I'm protected. They gave me a bulletproof vest, which helps too.

Eagle-eye's here, and he brought what's got to be close to the whole club. The rumble of God knows how many bikes echoes off the tall buildings around us, making it impossible to talk, even though we're not going that fast. Our smaller group didn’t warrant a look when we came into town, but nobody can ignore this many. The Diamond Oasis rises like a bad dream in front of us.

Somewhere at the top of that building, my mother and the man who is very likely my father are being held.

My fingers dig into Outlaw's vest. If Vincent has hurt either of them, I'm not going to be held responsible for what I do.

The bikes overwhelm the whole front of the casino, along with leather-clad bikers of all shapes, sizes and colors. Each one lethal, and on every single back, a patch that reads Screaming Eagles MC. People flee as the bikers storm through the doors.

“C'mon,” Outlaw says and drags me along.

This time there was no argument when I said I was going. Not even when I asked for a gun of my own. Last time I barely managed to get off one shot, and this time I hope to God that I won't have to use it, but if I do, I’ll hit my target.

Eagle-eye barks orders in that gravelly voice of his. “Snark's working on breaking into their systems. Don't ask me exactly what that means, but he’ll make it happen. I'm giving you Nitro, who's got his usual goodie bag with him. Don’t fuck it up this time.”

“Sounds fun,” Lightning says with a grin. “Mesner's never gonna fucking know what hit him.”

Shadow nods. “I fucking appreciate all this manpower. The more hopeless Mesner's situation seems, the more likely he'll surrender easy”

“I'll take payment outta you guys later,” Eagle-eye says with a grin, then notices me. “You're bringing her?”

“She's earned the right,” says Thunder. “Besides, Harper's been to the penthouse level before. She can give us the fucking tour.”

Eagle-eye nods. “Don't gotta convince me. Your gig, your decisions. We're here to back you up and do our best to make sure everyone makes it home safe today. Make it good because this is probably my last hurrah before Miriam pops.”

We push our way into the lobby, filling it with the smell of leather and motor oil. It's strange to be back here. The massive staircase cuts up through the middle of the room, right up to the ballroom where, in what feels like forever ago, I was supposed to get married to a man who was apparently going to kill me on our honeymoon. Heavy curtains have been drawn over the entrance, with a sign that reads, “UNDER RENOVATION.”

I bet.

“We need her key card,” I tell Shadow, pointing.

Shadow takes the lead, but the five of us move like a unit, right up to the concierge, who looks ready to pee her pants. “I'm afraid I can't allow all of you in here. There are fire codes and—”

“Mesner's expecting us,” says Shadow, cutting her off. “So if you could just kindly show us the way…”

She squeaks. “I'm sorry, Mr. Mesner isn't available today. Perhaps you'd like to—”

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