I swallow hard. Everything in my body is pounding. My heart. My pussy. My... brain? The man does things to me. My Silver Kit says the sweetest things.
I kiss him. It’s the only thing I can do after a speech like that. His arms come around me and he rests a palm on my ass, cupping me and grinding into me as he kisses me back quickly. I swoon a little bit but before I can escalate it or grab his cock again, or any number of other ideas that pop into my dirty little head, he pulls back.
Smoothing my hair, he checks my lipstick for smudges and presses a second kiss on my forehead. Mmph.
“Go get them, Princess.” He slaps my ass playfully and shoos me out the door. It is entirely unfair that he has this kind of hold over me. He doesn’t even look remotely ruffled, whereas my nipples are rubbing me raw against my dress.
Turnabout’s fair play.
I stop in the doorway, aware that Chuck and Earl are in the next room.
“Maybe I’ll be your Princess later, Daddy,” I wink at him, “But tonight I belong to Bryan and Trevor, and they better treat me like a motherfucking Queen.”
Darren chokes on his mouthful of beer, and his expression goes from playful to holy fuck intense in about 2.8 seconds. He looks like he’s changed his mind and wants to forbid me from going with his podmates and pin me up against the wall instead. I don’t dare look at Earl, but the sexual tension in the room has risen from a glowing ember to a burning inferno.
Good. Maybe tonight I won’t be the only one walking around with blue balls, er, ovaries.
Although, if I have anything to say about tonight’s events, I’m going to try and find a way to solve that particular problem. There’s only so much a woman can handle without losing her ever-loving mind, and I had reached that point two days ago.
Satisfied and incredibly turned on, I waltz out the door and make my way across the yard to the gate. Right on time, two motorcycles appear. They pull up to the gate and their riders dismount in unison. Time for round two!
For the second time in the course of this evening, I wonder if I’m in over my head.
They took me at my word—they dressed up for our date and I briefly lose my ability to speak.
I am used to Trevor looking good enough to eat in his faded jeans and t-shirts, but he has upgraded to dark jeans and a tight black t-shirt that stretches dangerously tight across his pecs. He’s wearing a black blazer that gives him an aura of danger and mystery. I mostly want to lick him.
Before I can say anything, Bryan steps into my eyeline and my breath goes away again. My Silver Fox. At the rate this pod is going, I may never breathe normally again. Where Trevor made an effort to dress up, Bryan has made an effort to dress down. He looks good in everything I have seen him wear so far: business casual, to board shorts, to neoprene, to nude. But this look? Well worn jeans that fit just right and a white button down with sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms? My kryptonite.
I’m actually staring and I make no apologies for it. They look distinguished, sexy, and just a teensy bit dangerous... and tonight they’re all mine. Double Yum.
I shake my head to pull myself out of my trance, pick my jaw up off the ground, and force myself to move forward. Giving them a flirty little twirl, I walk through the gate and the heat of their gaze makes my pulse quicken. I stop directly in front of them and strike a pose as they both prowl towards me.
I have no idea how to navigate this situation. My Matestone is glowing brightly between my breasts, so I decide to let Fate take the wheel.
It’s a good choice because I am swept up and into Bryan’s arms and he plants a scorching kiss on my lips.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispers to me, before twirling me out of his arms and into Trevor’s.
Trevor grins at me and lightly brushes a tendril of hair from my cheek. “You look absolutely stunning, Ronnie,” he whispers before his mouth swoops down and captures mine. Nguhhhh.
These men will absolutely be the death of me, and do I mind? No. Not really.
Breathless and tingly in all the right places, I stand in front of them and look between the two bikes expectantly. Bryan laughs.
“We’ve already discussed it. You can ride with one of us on the way there and the other one on the way back. Trevor gets you first, pretty girl!” He winks at me and helps me over to Trevor’s bike.
Between the thing with Darren in the kitchen and now these two, I’m ready for just about anything. I remember the way the motorcycle made me feel when I rode with Darren and smile. Maybe I’ll get lucky in more ways than one. They all ride Harleys. I could use a little extra rumble right about now...
Trevor holds his bike steady while I mount, whistling appreciatively when I flash him some leg and probably a bit of ass as I get settled. As soon as he is seated in front of me, I wrap my arms confidently around his waist and we zoom out of the parking lot.
Riding on the back of a motorcycle is more fun than I ever thought possible. My anxieties and worries just fly away in the wind. I feel a sense of freedom unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s wild and just a teensy bit reckless. When we roar down the highway towards the outskirts of town, I get it. I get why this feeling
