Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Never even what?” Skyhigh asks, honing in on my slip like a laser. “Tell us, Willow.”
“Are you a virgin?” Blackout asks, way too loud.
Please, God. Open the earth and swallow me up. How am I having this conversation with a bunch of bikers outside a church? “Shhh! What? No! I’ve had sex, guys. I’ve just never… you know… with someone else.” I scuff the toe of my shoe in the dirt. “Finished,” I say in a tiny whisper.
“Oh, Hell no. That’s fucking tragic,” Skyhigh declares. “I told you that you came to the right place to learn to get dirty, I just didn’t know how much ground we had to cover.”
“Right now!?” I hop backwards, ready to dash for the gate.
Blackout grins. “You got other places to be?”
I’ve been playing the ‘this is research for the book’ game with myself for days now, but this is taking it to a whole new level. My coping mechanism has always been to stand back and analyze the situation, so that’s what I do. “We need ground rules. I’m not having sex tonight. I’m just… considering your offer.”
Dragon laughs. “Good girl. When offered a deal with the devil, negotiate the terms.”
“Is that what you are? Devils?”
“We sure ain’t saints.” Skyhigh puts his hand on my back and steers me towards the side door of the church.
Inside is a lot less chaotic than at the party. There are a couple guys playing pool in the back, some older bikers playing cards, and Blaze together in the sofa area with two bikers who must be the ones she mentioned earlier. One has dark blond hair cropped short with a full beard. He’s sitting on the sofa with her in his lap, and the other has his hair bleached to nearly white with the sides shaved, leaving him with a short, thick mohawk. He has a chair pulled up close enough to touch. His ears are heavily pierced, and he has tattoos covering most of his skin, stretching up his neck to his chin.
Swaying sinuously in time with the music playing from a nearby radio, Blaze is grinding her barely covered butt into the lap of the one with the beard, with her hands braced on the knees of the other man for support while he's shamelessly running his hands inside her crop top. When she sees me notice them, she smiles and winks one of her smoky eyes and flicks her long, red hair out of her eyes, completely unbothered at being watched.
“Took you long enough,” Blaze calls out.
Blackout puts his hand on my hip, and after a moment's debate, I don't push it away. “Like what you see?” he whispers in my ear.
Caught, I tear my eyes away.
“Nah, keep watching,” he orders, his deep voice sending a chill of excitement down my spine, making me shiver. “She wants you to. The one holding her hips is Sinner, and the other guy’s Jackal.”
Dragon appears next to me, on the opposite side from Blackout. “Blaze loves showing off. Don’t let her scare you. She can be pushy but she’s solid.”
I swallow hard to keep my voice steady. “Maybe she’s the one that should be giving me lessons?”
Blackout’s expression turns downright dirty. “Oh, she’d love that, and I wouldn’t turn down watching if that’s how you roll.”
My cheeks flush hot. “I don’t! I—I mean, she’s pretty, but that’s not what I meant!”
“Damn, you’re fun to tease.” Skyhigh grins crookedly, oozing mischief. “Let’s join the party.”
Research. It’s research.
Dragon settles into the other end of the couch from Blaze. Skyhigh guides me to him, and they basically boost me right onto Dragon’s lap, with my back to his chest and my knees on the outside of his thighs.
Blackout grabs a couple beers from a fridge near the altar, flicking the caps into a bucket. He sits down heavily into a nearby chair and takes a swig, watching us. “Ever given a lap dance before?”
I shake my head, glancing over at Blaze. Compared to her, I feel like a kid at her first dance.
She doesn’t seem to notice, too busy grinding between Sinner and Jackal.
Skyhigh takes a bottle and stands right in front of me, looking down with heat in his blue eyes. “Don’t worry about technique. Just close your eyes and feel the music. Focus on what makes you feel sexy. I fucking promise you, no man is going to complain about your moves so long as your ass is in his lap and you’re having a good time. You're a beautiful fucking woman, Willow. Show us.”
“He’s right,” Blaze says as she makes Sinner groan, grinding her ass in a figure eight over his crotch. “Here, follow my lead.” She pulls just a little bit away from his lap. His hands are on her hips, but he’s letting her lead their dance, relaxed into the couch with his head leaning back and a blissful look on his face.