Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“No, I—I was invited. I came with this guy I didn’t really know, but he basically started ignoring me as soon as we were here, so I ditched him. My dad really loves motorcycles, so I thought it would be fun.” Not the whole truth, but not exactly a lie either.
I might not know much about Dad’s life, but I know how private he is about it, and how important it was to him that me and Mom were kept away. I grew up being told not to talk about him or his friends, and those lessons sit deep.
“Your daddy, huh? I don’t think anyone would want their little girl wandering around here on her own. Never know what kind of dangerous criminals you might run into,” Mad Dog says with a chuckle.
I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s been pretty tame so far. I’m starting to think all the warnings are just to make it seem scary and cool.”
Riptide laughs. “Tame?” He nods at a group just a couple yards away. “Maybe before dark, but now that the sun’s gone down, the fun’s getting started.”
I follow the direction of his nod. The details are obscured by the darkness, but the flickering light from the bonfire flashes often enough to make out a female form straddling someone on the ground, and from her movement, I’m pretty sure she’s not just giving him a lap dance.
My mouth goes dry, and something tightens in my chest, warming me all the way through. Once I’m looking for it, it’s clear they aren’t even the only ones. Faint sounds of moaning and gasping break through the talking, music, and crackling of the fire. And nobody seems the least bit bothered that people are literally having sex right out in the open where anyone could walk by.
“You like to watch?” There’s a touch of teasing laughter in Rebel’s voice.
I wrench my eyes away from what I’m pretty sure is a mini orgy. “No, of course not.” I hope it’s dark enough to hide my expression, because the lie is probably written all over my face.
No such luck. “Liar,” he teases.
“I’ve never seen anything like this, okay?” I mumble into my hands. “It’s like watching a train wreck. Hard to not stare.”
Rebel snorts. “It’s a train all right.”
“Not your scene?” Riptide edges a little closer. “I bet you’re at least a little curious. Aren’t you?”
“There’s like five of them,” I whisper. “That’s crazy.”
“A good kind of crazy. If you’re up for it.”
I’m staring right at my empty beer, too nervous to make eye contact because I’m not sure what would come out of my mouth. What’s it like to have the complete freedom to do whatever you want? However you want? They don’t seem to give a crap about what anyone sees or thinks. And apparently that goes for the women here, too.
Mad Dog shifts. He settles me between his legs and puts an arm across my shoulders, pulling me back into his chest. “We don’t have to talk about the wild fucking over there. Not if it makes Melody shy.”
I snuggle into his hold. “You’re making fun of me.”
“Only a little,” Mad Dog says with a soft laugh. “There’s no pressure, baby. It’s not a good time unless everyone’s into it.”
The funny thing is, they don’t know me, and I don’t really know them, but I believe him. I could change the subject, and the night would just carry on. I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about group sex before, but only as a fantasy.
The way they’re so casual about it feels—am I seriously considering this?
A fight breaks out to our left. Someone gets punched hard enough for the sound to carry. Nearby bikers rush toward it, but in the dark I can’t tell if it’s to stop the fight, join it, or just circle around to watch. Rebel and his friends shift us farther away without a word, keeping one of them between me and the fight the whole time. The people in the mini orgy don’t even look up.
“Told you it gets a little wilder after dark,” Mad Dog says as we sit back down. “Now where were we?”
This time it’s Rebel’s chest I’m leaning against.
“You know,” he says quietly, “a lot of girls would be nervous about slipping out into the dark with three Eagles.”
Riptide nods. “They’d think we’d have ulterior motives.”
I wet my lips nervously. “Do you?”
Riptide puts his hand on the ground and leans forward. The tattoos on his arms and chest shift in the firelight as his muscles flex under his skin. “Yes.”
As my eyes adjust, I realize there are a lot more people out here than I thought. A lot of them are making out, or more. Others are talking and drinking. Here and there, tiki torches dot the area, creating little pools of light for people to sit under. We’re just another little group, anonymous in the crowd.