Page 17 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
His mischievous grin appeared, the one I’d seen flash a couple times tonight. “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”
“More showing. Less telling.” I arched my eyebrows. “Unless you’re worried it’s inadequate.” I flat out refused to let him see any deeper than the desire heating the air. I’d never be anyone’s soft little problem, so I matched his jokes and his roughness with my own. “You wouldn’t be the first guy I’ve dealt with who had big dick energy but nothing to back it up.”
He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the end of the bed when he stood, taking my panties with him.
A second later, his boxers hit the floor, leaving him in all his naked glory.
I squinted and shook my head in a slow side to side motion. “I guess it’ll do.”
He was magnificent, but I wasn’t about to break our momentum by feeding his ego.
“I’ll do my best to please you, Callie.” He all but purred my name, gripped my legs in each hand, and spread me open on the bed. His head lowered, and he licked me.
“Fuck.” I slammed my head into the pillow and fisted my hands in his hair. “More.”j
He did it again, and I almost came apart right then and there.
The door opened behind him. I froze. “Colt.”
“It’s okay. It’s just Hawk and Diesel.”
“Just…” I couldn’t breathe, much less think past that when the two men filled the doorway.
“Fucking hell.” Hawk kicked the door shut hard enough to stiffen my spine. He locked his hands behind his neck and raised his face to the ceiling.
Diesel took in the entire room with a sweeping look. His gaze landed on me and molten heat pooled in my belly.
Colt groaned between my thighs. “In case you’re confused, we want to share you tonight, Callie. Is that okay?”
I nodded without even thinking it through. I had to have them.
I’d been dreaming about them too, and if this was a dream, at least I’d finally indulge my wildest fantasies for once.
Hawk and Diesel stripped. Colt dragged his tongue along my slit and tonged my clit as the two men reveled smooth muscles and ridged abs.
A full chest tattoo covered Hawk’s chest, the vulture wings spread wide over a county map, and a tiny bit of script decorated his left collarbone.
Diesel’s lean muscle dried my mouth and when they both walked toward the bed with their cocks thick and hard, I forgot my own damned name.
Colt rose above me.
“Look at Colt.” Hawk stopped next to the bed. “Don’t look anywhere else.”
The sheer audacity rocked me to my core, but it also invigorated me. I’d never been ordered around during sex.
Not like this, and excitement thrummed in my blood.
I ran my hands up Colt’s ribs and stroked the lines of his back. He adjusted his weight and rested the head of his cock at my entrance. “What do you think, Callie? Will this do?” He filled me with one hard thrust, bottoming out with a groan that rippled along his spine. “Fuck. I knew you’d be tight but damn.” He withdrew slowly, and I whimpered in the back of my throat. I cut the sound off but not quick enough. “It’s okay. I’m not leaving you like this.” He snapped his hips forward, burying his cock a second time.
“Eyes open.” Hawk’s order snapped my eyes open.
I cut my eyes to the side.
“No.” He pinched my chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. His cock filled my vision for a half a second before he turned my head. “There’s more, Callie. There is so much more, but we need to see how you handle Colt.”
“Why?” The question barely left my lips when Colt palmed my thighs like he had when he mouthed my pussy. He pushed my legs wide and fucked me so hard and fast I didn’t have a prayer of keeping up with his rhythm.
I tried. I lifted my hips and met the first few thrusts, but then he pushed my legs even wider and pinched my clit.
