Page 5 of Sweet Revenge for the Bikers

“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.

Rebel’s hand strokes down my arm. His warmth is comforting behind me. “Question is, how do you feel about a wild night beneath the stars?” His voice is deep and full of the promise that what they’re offering would be worth my while.

The warmth that’s been pooling between my legs this whole evening agrees. I’m just not sure if I’m daring enough. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

Riptide smiles down at me and winks. “I can fix that.”

He inches closer, and I find myself reaching up and letting my hand trail over his close-cropped beard. When his lips touch mine, they’re hotter and softer than I imagined. I let out a tiny gasp, and his tongue slips into my mouth, sliding alongside my own. Rebel brushes my hair to the side, and his breath ghosts over my ear as he leans in to kiss my neck.

I’m not as innocent as I might look, but getting kissed by two men at the same time is definitely way outside my realm of experience. I glance up and find Mad Dog watching the three of us with a sly smile. There isn’t an ounce of jealousy in his gaze. He seems content to enjoy the show.

For now, at least.

“Where would we⁠—”

“Anywhere we fucking want, sexy.” Riptide grins. “You think anyone here’s going to give a shit?”