Page 8 of Sweet Revenge for the Bikers

“God, yes.” My head turns his way, and he cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips.

I open my mouth, and he slips it in for me to suck on. They chuckle, sounding incredibly pleased with themselves. I don’t even blame them.

Riptide pulls out and thrusts back in a little faster than the first time. It’s enough to drive the air out of my lungs and make me gasp. My grip on Mad Dog’s thigh tightens. I look up to find him watching with naked lust as he strokes himself faster.

Now that he knows I can take him, Riptide sheds his gentle approach and his hips snap to mine like a jackhammer. It feels amazing. Over and over, he fills me, stretching me. He shifts our position, rising a bit and wrapping his big hands around my waist. My legs go around his back, and the next time he bottoms out, his cock pushes deep enough to make me cry out at the new feeling.

“Fuck, it’s like you’re built to be on my cock,” he growls, voice strained.

He sounds close. Really close. I feel a new tendril of pleasure coiling inside me. That’s new. I’ve always enjoyed sex, even after coming, but I thought I was a one-and-done girl. Turns out I just needed the right guy. Or guys.

We’re making a lot of noise. I know that, but right now I don’t care. It even adds a little excitement to know other people might be listening.

“Shit, I’m coming.” He pushes deep, only a thin layer of latex saving us from potential disaster. Why does that make it even hotter? Maybe I’m a risk junkie and I never knew it.

He holds me against him with his steel grip on my hips, instinct driving him to not let go until he’s completely drained. He shudders, eyes drifting shut as he fucks through his climax. His nipples look rock-hard, and his abs flex like he’s doing crunches.

Finally, he relaxes, easing me down and slumping over me with one hand next to my head, his hair a silky curtain around us. His eyes pop open, and he grins. “Fuck, you feel good.” He pulls out, and I immediately miss having him in me.

“Ready for round two?” Rebel asks, grinning.

“God yeah.” I laugh, breathless and halfway to my next orgasm.

Mad Dog moves closer. “Let’s put that mouth to use. How ‘bout⁠—”

Whatever he was going to say is lost with the violent crack of a gunshot.

5

MELODY

The atmosphere changes as fast as if lightning struck the middle of the party. A surprised, short scream escapes me, and the guys spring into action. We scramble for our clothes. All I can think of is getting my shoes on as fast as possible so I can run if I have to.

“W—was that nearby?” I ask, terrified. I’ve been in active shooter drills before, but I’ve been lucky enough to never need it. How do you even secure a field?

Rebel’s pulling his pants back on, keeping low. He scans the darkness with the intensity of someone prepared for violence. “Came from past the food area.”

There are a couple more gunshots, and then the more muted sounds of yelling and fighting. People are streaming past us, running from the source of the shooting, but not everyone. Quite a few of the bikers are heading into the mess.

Mad Dog, Rebel and Riptide are quick to get dressed and form a shield around me. Their phones all go off at the same time. They glance at whatever the message is and a dark look passes between them.

“What happened? What’s going on?” I whisper, crouched down to the ground and clutching the little backpack I’ve been using as a purse today. My shirt is on inside out, and I can’t find one of my socks, but I’d rather end up with a blister than a bullet in my skull.

“Don’t know yet,” Mad Dog growls. “But someone broke the rules, and we’ve been called in.”

“Oh, um, okay. What do I do?” The fact that I never looked for my father after ditching Red is starting to feel like a stupid decision. I’m alone in a dangerous situation with three guys who seem fine, but are really total strangers.

“We’re gonna find out what’s happening, and you’re gonna stay the fuck out of the way,” Riptide orders.

Rebel nods. “See that camper over there?” He points to a dark shape past the bonfire near the edge of the gathering. “Get over there, stay down and even crawl under it if you have to. Give me your phone. You said you ditched the guy you came with, do you have anyone else you can call?”

I dig my phone out of my bag, not mentioning my lack of coverage. “Maybe.”

He takes it and plugs in his own number. “We’ll come back to look for you, but if you get out before that happens, send a message as soon as you can.”

“Yeah, okay. Right. I’m good.” I’m sweaty and gross, a far cry from how I felt just a couple minutes ago, but adrenaline is making me jumpy, and my skin feels clammy. All I want right now is to get out of here. Uncle Clutch and Dad are probably freaking the fuck out. Even Red must be wondering where I am, if they haven’t kicked his ass for losing me already.

Riptide grabs me by the arms and kisses me hard before pushing me in the direction Rebel said to run. “Counting on it.”