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CHAPTER FORTY
*Lace*
Brodi clicks off the mic, turns the music back up a little, then steps away from the DJ booth.
Curious how Coty is handling the second Lace-bomb of the night, my eyes seek him out. His expression is masked, as usual. The pageant contestants’ jobs are literally being all over bike owners throughout the weekend. Making sure they have a good time. Garnering the favor of the crowds for the chance to win the main prize of $1,000. A grand that I could care less about winning.
My attention moves from Coty to Baylor and Vincent. The two are talking quietly, poring over a paper from inside that file folder. When a pairing gets close like this, it often results in them disappearing, and with the way Vee has been acting tonight, all detached and high as hell, my gut churns at the thought of those two leaving to carry out whatever it is they do.
I head that direction, insatiably curious, but Brodi steps in my path. His hands grip each of mine, and he tugs me toward a group of chairs situated by the stage.
Having not yet had the opportunity to check-in with Brodi either, I let everything else around me fade away and focus solely on him for a bit.
He sits me down in a chair and takes the one opposite of me, scooting it in until my knees are between his. “How are you feeling?” he asks, thumbs brushing across my knuckles.
I glance over my shoulder at Zane, because in a way, I feel like my happiness depends on his. He is definitely looking a lot more relaxed, even if still deep inside his head. “Better,” I decide.
When I return my attention to Brodi, he is studying my face… my eyes mostly. “Still peaking?” he asks.
I puff my cheeks out and slowly deflate them. “Yeah.” One of his hands lets go of mine and moves to my knee. The pressure makes my knee stop bouncing, but a hot vibration radiates from where his hand touches my leg and travels up my thigh. A simple touch, once again nestling hot sensations between my thighs. Damn, this is going to be a long night.
Yeah, Coty said no one would take advantage, knowing I was trying to stay clean, but right now I maddeningly want all their cocks at the same time.
Oh my stars, how would that even work?
A vivid image appears in my mind of me fisting two men, deep throating one, and taking one in the ass while being fucked by yet another. That is only five. Three more to go.
My eyes travel from the hand touching me, up to the lightning bolt tattoo on the attached wrist, half hidden by the sleeve of his jacket. I reach forward and drag my thumb over the small lines of ink, gaze drifting upward.
Eyes wide on Brodi, my pupils no doubt still incredibly blown, I gasp. “Take me for a ride. Wait… Are you still peaking, too?”
His eyes unfocus while he does a personal body check. “Nah.”
A nose-candy high hits hard and fast, and the main peak is pretty short. But I have been so busy that if he snorted a line recently, there is no way I would know. Plus, I’m personally high enough to not care — or rather, I have enough trust in them as a group to make important decisions. Right now, all I care about is the fact that the lightning bolt on his wrist is indicative of the type and capability of his bike. I want my arms wrapped around him while we hit those insane speeds.
Brodi stands and pulls me up with him. “Get dressed and get your helmet. Who do you want to ride with us?” he asks.
“Whoever wants to.” I shrug and tug my hand out of his so I can get ready.
But first…
Baylor and Vee.
I hang over the swoony Road Captain’s shoulder and plaster a quick kiss on his cheek. “Vee.” The sound rolls off my tongue.
“Bella,” he whispers in that delicious Italian lull, turning his head to steal a real kiss. As soon as his eyes close, my gaze slides sideways toward the open folder between him and Baylor. The folder shuts. My eyes dart to Bae, and I am met with a raised eyebrow as I pull away from the kiss with Vee.
Bae angles toward me and draws his finger from my kneecap up to the bunched hem of Coty’s hoodie. Since tonight is all about surprises, he adds to the tease with a heavy dose of dirty talk. “You liked having those virgin fingers fucking you nice and deep — feeling your pussy walls for the first time, hm?”
Oh damn. Bae and his pretty words again. I squeeze my thighs together. He forcefully wedges his hand between them and cups me, finger teasing lower than the entrance where Zane was.
Vee tugs me onto his lap, rests his chin on my shoulder, snuggles his nose into my neck, and takes a deep breath.
Bae’s hand follows. “Did you spasm around him? Milk his fingers while Vee and I milked our cocks watching you moan and quake?”
I whimper, grinding against the hardness beneath me and the finger tracing the line of my g-string, lower and lower until a firm pressure teases me.
“How many times in one night will you come, Lace?” Bae stokes, pressing harder while Vee thrusts upward, his thickness spearing me through rough denim. “Say my name that magical way you always do,” Baylor whispers, nipping at my earlobe.
