God, how it burned, and God, how I loved it.
I only ever felt alive when I was in the crosshairs of these men, and I’d been dying without them. Ryan loved me and I loved him. More than he ever knew. But I was four-fifths empty without these bastards at my side. In my bed. In my heart.
“Of course,” I told him. “Oldest trick in the book. I knew you were going to get all prim on me.” I’d never expected it to take over six months for me to get pregnant, but when I’d been kicked out, his baby had been in my belly. Ironically, enough, without my even knowing it.
“Prim?” he croaked.
“Yeah. Prim. ‘You’re too young to know what you want, Lucie.’ ‘You’re not old enough to understand what you’re asking for, Lucie.’ I knew, I knew from the first moment I claimed you,” I declared, rolling my eyes as I straightened, folding my arms across my chest—not in a self-defense mechanism, but to plump up my tits.
“You manipulative bitch,” he choked out, but his eyes dropped to my tits and lingered there long enough for him to be sporting wood.
Flame laughed. “You’re only just figuring that out?”
I shot him a look over my shoulder, then when he just winked at me, I laughed too and blew him a kiss because, as always, no matter what shit I did, he accepted me. Warts and all.
His smile died and before I knew it, he was there. In my face. His hands in my hair, tilting my head, bringing me to my knees figuratively as he kissed me.
Goddammit.
God. Dammit.
He plunged his tongue between my lips, fucking me there, claiming me, making me his. And all the while, his brothers watched. They didn’t stop this. Didn’t stop something that was as natural as breathing.
They let him mark me.
Let him kiss me and claim me this way, and I wasn’t about to stop him.
I reached up to cup his chin, mirroring his hold, and dove right into the kiss. The second he knew I was battling him for dominance, he released a growl and I felt myself being moved against the desk. His hands shifted toward my ass as he hauled me up, only to settle me down so close to Wolfe that I could feel the other man’s body heat.
Flame was exactly like his namesake—walking fire. His hair was dark auburn and the man had eyes like a raptor’s—they were a light brown that was close to amber, and when you looked at him, his eyes seemed alight in his face that was covered in freckles. The man was like that all over. Seriously. Freckles were everywhere. But on his face? There wasn’t a place I could put my fingertip without touching one.
Somehow, that made him all the more beautiful to me. His jaw was chiseled and strong, hidden by a neat beard that rounded his mouth, covering his top lip with more red. His nose a long, thin blade that I’d punched more than once in my life, and his brows matched all the drapes. The dude was seriously redheaded. I mean, a total, utter redhead.
I fucking loved it.
Loved him.
I clung to him, and I clung to no man except the four in this room and the other who was in my bags, stored away until the Rebels could hold a ceremony for him.
I felt hands grip my shirt and knew they belonged to Wolfe. It was pulled over my head, and within seconds, the straps of my bra were dragged down and the catch unfastened. My tits spilled free as my one good arm was grabbed—fucking cast—and though I knew that meant the other two had joined in, I wasn’t overwhelmed.
This was how it always should have been.
I growled as Flame pulled back to nip my lip and haul me up against him. Instinctively, I spread my legs and gripped him tight as he stared into my eyes with those amber ones of his and bit off, “You sure?”
“Cold feet?” I taunted, panting as I uttered the words.
“Nothing about me is cold, darlin’,” he said in that cocksure way of his, that had been the prompt for one of the smacks I’d delivered to his beak.
I clamped my thighs harder against him. “I figured that out a long time ago.”
“You’re still jailbait, even if you’re legal now,” he stated with a smirk, then he lowered his head and nipped my nipple with his teeth.
“Fuck!” I hissed at the sting. He bit hard. Not to tease, not to entice, but to hurt.
I ran my fingers through his hair and grabbed it just as hard, tugging at the roots until he peered up at me with my tit in his mouth, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Play nice,” I growled at him, my heels digging into his ass as I rocked my core against his cock.
“But you like it so much,” Wolfe rasped, making me tilt my head back to look at him.
He stood there, close to me, so close that I allowed myself to fall limply against him, knowing he’d prop me up. He did with a sigh of surrender that was music to my fucking ears, and his hands came up to rub along my arms, before moving to the tit Flame wasn’t intent on torturing with his teeth.
The feel of both men’s attention had goosebumps pricking to the surface, and I gritted my teeth as I felt my pussy flood with the unexpected heat.
I hadn’t come into the office with this on my mind. If anything, I thought I’d have to fight to get any of them into my bed, but I should have figured.
Bikers weren’t predictable outside of where their cocks were concerned.
The thought had me narrowing my eyes, and this time, I grabbed Flame’s hair harder. “What the fuck was that for?” he grumbled as he winced.
“You clean?”
He snorted. “Last pussy I dipped into without a condom was you. And I thought you were on the fucking pill, Luce.”
I shot Axe and Dagger a look. They nodded, their eyes burning with matching infernos.
“Last one was Kim. But I got tested after. Plus, we’re all clean anyway,” Wolfe rasped, his hand squeezing my tit to the point of pain.
“How would you know?” I retorted. “The amount of clubwhores who come in and out of this place? Fuck knows what they’re packing.”
“Because I run regular drug tests. Have been even before I became Prez.”
That had me scowling. “What the fuck? How can you do that when everyone’s on weed?”
He shrugged. “No one’s allowed to take drugs.”
I snorted, then when he stared back at me, utterly serious, I gaped at him. “You can’t be serious. You’re an MC. MC’s do drugs.”
“Not this one. It was your father’s idea. He started it.”
I shot Axe a look. “Is he shitting me?”
“No,” he answered, shaking his head. “It’s true. We had one too many issues with junkies, but the final straw was having to get rid of a clubwhore’s body who’d OD’d on bad shit in the clubhouse, and then we had one of the brothers turn informant because a dirty FBI agent was feeding his habit.
“Now, if you do drugs, you’re out of here.”
“We stick to booze and pussy as our vices,” Dagger told me, smirking because he knew that would piss me off.
Though I scowled at him, I also stuck out my tongue. He snickered, and I had to hide my smile—I loved making him laugh. He did it so rarely, and it was always my goal to cheer him up out of his perpetual funk.
Still, their words resonated. “The prospect on the gate… what’s his name?”
Wolfe tensed. “Why?”