Hot Ride(11)

"No. It's not like that. It was me. I got carried away and … " She bit her lip.

"And what?"

"I almost had sex with all of them."

Tina's blue eyes widened. "Oh. My. God. Really?"

Hayley frowned sinking back in her chair, hurt that her friend seemed so disgusted by Hayley's confession.

Tina rested her hands on Hayley's. "That is so cool."

"What?"

"I would freakin' love to have the nerve to do something like that. I  mean, I was so impressed you'd gone off with one hot, sexy biker, and  assumed you banged him all night long." Her eyes twinkled and she  grinned broadly. "Then I find out you went off with four of them." She  squeezed Hayley's hand. "God, you are my hero."

"You don't think there's a problem with me …  uh …  being with four guys. Three I don't even know?"

Tina shook her head. "Look, you said it yourself. It's okay to be the  real you. Doing what you want and not caring what anyone else thinks."  Tina gazed at the pool tables. "And doing those guys is absolutely  brilliant."

"Yeah, you say that now, but if you actually had the opportunity … " Hayley shook her head.

The two men who'd been playing pool earlier walked to the door and left.

"Hey, Rip," the bartender said. "I was just waiting for those guys to  leave before I closed up. No one much comes in on Sundays after four.  Unless you'd rather I hang around?"         

     



 

"Naw, my brother would kill me for approving the overtime. You go ahead, Carl," Rip said. "I'll lock up when we leave."

Tina raised an eyebrow. "What were you saying about having the opportunity?"

"What are you saying?"

Tina giggled. "I will if you will."

Hayley's eyes widened. She'd never seen this side of her friend. Would  she seriously get down and dirty with four men she didn't even know?

Carl threw a pack over his shoulder and ambled toward the door. "Night." Then he went outside and locked it from the outside.

Rip glanced over and saw the two women staring his way. He walked to the  table. "Do you want another drink?" he asked. "And don't worry. My  brother owns the place."

"I'd like another," Tina said.

Hayley glanced at Tina's glass, still half full, and frowned.

"Coming up. Hayley?"

"No, I'm good, thanks."

As soon as Rip was out of earshot, Tina leaned forward. "As soon as he  comes back, I'm going to excuse myself so you and he can talk. Okay?"

"Talk about what?"

"He knows you're upset. Sort it out. Discuss how you feel. And find a  way past it." She wiggled in her seat, then leaned down to pick  something up under the table. "Here he comes." Tina stood up and took  Hayley's hand, then pressed something into her palm. "I'm going over to  introduce myself to the other guys and get to know them."

As Tina walked away, Hayley stared down at the crumpled fabric she had  given her. Shock careened through her as she clamped her fingers closed  around the white lace panties, then she shoved them into her purse.  Hayley's jaw dropped as she watched Tina cross the room, her floral  sundress swaying around her hips. God, she was naked under that short  dress. And she intended to flirt with the big, sexy bikers playing pool.

"Doesn't your friend want her drink?" Rip asked as he sat across from her.

Hayley grabbed it and took a sip. "I think she intended it for me."

Rip folded his hands on the table. "So do you want to talk about what  happened at the lake? I'm sorry if the guys came on a bit strong, but  none of them would have done anything you didn't want them to do. And I  wouldn't have let them. The guys find you sexy and they thought the  feeling was mutual."

"You're saying it was my fault? That I led them on?" But she totally  had, jumping in the water in her underwear, knowing they were naked.

"Hayley, there's no fault here. It was meant to be some harmless fun  between consenting adults. If that's not what you want, we'll just drop  it. Okay?"

She clamped her hand around her glass and stared at the ice cubes. "But what if … " She bit her lip. "What if it is what I want?"

He stared at her, his eyes lighting up. "Really?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I chickened out at the lake …  I mean, it's  not the type of thing I usually do. That I would have ever even dreamed  I'd do, but …  I mean, it was really sexy."

He took her hand. "There's nothing wrong with trying new things. And if  you believe what you said out there, that you don't care what other  people think, then all that matters is what you want to do."

She gazed at him. "It's true, I shouldn't care what anyone else thinks  but me, but it does matter to me what you think. Would you be all right  with it?"

A slow smile spread across his face. "Why wouldn't I be?"

A part of her wanted him to say because she was his woman, and he didn't  want any other man touching her, but that didn't make any sense. They  had only just met. One night together didn't make a relationship, and  they both knew this whole thing ended when she returned home tomorrow.

"Your friend, Tina, looks like she's having fun."

Hayley glanced around to see Tina leaning against one of the unused pool  tables, Wild Card standing close to her, murmuring something in her  ear. She laughed, her eyes glittering.

Wild Card wrapped his hands around her waist and set Tina on the side of  the table, then he drew her close and kissed her. She wrapped her arms  around his neck and returned his kiss with passion.         

     



 

"Are those panties yours or your friend's?" Rip asked.

She glanced in the direction of his gaze and saw that a bit of the white lace was sticking out of the bag.

"Oh." She shoved them deeper into the bag. "Mine are blue."

A smile spread across his face. "Yes, I remember." He glanced across the  room. "So Tina wants to play, too." He chuckled. "I can see it's  shaping up to be an exciting evening." His gaze fell on Hayley again,  and the heat in his midnight eyes sent her temperature rising. "Are you  ready?"

Butterflies swirled through her stomach. "I don't know," she said hesitantly. "I think so."

"Hayley, you remember last night when you allowed me to take control?"

She nodded, remembering the heat that had flooded through her when she'd  called him master, and how big and intimidating-and mind-blowingly  sexy-he was when he shoved her against the door and rammed his big cock  into her.

"So just do what I tell you and let it happen."

A shiver danced down her spine. What would happen is four bad-assed bikers would fuck her brains out. Tina's, too.

"All right," she said, a little breathlessly.

"Good, now start by handing me those panties." He held out his hand.

Without hesitation, she reached into her bag and grabbed them and placed  them in his big, outstretched palm. His fingers closed around the white  silk and lace garment, completely hiding it in his hand.

"Let's go." He stood up. "Hang your head like you've done something wrong and follow me."

She stood up and walked behind him, her head and shoulders drooping.

He winked at her. "And remember, last night you promised you'd do anything I want."

Heat careened through her at what he might command her to do.

He strode toward Tina and Wild Card, and Hayley noticed that the two of  them were standing close, with Wild Card's hand on Tina's hip.

"Hey, compadres, we have a problem," Rip stated in a voice to carry across the room.

Steele, who stood at the end of the active pool table aligning his shot,  stood up and laid his pool cue on the table. He crossed his big,  tattooed arms and glanced from Hayley to Tina. "What kind of problem?"

Tina's eyes went wide, but Hayley noticed Wild Card wink at her and she seemed to relax. A little.

Rip tossed the panties on the pool table beside Tina and Wild Card.

"Those yours?" he asked.

"Oh, uh … " Tina's cheeks flamed red. "Yes." She reached for them, but  Wild Card caught her wrist and drew back her arm, then he picked them  up, a smile spreading across his face. He rested his hand on her hip  again and dragged it upward, pulling the fabric, and her hem, with it.  All eyes watched as it glided up her long, naked thigh, but he stopped  an inch short of exposing all.

He leaned in close and murmured against her ear. "What are you trying to pull, sweetheart?"

"I think this is some kind of sting," Rip said.

"Yeah?" Shock walked closer, a bottle of beer in his hand. "The two of them in on it together? What do you think they're after?"

Rip shrugged. "Flash her pretty ass at us, then when we take her up on  the invitation, threaten to charge us with rape to blackmail us."

Wild Card grasped Tina's shoulders and spun her around to face the  table, then bent her over it. In that position, her short skirt barely  covered her. Shock walked behind her, his gaze locked on the curve of  her ass. He stood behind her and took a swig of his beer, then set the  bottle on the table. He leaned forward and stroked his hand up her  thigh. Slowly, catching the fabric of the hem and guiding it up a  little.