“Are you afraid when we go back and you’re no longer part of a gang, that I won’t be interested anymore?”
He stood up and walked toward her. He stood close in front of her, staring down at her smugly. “Not at all.” Then he grinned. “I know how to keep you satisfied.”
He stroked her hair from her face. “But I do think there’s something we can tap into here, that could keep things very…”—his grin broadened—“exciting.”
“What are you thinking?”
“You’re attracted to Rip, you said so yourself, and he’s attracted to you.” He stoked her cheek, his eyes growing serious. “You are my woman. Heart and soul.”
She nodded, but confusion soared through her.
“Since I’m so sure of that, I don’t see any reason that I can’t…” He grinned broadly. “Share you.”
“Share? But… are you suggesting that you and Rip? I mean both of you?”
“That’s exactly what he’s suggesting.”
She sucked in a breath at the sound of Rip’s voice. She saw him standing on the beach just a few yards away. She glanced up at Killer’s heated eyes, then back to Rip, her heart thundering with excitement.
“But I thought that you were involved with someone.”
“I am. That’s why I wouldn’t do anything to make you think we had a chance together, but she’s on board with me sharing you with Killer.”
She frowned. “Why?”
Rip grinned, that devilish grin of his that always made her feel special.
“Because I share her with the other men I ride with.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
Killer’s hand slid over her ass, heating her skin. “And just in case you didn’t believe him, he’s brought proof.”
A young woman with long, black hair, wearing tight jeans and a black camisole sauntered across the beach to the bed, then sat on it. Behind her stood two tall, bare-chested bikers in jeans, their inked chests and arms well-sculpted.
“This is Raven,” Rip said. “She was concerned you wouldn’t believe me, so she decided to come along.”
The two men smiled at Marissa, their gazes gliding down her mostly nude body. A shiver raced through her.
“That’s Shock and Wild Card.”
“Hi,” Shock said, his eyes smoldering.
The man named Wild Card grinned at her with a crooked smile. “Hey, there.”
“Don’t let us interrupt you,” Raven said as the two men stepped in front of her.
She stroked one hand over the front of Shock’s jeans as she unzipped Wild Card. Almost in shock, Marissa watched as the woman reached inside and pulled out the man’s penis. She leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth, then her cheeks hollowed.
Killer, now standing behind Marissa, cupped both her breasts and squeezed. The man’s cock slipped from Raven’s lips and she stroked him while she unzipped Shock and drew out his cock, which was already growing rigid.
The woman sucked on both of them, switching from one to the other.
Marissa felt her bra release, then Killer drew it from her body and dropped it to the ground.
Rip’s gaze fell on her naked breasts, his eyes glowing with heat.
He reached forward in awe and stroked her breast. Heat rushed through her at his touch.
She’d yearned for his touch for a long time. The feel of his fingers gliding over her hard, sensitive nipple sent exhilarating sensations fluttering through her.
She glanced at Killer, feeling a little guilty, but he just smiled and nodded.
Rip crouched down in front of her, until he was eye-level with her breasts, then he took one in his mouth. She almost moaned out loud, but suppressed it, a little embarrassed by the situation.
But as he continued to lick and suckle her sensitive nub, she couldn’t help herself. She moaned softly.
She glanced to the bed. The men had dropped their jeans, their tight assess a sight to behold. One had pulled Raven’s camisole strap down and bared her breast. It was big and round, the nipple a deep, dusky pink, and thrusting forward.
Killer stroked Marissa’s nipple while Rip suckled the other. Then Rip stood up and cupped her cheeks, then kissed her. His lips pressed on hers warmly and his tongue dipped inside. She melted against him, her naked breasts pressing against the cotton of his T-shirt.
He released her mouth and tugged off his shirt, then captured her mouth again, this time drawing her close to his body, crushing her breasts tight against him, her nipples thrusting hard against his bare skin.
“God, you feel so good,” Rip murmured.
“Stop.”
Marissa started at Killer’s voice, and glanced toward him, now standing by her side. Had he changed his mind? Was he angry with Rip, or with her?