Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Watching the women on the altar seems to give Jackal ideas. He pulls me out of Lash’s lap and into the couch across from him, settling me across his lap instead. He explores me with his hands, one sliding up my leg under my skirt, settling on my lower thigh—for now—and the other one holding me against him, on my side, but so close to my bra that the top of his thumb rubs against the bottom of my breast. Nothing overt, but a declaration of possession, and in this environment, I like that he’s claiming me. Declaring himself mine.
He captures my chin and turns me to him. His golden irises are lust-darkened and looking right into me. “You’re hot when you’re possessive. But Blaze is nice, so don’t go at her claws out, alright? It’s not a competition.” As he releases me, he traces his finger down my throat to the top of my V-neck, and then lets it drag through the valley of my cleavage and I swear his finger is leaving sparks. “Though, if you want to make it obvious that you’re staking a claim, I wouldn’t argue. I’m starting to feel like a third wheel.”
The crowd parts for just a moment, just in time to see a pair of panties getting launched our way from the altar. A biker snatches them out of the air, and then the movement of the party closes the gap again. I didn’t miss the blonde bare-ass naked, and kneeling on the altar rubbing her hands over the bulges in the jeans of two guys in front of her, though.
I’m quickly grasping that the word reservation goes right out the window here. Followed immediately by shyness, embarrassment… and a little more gradually, clothes. It’s not long before I see the first bare boob, and then there’s loud moaning from a different couch group. There's a purple haired girl in glittery makeup riding one and enthusiastically sucking another. Right out in the open.
Okay, now I think it qualifies as an orgy in all fifty states and outlying territories.
Is it weird that it’s both relaxing and exciting? I’m not ready to mess around right here in the middle of everything, at least not like that, but… maybe somewhere else? I test the waters by putting my arm around Jackal’s neck and kissing the corner of his mouth.
He grins. “Getting ideas?”
“Maybe.”
Jackal slides a hand under my sweater. He turns his head so his mouth is by my ear. “Your tits look fucking amazing in that sweater. It’s driving me crazy,” he murmurs. His finger finds where my nipple is nudging at the fabric of my bra and traces little circles around it.
I bury my face in his chest. “A little public, isn’t it?”
“That’s part of the fun.”
A hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt. It takes a moment to realize that it’s not Jackal, since he’s already got two hands on me. Snapping my head around, I find Lash next to us, his hand gradually making its way higher and higher. We’re right out in the open, which has my adrenaline surging like a power spike, but honestly, I could peel all my clothes off and take on all three guys at once, and we still wouldn’t stick out here.
All three at once. Now that’s a thought. But not right out here in the open, though. Not yet, at least. Lash reaches high enough that his fingers brush my panties, and probably flashes them to anyone who’s paying attention, and Jackal kisses my neck while he manipulates my nipple between his agile fingers, it’s time to say something before I get ravaged right here on this couch.
“I know we haven’t been here long, but… is there somewhere we can go?” I ask.
The guys look at each other, a moment of silent communication. “You bet your fucking ass,” Jackal says.
27
DAKOTA
The guys all but carry me back towards the front doors. We stop a moment as Lash eyes a door.
Jackal grins. “How do you feel about being a little bit risky?”
“I… how risky is a little?” With bikers I feel I need more details.
“The choir loft.”
“Um…” Do I dare? “Okay.”
We sneak up the curved staircase, popping out in a cluttered entryway full of dusty boxes. A door leads to the balcony area, which runs the back of the church and is split into two sections by what’s left of a neglected looking pipe organ. Stiff takes my hand and they lead me over to the far end. From the look of it, people do come up here sometimes, but not very often. The floor is divided into wide terraced steps so if there were chairs, you would end up with a sort of stadium setup.
Stiff grabs what might be a blanket or a curtain and spreads it out on the floor at the lowest level so we can move around without everyone below getting a look. The lights are off up here, but there’s plenty of ambient light from the rest of the church to see what we’re doing as all around me, Lash, Jackal and Stiff strip naked.