When the tale-tell tingles of an orgasm began to pool in the base of his spine, he lifted her off her feet and entered her in one thrust. Her tight pussy gripped his cock like a vice.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled. His test results had come in that morning, and it was the first time he’d taken her ungloved.
Arching into him, she ordered, “More.”
He gave it to her. In and out he stroked, each whimper and moan taking him higher and higher. She came with his name on her lips and he followed shortly after.
He’d barely set her on her feet when the door opened. Light from the hallway spilled across the floor.
Sage let out a squeak and scrambled for her panties while he quickly tucked himself back inside his pants.
“Where are we?” a female asked.
He closed his eyes. Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is Meg doing down here?
“This is my brew room. Want to see it?”
And she’s with Arson! Shit! They would get busted if the dickhead turned on the lights.
“You know what I want to see,” Meg purred.
Sage snorted, and he covered her mouth with his hand.
Arson hummed. “I’ll warn you; it’s big.”
They heard the sound of a zipper, followed by Meg’s, “Wow, something must be in the water because you MC boys are huuuge.”
He pulled Sage close and they listened to some sloppy-sounding kissing. Christ, were they eating each other’s faces?
“I want to lick your cunny,” Arson growled a few minutes later.
“No cunny licking tonight, big guy. You got a condom for that foot long? Cause I ain’t taking it bare,” Meg replied.
Sage’s body shook with silent laughter. He just wanted to get the hell out of there before they were discovered.
They heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, then Arson’s grunt.
“Holy bowlegged cowgirl, you’re big,” Meg groaned.
“Told you,” Arson panted.
After a few more grunts from Arson and a shrill shriek from Meg, they were finally done.
“Want to see my machine?” Arson asked.
“I just took a ride on it,” Meg purred. Her voice faded as she stepped into the hallway. “I will take some more of that yummy beer of yours. Who knew that smooshed pumpkins could taste so good.”
“Macerated,” Arson said, the door clicking shut behind him.
“I feel violated,” Sage murmured once they were gone.
“Is cunny even a word?” he asked, and they both busted into laughter.
Chapter Twenty-Two
THE CRAZY DIDN’T end with Arson and Meg in the wine cellar. Apparently, Reyn’s mother told her sister—Evan’s mom—that Reyn was pregnant, and during one of the band’s breaks, Evan congratulated Buck—who knew nothing about it. Buck—who’d had a few too many drinks—didn’t handle it well. While Ink helped him walk it off, Sage and Lucy took care of an upset Reyn. If that wasn’t bad enough, Arson decided to give the band members bottles of his home brew. Everyone but their drummer, Chaz, pretended to like it.
His exact words were, “You drink this shit? Smell it! It smells like ass and tastes even worse! Sorry, man, but you need to get yourself a new hobby.”
Arson pretended to laugh it off, but Ax could tell that it hit hard. He wouldn’t put it past Arson to blow up their bus, so he made sure to keep an eye on him for the rest of the night.
At some point, Chopper’s bitch of a wife, Alice, took it upon herself to approach Aunt Vicky. He didn’t witness the encounter, but Sledge told him that Alice laid waste to Vicky for bailing on the club after Grizz’s death. Vicky told Alice to go fuck herself, and Alice grabbed Vicky’s hair. That’s when Carver swooped in and took Vicky home.
Luckily, Steele and LuLu missed it all.
The band took off around one. Steele and LuLu disappeared downstairs shortly after that, and Ax took a drunk Sage and a sleepy Petal home.
All in all, it was a great night.
Monday morning after the wedding, Ax left Sage in bed while he drove Petal to school.
Lucy called as he was pulling away from the curb. “Hey, Luce, what’s up?”
“Is Sage with you? I tried to call her and got her voicemail.”
“She’s probably still asleep. I just dropped Petal at school and am heading home now. Want me to have her call you when I get there?”
“Damn,” she whined, “I wanted to give her the news in person. I have back-to-back meetings scheduled all day, so I suppose you’ll have to do it for me.”
“Gee, thanks,” he replied dryly.
“I got an email this morning