Bates. Do it your way, but when you’re done, I’m going to ride Priest while I take Saint deep in my throat.” I squeal when Bates starts hammering into me. “Yes, you like watching them fuck me, don’t you? You get off watching their cocks disappear inside me.”
Bates starts pistoning in and out of me as someone, and I’m too far gone to figure out who starts flicking my clit with their calloused fingers.
“Ahh!” I scream as I get swept up in the current and dragged down into the sea of sensation, squeezing my pussy muscles tightly around Bates’s dick so that I can drag him down too.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans, before mumbling something about voodoo pussy.
He pulls free from me, but before I can catch my bearings, I’m flipped over onto my hands and knees and Priest is slipping inside me. I ripple around him, still riding the high of my orgasm as Saint positions himself in front of me, holding out his cock for me to sample.
Well, don’t mind if I do.
I take Saint as far as I can, as Priest fucks me hard and deep like I’ve been craving.
“Good girl, Trouble, suck him harder. Saint can handle it.” Bates’s voice spurs me on.
I suck hard, getting off when I hear him and then spend the next five minutes alternating licking and sucking until Saint can’t take it anymore. He reaches forward, grabs a handful of my hair to keep me in place, and starts fucking my face as Priest reaches around to play with my clit.
I hum at the sensation, which proves to be Saint’s undoing. He bellows out his warning a second before he erupts in my mouth. His release causes a domino effect, shoving me over the edge of oblivion with Priest right behind me.
We all collapse on the bed, breathing heavily as Bates walks back over and sits beside us, laughing.
“Is that why you’ve been so grumpy this morning? I thought you might have been getting sick,” he says with a lazy smile as I turn to face him.
“So did I, but I googled my symptoms. It turns out, I just needed to ride a biker or three.”
Priest groans at that.
“Well, I’m happy to administer a shot any time you need it,” Saint answers, climbing from the bed and slapping my ass.
“Come on, let’s go shower and grab some food.”
I finish the delicious beef stew Tilly made and watch the other members of Carnage sitting around the table talking and laughing.
I have been back at Carnage now for three months. I’m healthy and my hands healed well, even though there is some stiffness and my grip is a bit iffy at times. I had two rounds of surgery on my hip, and while it will never be perfect, it is far better than before. Ink, the club member who inked Luna and me the first time, has already agreed to come to Vegas and recreate the tattoo for me on a far larger scale so it will cover my back. Let’s see some asshole try to take it from me then.
Travis had healed too and is back at work on desk duty, much to his disgust, although I think anything is better than being babysat by Alex and Kayden. They had come to see me before heading back to base and are now in Germany doing something I don’t have the clearance to know about.
Saint and the rest of Carnage have been getting to know Ava. She is sweet but incredibly nervous around big groups of men. Derek, well, he still stays by her side. Although the Carnage members are respectful toward him, they would never bring him back into the fold entirely because any trust between them had been destroyed.
Garrett is the only thing marring my happiness right now. He managed to evade capture, and knowing he is still out there somewhere means I rarely leave the clubhouse—and never without at least two escorts.
The last I remember of Garrett was him pouring buckets of holy water over me before getting a phone call. I don’t know anything after that because he drugged me again, likely to keep me quiet. In the end, it didn’t matter. The guys still found me.
The phone call was traced back to the detective that arrested me that day. Perhaps a warning that Carnage was closing in, but nobody knows for sure. He was found five days later in a run-down apartment on the strip with a bullet