Dallas is pretty close to the club, so Saint and I decide to head there with Jude for the night. We take her to Sea World, buy her ice cream, and watch her smile the entire too warm Texas day. I never in a million years would’ve thought spoiling a woman a little would give me so much happiness inside. It makes me want to do this with her every chance I can.

She’s never been anywhere interesting, and her sweet innocence is intoxicating, even for two grouchy, seasoned bikers. Saint and I explored all these places when we were younger and could sneak in. I’d forgotten what a little old-fashioned fun was like.

Of course, we were stared at all day by anyone around us. It was hot and sunny, so Saint refused to wear anything besides his jeans, boots and cut. Most of those women about fell over seeing his tight stomach and blond hair tied up in a man bun. I’m used to it, so it’s easy for me to forget just how good-looking he really is. That’s Saint though, always the pretty boy of the group.

We’ve given him so much shit about it over the years, and he’s learned to roll with it. Even the Prez likes to poke around, telling him that Abercrombie called, and they want their model back. Saint looks nowhere near his age either, fooling anyone who attempts to guess. Women are quick to fall for him without realizing he comes with a backpack full of baggage as well. And me...he comes with me, and most women can’t handle two men at once.

While he and I were panted after by every damn woman in the vicinity, it seemed, Jude wasn’t privy to the same welcome. Chicks can be beyond hateful toward one another without knowing shit about each other. After we noticed the jealous bitches glaring in her direction and another was rude while she asked for ice cream, Saint and I took over. We had to or else our trip wouldn’t have turned out so good ‘cause I would’ve lost my shit.

If she noticed anything throughout the day that she even briefly thought was worth considering; I went over and ordered it before she had the chance. If a bitch shot a glare her way, Saint was kissing her and pulling her in another direction. Between the two of us, she didn’t deal with anymore haters and ended up having a great time. Seeing her so free, exploring, and having fun, made us happy.

Not only that, but we got to show her another side to us. She was able to discover the part where we like to take care of each other and laugh. We’re not always so serious or fighting; in fact, Saint and I rarely fight. Jude, however, came at a time where she got to witness everything firsthand, the bad and now, hopefully, the good as well. I wished she’d met Saint sooner; maybe we could’ve avoided this back-and-forth had the circumstances been different.

We made a brief detour and stopped off at a store on the way to the hotel to purchase her some new panties and a bra. Thank God we did, too because the moment she found out there was a hot tub, she was stripping. The little woman was on a damn mission, having never been in one before. I tried getting her to pick out clothes as well, but she wouldn’t have it. Usually, she knows better than to argue with me over such things, but she refused, after our spending money on her throughout the day.

Witnessing her make her way into the steaming, bubbly water, and her excitement over it gives me peace knowing I killed the bitch that gave birth to her. She didn’t deserve Jude. She damn sure didn’t cherish and care for her; I can do a better job than she ever did.

I don’t understand how someone can do that to their own kid, not give a shit about them. I couldn’t imagine, even with my own warped childhood. Yes, I was whipped and was raised up in the church, but I never went hungry or worried if the electric was going to be shut off. I guess demons come in all forms; we each have our own, no matter how different.

Of course, when Jude peers up at me like I’ve hung the moon, the guilt sets in as well. The ominous feelings overtake the place of the peace I shortly experienced. I took the one person she’s had in her life away from her.

And the worst part of all is that if she finds out, she’ll hate me forever for what I’ve done. I’m in too deep to let her ever hate me. She has me too wrapped up to let the truth seep out and ruin it all. At this point, I plan to keep her, especially after Saint made it clear about what he wants as well.

“This is awesome.” Her face lights up as her skin flushes, a light rose blush dotting her cheeks from the hot water. “Are you coming in?” She beckons with her pointer finger, and I nearly follow.

Witnessing the tops of her breasts float above the water, teasing me, has my cock hardening, coming up with its own plans. The sheer lilac material of the bra doesn’t nearly cover enough. Fuck, do I want to be in there with her right now. She’s so damn sexy.

“I need to stay out with this.” Gesturing to the bandage covering my side, her smile falls.

“Crap, I’ll get out. It’s not fair for you to sit there and wait while I’m in here.” If she only knew. Not fair? Shit, I get to stare at her, soaked from head to toe. I doubt she realizes her bra and panties have become see-through and oh-so-enticing.

“I don’t mind.” At all.

Jesus, I’m a fucking pervert, but I couldn’t care less right now. She’s insanely gorgeous. I get to watch her fine ass float around in the overly warm water, her pink skin giving me a glimpse of what it’d look like after I’ve had my way with her.

Saint remained in the room once we checked in to take a cool shower, and I can’t blame him. A rinse sounds like bliss after the semi-humid day walking around. If he’d seen her like this though, he’d say fuck the shower, and you wouldn’t be able to peel him away from nearly-nude Jude.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Were you supposed to be running around all day after me or riding your motorcycle?”

She rode up on the back of my bike with the agreement in place she’d ride back home with Saint.I won’t lie; it hurt my side, but I won’t freely admit that to her. I’ve had much worse so I can get through this. Her tits molded against my back the entire trip was plenty of motivation and comfort for me.

Chuckling, I snag her dainty wrists and tug her toward me. She stands all the way up, water dripping down, so our faces can be close.

“If you haven’t noticed yet, let me fill you in. I don’t follow rules, sweetheart. I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I feel like it.”

A rumble shakes my chest, witnessing the beads of hot water continue to trail over her soft skin. They fall down her breasts tempting me further. “It’s one of the benefits of being me.” I end the statement pressing a chaste kiss to her perfect lips but craving so much more from her. It’s probably a good thing I have to stay out of the water, cause if I was in there with her, she’d come out having felt me everywhere.

“You’re just an everyday badass then?” She giggles, her eyes glittering playfully.

“Watch your mouth,” leaves my throat, the sound coming out gruff with the tightening of my pants. The bossy side easily shows itself around her, wanting to take control of that delicious body of hers. “Saint should be done by now. Let’s join him before I end up fucking you in that hot tub and get us all kicked out.”

“Oh...I thought you said you didn’t mind waiting? I had no idea you were so impatient.” She fake-sulks, and I can think of a cock that’d like to be pressed between those pouty lips.

“Well, staring at your tits and pretty mouth has me changing my mind. I could stick my cock between those lips and let you stay longer if you’d like?”

Her eyes grow wide at my bluntness, not used to hearing that sort from me.

A chuckle escapes, as I tug her out of the hot tub, pulling her behind me, so any guests aren’t privy to witness her looking so damn sexy. She may not be accustomed to me speaking to her like Saint does, but that’s only because I’ve held myself back. I won’t be doing that any longer though. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Something does,” she mumbles, flicking her gaze toward my groin several times as we make our way to our shared room. My cock’s hard and definitely not hiding its eagerness any longer.

“You getting scared of me?”

I won’t make her do anything she doesn’t want to. I hope she realizes that. I think she’s freaking out inside now that we’re alone in a hotel together and we’ve both made it clear that we don’t intend to hold back from taking her body any longer. Glancing at my groin, it’s clear as day, I want to fuck her until she can’t stand up.

“No, but...” She trails off, and eventually, I glance her way. She continues, “Do you think I’m a ho?”

Anger claws its way up my back with her question. Did someone call her one? Where did she get that shit from? Nobody, and I mean not a motherfucking soul, better have called her a ho. I’ll have Saint wearing their skin like a goddamn cape in retribution.

“No. Who the fuck said that?” The words are harsh to my own ears as they leave my mouth. I can only imagine how she’ll take it, but hearing her even question it, has me furious. Jude’s one of the purest individuals I’ve ever come across.

“Uh...no one, but I know people will think it’s wrong.”

“Think what’s wrong? Baby, spell the shit out for me. I’m a man, remember?”

“That it’s wrong for me to want you both, at the same time.”

“Well, too fucking bad. You know why, Jude?” I ask, and she shakes her head, looking to me for guidance.

“Because I said so, that’s why. Besides, ain’t nobody looking in that mirror each day besides you. If you’re happy and satisfied, then fuck what anyone else has to say. You think me and Saint would be where we are if we gave two shits about what anyone else thought?”

“No.”

“Exactly. You have to live for yourself. And if anyone does have enough guts to call you that, you let Saint and me know. We’ll squash that shit right away. They’ll be lucky if they can ever speak again. Never let what you assume people may think rule your life. It’s not worth it.”

She nods, keeping her thoughts to herself. Hopefully, she hears me and listens about this. It’s too important that she doesn’t feel guilty for what makes her happy. She deserves to enjoy life, just as everyone else in the world does.

We get inside the room and Jude’s uncharacteristically quiet, especially after our serious chat in the hallway and elevator.

“Talk to me, Jude,” I half-ask-half-demand, as I sit on the bed beside her, fighting myself to keep from touching her everywhere.

Saint’s still in the bathroom, sink water on. I suppose brushing his teeth or shaving. Fucking pretty boy.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

She draws in a deep breath. Whatever she’s thinking, must be serious. “Do you kill people like Saint?” She asks it so innocuously.

It has me swallowing, as my throat’s grown a bit tighter than usual. Fucking shit. I wasn’t expecting her to ask that, of all things.

I stall, racking my brain for what the hell I should say. How truthful should I be with her? “What the...I mean, where’s this coming from?”

She shrugs. “I just want to know you.”

“Yeah, you sure about that, sweetheart? You might not like what you find out. Especially asking questions like that one in particular,” I reply, tucking her hair behind her ear. I like being able to see her whole face when I talk to her. She’s too beautiful not to look at as much as possible.

“So far, you don’t seem so bad.”

I shoot her a mock glare, and she grins. She’s straight fucking perfection, even with the smattering of light freckles over her nose. I think they make her even more stunning, if possible. How did I not notice it sooner? I don’t know how I was able to hold back from her for this long.

“Thanks, I think, anyway. You want the truth?”

“Yes, please.”

Picking up her hand, I cover it with both of mine needing to make sure she doesn’t take off running and screaming. With a sigh, I admit one of my worst sins. “Yes, if necessary, I will.” I have many sins, but I don’t want her knowing them all.

She swallows, so silent; the air thickens as I wait for her to say something—anything. Even that she hates me, just say something and put me on the chopping block already. I’m not sure what to think, and I hate that feeling.

“Do you hate me now?”

“No, Sinner; I don’t think that’s possible.”

If she only knew. Sinner really is the best name for me, even after all these years.

The truth about where her mother ended up would say otherwise I’m sure. I can’t imagine she’d ever forgive me for being the one who snuffed her mother’s life out. That’s why I have to do everything in my power to make sure it remains buried. She can never know, no matter what. I won’t let her hate me.

“Oh, baby,” Saint groans, breaking the heavy moment as he comes out of the bathroom and discovers the goddess waiting on the bed.

Her lilac bra and panties are see-through after her dip in the hot tub, her hair damp and wavy with eyelashes so dark and long they’re deceiving, appearing as if she were blessed with a permanent coat of mascara. I was tormented by her beauty the entire time she floated around in that damn water. I was ready to fuck her on one of the damn motel tables if needed. The possessive side of me made me wait, however, not wanting any assholes to see her like that.

“You have no idea brother; you should’ve seen her in the goddamn water.”

“I can imagine.” He blinks with a nod.

“Shit was exotic,” I comment further, and he swallows, his hand falling to grip his thickening cock. He’s in a basic white hotel towel, and there’s no hiding how he’s feeling at the moment.

Glancing at Jude, her cheeks are flushed all over again, eyes pinned on a freshly-showered Saint.

“See something you want, baby girl?” He flicks his tongue over his bottom lip, taking her in from top to bottom and she lets out a pent-up breath. She bites her lip, scooting back a bit on the bed for him.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Jude,” I warn, garnering her attention back in my direction.

“I think I do,” she whispers, and I shoot her a devious grin. She can think all she’d like, but she has no fucking idea what we’ll do to her over and over. Because once surely won’t be enough to satisfy either of us.

“Saint, you get her warmed up, yeah? I’m going to hop in the shower and rinse the day off.”

“Sounds good to me,” he easily agrees as I pass him on my way to the shower. “That pussy is mine, Saint. Make your cock behave.”

He grunts, not making any promises as he prowls toward the bed.

Shutting the door, I inhale a calming breath and attempt to mentally prepare myself for stealing this young woman’s virginity. Removing my clothes, I turn the shower on and step under the icy spray. I need to clear the fog from my mind, so I can think clearly enough to remember to scrub my damn nuts. She has me so distracted, it’s hard to focus on anything but her and Saint.

One night alone with her isn’t going to be enough. I have to ruin her for all others, and Saint will help me accomplish that. I’ll make sure she never looks at another man the way she does me. Ever again.

My feet carry me to Jude, her skin radiating after a dip in the steamy water. The biggest dilemma on my mind right now is where do I touch her first? My hands want to be everywhere and nowhere all at once while I stare and take my fill of her with my eyes first.

“Baby.” The pet name I have reserved only for her leaves me in a quiet rasp; my body’s screaming for her but my mouth can’t quite form the words to say so just yet. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her lashes flutter, pulling me in even further. “Thank you,” she replies softly, and I take the final step, stopping directly in front of her. Lifting her chin with two of my fingers, I bring her eyes back to mine.

I can understand why Sinner is so easily taken with her. She’s enticing, even for me, a man who’s had his fair share of women. The more I’m around her, the more I find my appetite unsatisfied and hungry for a taste. “You’re perfection, Jude.”

That compliment earns me a smile, and I dip in, claiming her lips with mine. I have her back lying against the king-sized bed with my body hovering over hers almost immediately. Her mouth’s so sweet, like candy. I could kiss her for hours and not be sated. Sinner’s the only other person who can make me feel that way like I could never have enough.

My eager fingers find her thin bra straps, swiping them off her shoulders. The newly freed area of pale flesh begs for my attention. She still has a bruise and the teeth indentions from my bite. I caused her a touch of pain, but fuck me, I love the sight of the aftermath. There’s a piece of me that’s already marked her; I wonder if she realizes it.

Leaving her mouth, I’m drawn to the bare skin, my mark taunting me to make more. Pressing kisses along the sensitive area, I suck and nibble, leaving behind hickeys in my wake. Her blunt nails rake along my biceps, her quiet hum of approval spurring me on further. I want inside her, to feel her everywhere, to own a piece of her.

Hooking my thumbs on each bra cup, I free her breasts for me to devour next. Paying equal attention to the round mounds, I draw her nipples in between my lips. Switching back and forth, busily suckling the stiff peaks and then soothing them with swirls from my tongue. She’s teased me with these by wearing no bra under that T-shirt, and I’m getting my fill before she attempts to cover them once again.

The sensation has her writhing and drawing my face into her chest even more. Not that I mind one bit. I’ll spend an hour playing with her tits alone if she wants me to. I’ll even make her come like this. I should anyway as pay back for them bouncing and provoking me so much.

“Saint.” My name leaves her breathily, the sound making my cock stiffer, and in return causing the towel draped around my hips to break free. It slides from my waist, and her breath hitches as she tilts her head down to stare her fill.

I’ve never been the bashful type, so I sit back, resting my ass on the heels of my feet. It earns me a wide-eyed stare from Jude and nothing could please me more. In this position, she can see just how big my cock really is, and I get to commit her nakedness to memory.

“What is it?” A cocky grin naturally takes its place on my mouth with the question. I already know, but I want to hear her admit it out loud.

“I uh, had no idea.” She gestures toward my groin.

“About the size or the piercings?”

Did I mention my dick’s pierced several times? I have five bars in a row down the girth in a neat row. My barbells are shiny silver and ready to give her some pleasure.

“Can I touch them?” She bites her lip outright staring and I growl in response. Can she touch me? Fucking right she can, any time she wants to—especially there.

Grabbing her hand, I lead her to the spot in question. She runs a fingertip up and down the neat row a few times making my abs constrict. “More,” I demand, enjoying every second and her gaze flicks to mine then back to my thick cock. Each time she stares at it, I want to fill her up until she breaks.

Her fingers run up and down them several times and then I draw her up to her knees as well. “Now with your tongue,” I order, and she swallows, leaning forward to appease me.

She doesn’t put the whole length in her mouth as I’d expect, rather she runs her tongue up and down the piercings, and the sensation I’m rewarded with is insane. Chicks are always quick to throw the dick in their mouth without any outside tongue action. I’d forgotten what innocence was like. It’s fucking bliss.

“Holy shit, baby girl, that feels so damn good.” With my approval she does it several more times, licking my dick all over like it’s a lollipop. I’m in heaven. I thought it’d be good sinking inside her pussy, but this definitely works too.

The bathroom door opens a few beats later with Sinner filling the space, a cloud of steam escaping around his body. He’s naked and hot, just the way I like to see him the most. “Come here,” I command, turning my attention back to the stunning woman who’s busily working me over.

My back grows warm with his heat behind me, his body near enough to feel the temperature change. His mouth presses to the back of my neck. the place he knows makes me wild. He bites, scraping his teeth lightly against my flesh. I love a little pain with my pleasure.

There’s no confusion as to what we’re going to do, or why we’re here. The three of us want each other, and there’s nothing standing in our way from having it. I plan to sample them both as many times as my body will allow me to. Saint wants to keep Jude, so I say we fuck her into submission. Her pussy will be so sore riding on the back of my bike tomorrow, she’ll never want another man in her bed.

“Jude,” he calls over my shoulder, making her stop her divine torment. Her swollen lips beckon me to push her on further, not wanting her to quit. “I’m going to fuck you tonight sweetheart,” he tells her bluntly. “We both are.”

The best damn thing I’ve heard him say all day. “You good with that, baby?” I question, tilting her chin, so she peers up at me again. Or I could always stick my dick back between her lips. That was working mighty fine for me.

She nods, agreeing immediately. She wants it as bad as we do; she has since the first time she lay in her bed with me.

“Answer me, now.”

“Yes, daddy.” The term falls free, reminding me that I’m in control and it’s so goddamn sexy.

“Jesus, that fucking mouth,” I utter, holding her in place so I can kiss her again and delicately bite her lips. After a moment, I pull Sinner around in front of me as well.

“You gonna boss me too?” he mumbles playfully.

He’s well aware that I will if I feel he needs it, but tonight, we’re both alpha for her. I won’t attempt to overshadow him in any way. We can both possess what we desire.

“You have her first,” I offer, and his smile widens, dipping in to kiss me. His tongue tangles with mine, completely different from the soft woman beside us. He’s hard everywhere, just as I like it. The differences are magnificent, fulfilling everything I need in a mate, or, in this case, multiple lovers.

His strong hand grips my neck as he makes love to my mouth and fills me with promises for the future. He’s happy, and he’s satisfied. It’s what I want for him, to give love and feel the love in return. He’s never felt worthy of such a gift, and he’s done more than his share to receive it.

When he’s finished taking my lips with his, I give them some space. He’ll be gentle enough with her, so she’ll enjoy it. I don’t have that type of self-control. I didn’t when I was with him the first time, and I want her experience to be different. Besides, I can always corrupt her with sweet torture, once she’s been broken in a bit.

Sinner lies back, easily pulling me over his body to straddle his lap. He’s aroused and more than prepared to have me. I can’t stop my eyes from skating over him entirely; his muscles are exquisite. The angle of his jaw, that inky scruff, all of it calls to me, inviting me to do what I’ve dreamed of.

Leaning forward, I run my tongue along his sharp jaw and nip at his strong chin. Sinner’s arms strain and begin to shake before he wrenches me away.

His eyes are angry and full of need. His mouth falls open, his lips parting to let loose his heavy breaths as he stares at me, attempting to restrain himself. “You ready for me, Jude?” He grasps my biceps tightly, holding my core directly over his length.

“Wait,” Saint interrupts, moving to position his body behind me.

His palm slides over the curve of my hip at the same time that his mouth lands on my neck. My back meets his solid chest, and his fingers find a spot between my legs that’s full of pleasure. It’s the same place I’ve touched before, the one I’d fantasized Sinner rubbing as well. Saint’s tongue laps and swirls, his teeth nip, and he sucks with his lips pressed against my throat. The sensation paired with his hand between my legs has me panting, my eyes rolling heavenward.

Sinner reaches between us, his finger finding my entrance, grazing lightly at first, and then pushing through the tight entry. My hips begin to rock back and forth as my mind imagines it’s me riding him into oblivion. I may have felt my nub many times, but I’d never ventured as far as putting my fingers inside my core. He doesn’t hesitate though, driving his in me as far as he can.

“Christ,” he utters as Saint groans against me. “Fuck, I’m a bad man for doing this. She’s like a vice, brother; her pussy’s so damn needy and tight.”

My eyes shoot open, shit when did they close? My gaze meets his as I admit, “I don’t want a good man. I want one who’ll do all the filthy, wonderful things to my body that I could ever imagine.”

His nostrils flare, a serious nearly unwound look overtakes his face at my admission. It’s true, though; I want these two men, not anyone else. Saint’s hands move to my breasts as he adjusts to the side again, his cock grazing my ass cheek and Sinner’s fingers leave me. The sudden lack of attention has me moving to squeeze my legs closed.

Sinner grins with amusement, watching me seek out more pleasure. “Oh no, sweetheart, I’ll give you just what you want,” he promises and sinks me down over his thick girth.

The breath escapes my lungs as my mouth falls open in a silent scream, laced with a moan. The feeling is pain and pleasure mixed in the most enchanting way, kind of like hot fudge mating with whipped marshmallow. The shit is delicious but too much, and it’s a bit too sugary, enough so it’ll give you a tooth ache.

“Talk to me, baby,” Saint murmurs while Sinner groans and moves to drive in again. “You all right?”

“Yes.” The word comes out as a hiss followed up with a small cry, the barrier of my innocence stretched wide and no more.

Sinner hums in pleasure, seating me down on him fully. “Good girl, now you move your hips however it feels right for you.” His fingers grip my thighs, spanning nearly the entire width. I always thought they were on the bigger side, but Sinner’s hands make me feel so small in comparison.

“But will it feel good for you, too, if you don’t move me how you want to?”

“Jude, you just sitting there feels fucking amazing,” he admits, and it strikes a bit more confidence in me. “You’re so damn tight baby, my cock is in fucking shock. Normally it takes me awhile to reach my end, but you may do me in quicker.”

The uncomfortable pinch of pain remains, but so does the need to finish out my budding orgasm they’d started to give me. Starting slowly, I get a rhythm going. By the way Sinner responds, I’d say I’m doing something right for him as well.

The pain begins to fade away the more that the two of them touch me. My speed increases, chasing my pleasure, shifting and sliding my hips in different motions. My skin grows slick no longer from the hot tub, but from having them so close and it feels amazing.

My center milks his cock, pulling and begging for him to release as my climax thunders over my body. Sinner follows his own right behind me. Our voices mingle, mimicking our bodies as we cry out in satisfaction when the time finally arrives.

For losing my virginity, I couldn’t imagine it being any better. I let out a sigh, content and a bit sleepy. I can’t help but think that with the two of them beside me; it was everything and so much more.

Sinner lays me back on the bed to go clean himself in the bathroom, offering the perfect view of his backside. Never thought about men having nice butts, but his is just the right size to grab a handful of. They’re turning me into a shameless wanton version of myself.

Motioning to follow, Saint stops me by pushing me back against the pillows again. The spot is still warm and welcoming from Sinner laying there before me.

He tsks, wearing a naughty grin. “My turn baby. And be prepared, the orgasm I’m fixing to give you will have you screaming for everyone to hear.”

And shout I did, along with declaring them both sex gods by the end of our time together. To say they were amused by my rambling is an understatement.

Closing my eyes my body searches for sleep, exhausted but happy. I can’t help but feel that nothing’s the same as it was yesterday. I’m forever changed, made for the two of them and completely ruined, just as they had promised.