It’s been four days since I’ve seen Lick, and by seen I mean from a distance because he sure hasn’t attempted to talk to me or come near me. I’ve called Maggie trying to get any information on Ryder and Roxy, but she can’t tell me anything because I’m not family. Savannah knows nothing, stating Sin hasn’t confided in her. I’ve even paid Cut and Lily a visit, but no one seems to know anything.
“It’s quiet in here,” I announce to a few of The Fallen as I walk into the clubhouse. Twist and Poppy are lounging on the couch, and Scarlett is sitting on the floor next to the twins messing with her tablet. I know she’s an avid reader and loves to write song lyrics. Heather, the club bartender, is behind the bar washing glasses and tidying up.
The music is softly playing in the background, which is so, the total opposite of how it normally is when the guys are around, but they’re not here, so the women have taken over. The clubhouse is your typical biker looking place. It’s worn, rugged and no matter how many times women like Queenie try to soften up the place, it’s always just a biker’s hangout.
“The music’s a nice change, huh?” Heather asks with a smile as I take a seat on one of the barstools.
“Yeah, totally.”
The clubhouse isn’t normally my thing, but being here for almost six months I’ve had to find some ways to pass my downtime. These girls are good people. I know that when Savannah first arrived they weren’t on friendly terms, and I can see why. She was fresh meat, a nobody who caught Sin’s eye and took him out of the equation. She represented change to a system they were all used to. I have to say that I’ve even felt a shift since Kara, another of The Fallen, was killed. She was the ringleader, and these girls didn’t even so much as blink without her permission.
I’ve spent time outside of the club with these girls. We’ve had lunch. We’ve had our toes done. I’ve grown to care for these girls. My understanding towards people is one of the issues my father has with me which I never understood because The Bible states we shouldn’t judge others. How many times growing up did I hear my father preach on Matthew 7:1 Judge not, that ye be not judged. Nevertheless, it seemed he was always the most judgmental person. He wouldn’t agree with my friendship towards these women. He barely tolerated my friendship with Savannah.
“You want something to drink? Wine maybe?”
“Maybe something stronger?”
She cocks her brow but nods in understanding.
“How long are the guys gone for?” I ask, watching Heather pour several different types of alcohol together, shake them, and then empty them into a large shot glass in front of me.
“Not sure,” Scarlett says as she sits in the seat next to me. “I’m not even sure what they’re gone for.” She lifts her finger to Heather who starts to make the same drink again.
“Do we ever, though?” Twist asks as she sits on the other side of me, grabbing the bottle of red wine and pouring herself a glass.
“It’s not our place to know,” Poppy answers as she comes around the bar and stands next to Heather. She pulls a bottle of whiskey from the well, opens her mouth and pours several shots down her throat. When she snaps her head back upright, her cheeks are flushed. “Whoa, that’s so gonna leave a mark.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“How can you gals stand to be here but not really be here? You know these guys are only looking for one thing. They don’t want to know what’s on your mind, or how you feel.” Swirling the cloudy liquid, I bring it to my lips and allow the cool liquid to burn my throat as it goes down. “Holy crap, what is this stuff?”
Heather laughs as she places another glass in front of me. “Just drink.” She pushes the glass closer to me.
“We know what we’re getting ourselves into. We know what we’ve signed up for and its sex,” Twist says, shrugging. “And we’re young. We’re doing what we want before we do what we have to. We aren’t looking for our Mr. Right, just our Mr. Right now.”
The ladies nod with a look of agreement on their faces. “I think this calls for more alcohol, then we’ll tell you, Jenni Girl,” Scarlet says, using Cruise’s nickname for me, “why we stick around.”
The front door opens, and the four of us turn at the sound. Kimmy enters the room, followed by her best friend, Britt. Kimmy’s been around for a while, from what the girls have told me. She was Kara’s right-hand bitch, and she isn’t overly friendly. She’s never once been out with us. She’s taken a liking to Hawk but doesn’t discriminate when it comes to sex or penises.
“More alcohol,” Twist announces, making Poppy and Scarlet laugh but causing Kimmy and Britt to roll their eyes.
“Sounds like a plan.” Heather leans over the glasses that are lined up and pours various liquors. “Line em up, pick em up, tip it back and drink em down, just like a man.” She slams her hand on the bar signaling for us to take our shots. Once the last of the six shot glasses land on the wood, the liquor flows again.
The fruity liquid hits the back of my throat as it burns going down. Suppressing the need to cough, my eyes start to water. “Ah, there you go, Jenni Girl. We’ll make a drinker out of you yet.” She takes the glass from my fingers, pouring me another. It seems times have changed. Makes me remember a conversation I had awhile back.
“Why aren’t you getting smashed with the rest of ’em?” Lick’s voice, close to my ear, sends shivers down my spine.
I’m standing in the corner, near the back exit of the clubhouse. I feel like a fish out of water. If I went out there and danced would I be asking for trouble? Inviting something that I really don’t want? I don’t want to risk it so I’d rather be an observer rather than a doer.
When I glance over my shoulder, I see his eyes, liquid chocolate, consuming me. “I’d rather experience the slower burn,” I say as I take another sip of wine.
“You like slow and steady, Sugar Tits?”
“Slow and steady wins the race.” I take another sip of wine. The welcome sting of alcohol trickles down my throat.
With his hands on my waist, he turns me around. I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze. “Sometimes slow and steady is good. But other times…” he licks his lips, “…other times we just need it fast and hard.”
He tugs my body to his, my chest slams into his, making the wine glass slip from my hand, crashing to the floor. A chuckle passes over his lips when he moves his mouth mere inches from mine.
“Winning comes so much sooner when it’s hard and fast.” His mouth is now closer to my ear. “I’d make exceptions for you, you know?” He nips at my ear. “So many fucking exceptions.”
He pushes his body from mine, walking away.
“And that’s why they need to explain exactly what they want when they say they like the golden showers.” Scarlet shakes her head while visible chills roll through her body. Her words are kinda slurred, and from where I’m standing there’s now two of her.
“How were you supposed to know he wanted to do the peeing, and not the other way around.” Twist asks.
“Exactly. God!” She points her finger towards Twist. “I can still remember what his piss tasted like. It was awful.”
“It’s not as bad as getting shit on,” Kimmy says.
My already queasy stomach revolts at the image of someone shitting on someone else.
“Tell me you did not get shit on. And if you did, then who did the shitting?” Scarlet asks.
Kimmy laughed. “Not me, bitch. Kara once told me that she shit on some nomad.”
“How is that even possible?” I ask.
“Kara was doing him cowgirl style. Riding that cock real good. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them so far apart that it just slipped out. All that gyrating must have worked some of her shit loose.”
“Or it just meant that her ass was so used she couldn’t keep her shit in.” Poppy starts laughing. “Her ass was worn out!” Slapping the bar with her hand, she starts to lean and lands her butt right on the wooden floors.
“Oh Lord, I’m going to pee myself,” I confess.
“It’s better than shittin’ yourself,” Poppy says, laughing from the floor.
“Let’s head to the couches,” Heather instructs. “I’m not taking any drunk bitches to the hospital. There will be no alcohol related incidences on my watch.”
Heather grabs a pitcher of the cloudy concoction she made earlier and a bottle of whiskey, and Kimmy pulls Poppy up. With our glasses in hand, we all land our drunken butts on the cushions.
“I can’t feel my face.” Poking my nails into the skin of my cheeks, it feels numb.
“Ohh, numb face is the best face,” Britt says.
“What about Rowdy? Didn’t he shove his whole hand up Kara’s vag once?” Scarlet rolls her eyes. “I mean, we all have our quirks, but having some guy literally fist your vag is not okay in my book.”
Choking on my drink, I sit forward as alcohol goodness rolls down my chin, “What’s fisting?”
“Where you get a fist shoved up your cooch,” Heather explains, punching the air.
“Shut up!”
“It’s not exactly like that, but the guy works your twat opens so he can fit things in there.”
“Things?” I ask.
“I’ve had it done to me,” Britt expresses, and we all look at her. “No one else has ever had it done?”
“No. At least none of us who are living, anyway.” Twist rolls her eyes.
“It helped when I took two guys at once. They were a couple of frat guys and neither of them wanted to wait their turn.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Arizona State is huge into partying. Probably some of the best sex I’ve had.”
“How?”
“It takes some time, but once you get into it, girl, orgasmic.”
“The fisting or the threesomes?” I’m completely lost.
She looks around the room. “Both,” she says with a smile. “You can’t tell me that none of you have never had two dicks inside your pussy at once? Way more intense than just taking in the ass and twat at the same time. That’s how threesomes are supposed to be.” She gives me a wink.
The girls don’t seem phased by Brits revelation, but me? I’m so in over my head here. “We love threesomes,” Poppy says as she snuggles up next to Twist. “I’ve got to say, Lick is by far the best at it.”
My stomach drops at her comment.
“Yeah totally. I love how he likes to watch more than interact. It’s fucking hot watching him stroke himself. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.”
Flashes of what I witnessed between Lick, Hawk and that woman enter my mind.
“You all right?” Heather asks me, and I nod.
“Remember that one gal from a year back,” Scarlet breaks in. “The one that was just here for the weekend. She was brought in with one of those nomads and she didn’t leave.”
Poppy taps her acrylic nails on her cheek squinting her eyes, trying to remember. “Ohhh, yeah, the guys were saying that she was holy because she believed in the trinity.”
“I don’t get it,” I say.
“You know…” Twist motions to her mouth, vagina, and then bottom. “She liked it in all three holes at once.”
“Wait, what?”
“That bitch took three dicks up her ass at once. No joke. And she was sucking some dude off at the same time,” Scarlet adds.
“You’re lying!” Britt exclaims.
“I’m so not lying,” Scarlett says.
“You are lying,” Poppy confirms. “It wasn’t like that. One dick was in her pussy, and one was in her ass while she had one in her mouth.”
“You all thought Kara had the Grand Canyon hole. Nope, it was that bitch.” Scarlet shakes her head. “I’m so glad she finally took off. She was no good.”
“Remember how she fucked them right in the open. That bitch had no dignity,” Twist chimes in.
Poppy starts laughing and slams her hand on her thigh. “She had her mouth stuffed with Lick’s dick. Yeah, she was sucking him off while she straddled one guy taking it in her twat while the other guy pounded it in her ass.”
“She was a fucking contortionist, that one. Almost made me want to take yoga.”
“So, because she had three guys at once they called her Holy?” I asked.
“Holy Mary.”
“That’s what he said.” They all start to laugh.
“There was this dude that came in here.” Twist bit her lip. “Boy, did he know how to take me. There hasn’t been a guy since that can fuck like he could. It was incredible.”
“Is there anyone who isn’t good at sex?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Nope,” they say in unison.
“It’s like this unwritten rule that if you ride a bike, then you gotta know how to fuck,” Kimmy states. “I haven’t come across a man who hasn’t made my toes curl.” Her eyes scan me. “Well, almost.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“I haven’t had the pleasure of riding Lick’s cock.”
“Dotty said that Cruise is nice in the sack.” Scarlet shakes her head. “He won’t give me the time of day. Said he doesn’t like them red.” She stands up and pulls down her shorts revealing a thin strip of deep red curls. “This is real shit.” She points to herself. “A true redhead is like a unicorn. I can’t believe he doesn’t want a taste.” She snaps her shorts back.
“He is good,” Poppy says, making Scarlet’s head snap. She shrugs. “He likes them blonde. Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.”
“I have to agree with Pops. He does like em blonde,” Twist says. Her eyes move to me. “It seems like he likes them with deep brown curls too.”
“Don’t bring me into this. I’ve had no part of him,” I say, shaking my head.
“Now Lick…” Poppy bites her lip as she eyes me. “He is one fine piece of cock.”
“Do you think it’s all that hardware?” Scarlett asks.
“Yeah, for sure,” Poppy agrees. “All that metal along his shaft and that ring on the tip. I love running my tongue over it. It makes my mouth water.” She closes her eyes and begins to rub her hand over her breast. Her head falls back in ecstasy, and she continues her assault on her body, pulling at her nipples. Desire pools between my legs, and I begin to rub my thighs together as I watch her.
“Are you getting turned on?” Heather asks.
I rip my eyes away from Poppy to answer Heather. “What? No, of course not.”
“You look a little flushed.”
“It’s the tequila,” I lie.
She cocks her head to the side. “You’re drinking water.”
“There’s Jack in here too.” I turn back to Poppy who’s simply grinning at me. “So, um, Lick’s hardware. It’s good in the mouth, but what about during sex?”
The five women look between themselves, trying to get confirmation from each other. Scarlet turns to me. “No one has ever had sex with Lick.”
“What?”
“Yeah, none of the girls have ever fucked Lick. It’s always been oral for everyone.”
How is that possible?