Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (51 page)

Cole didn’t have to look too hard
. Heather and her friend, the red head that he couldn’t remember the name of, were walking his way with Brant.

“Hey, Bud. I brought you back a friend.” Brant tipped his head in Heather’s direction as he slipped his arm around the friend and pulled her close to his side as she giggled.

“Hey, Cole.” Heather smiled his way, her eyes raking over his body.

Before he could reply
, his sight fell on her chest and under the silky tank, her nipples hardened as she took him in. Swallowing, Cole imagined what he could be doing to those pert nipples and perfect handful size tits. He tore his gaze from her chest and met her eyes. “Hey, gorgeous, Dom’s inside. Why don’t we get outta here and away from the track for a bit?”

“Oh hell yeah!”
Brant exclaimed.

Both women nodded their agreement. “There’s a cool little pub not far from here
,” Heather pointed out.

Cole didn’t go out without his ball cap and he knew Brant usually wore his. They were without because Dom said it was rude to wear them to the dinners. He had to agree it was.
“Sounds cool. Hang on while I grab us some ball caps.”

Cole disappeared inside. Dom sat in the captain chair, staring at the door. “I heard you’re going out. Do
not
be fucking late getting back.” He stared at Cole before rubbing his hands down his face in a desperate manner. “Never mind. More importantly, don’t get too fucked up. Tomorrow is important. The most important─”

Cole threw up a hand, stopping Dom. “Enough! I know how important tomorrow is. If you want my head in the race, then I need to go tonight and clear the fuck out of it. Understand?”

Dom released a large sigh full of worry. He dramatically threw his head back and closed his eyes, “Yeah. Go.”

“Don’t wait up.” Cole grabbed his and Brant’s hats and headed out.

“Get a lecture from dad?” Brant asked, sliding his cap on his head and pulling it low.

“Of course.
Let’s go.” He threw his arm around Heather’s neck, pulling her toward him, pressing his lips against her in a promise of what’s to come. He pulled back, smirking down at the petite brunette. She had been one of his regular hookups since the beginning. Heather was the only groupie that he never saw trying to hook up with another racer. If she did, she was discreet about it.

The group entered the bar and the girls squeezed into the booth on opposite sides followed by the guys. A smoking hot waitress walked up wearing nothing more than a checkered flag bikini. Cole sat up, greeting her with a lopsided grin.
“Well, hello there.”

“Hi, my name’s Eve
, and I’ll be your server. Can I get y’all drinks and maybe an appetizer to start?” Eve’s eyes never left Cole’s as she addressed the group.

“I’ll have a Bud draft
,” Cole responded as he took in her body again.

Brant wasn’t doing much better; his gaze was fixated on her chest as he said, “Same, and an order of fried mushrooms and mozzarella sticks.”

“Great, I’ll get that started for you.” Eve started to walk off when Heather spoke up.

“
Excuse me,
my friend and I will have two shots of your top shelf tequila and margaritas, on the rocks.” Heather turned back away from the waitress and went back to chatting with her friend.

Cole shrugged as Eve huffed before storming off. 

“I’d offer for us to leave so you can enjoy her, but I want my margarita first. After that you can do whatever you want.” Heather didn’t look his way just stared down at the napkin she was currently shredding.

The waitress returned with drinks and Brant’s appetizers and walked away without another word. The next time someone came to check on them
, it was a different server. “Sorry, Eve had to step out. Can I get y’all another round? How about a pitcher of beer and one of margaritas?”

Heather spoke up, this time with a sugary sweet voice. “That would be great,
hon. Can you bring two more top shelf tequila shots as well?”

“Sure thing, I’ll be back in just a minute.”

After finishing off the shots and pitchers, Cole went up to the register to settle the tab before they left. Cole walked a little ahead of the group and made a call. Hanging up, he turned back to the group and said, “Detour, I got us some rooms. The hotel’s a block over.”

Brant’s face was comical
; his expression said, “Dude, seriously?”

Heather and Hannah (he finally heard her name at the pub) giggled and said, “Sounds great!”

Cole checked in and received the key cards before joining the others to catch the elevator. As they walked into the waiting lift, Heather did that eye-rake thing that made her nipples harden. He stalked toward her, not lifting his sight from her pert nipples. He wanted a taste, and he knew she wasn’t shy. As Cole approached her, his hands slipped up her sides, lifting her tank with them, and she gasped as her breast came into view. Guiding her back, he dropped his head and sucked one of her pink buds into his mouth. As he caressed it with his tongue and stroked her other tit with his hand, she let out a low moan. He had forgotten how responsive she was. Heather’s hands ran through his hair, pulling his head tighter against her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cole could see Brant had Hannah pushed up against the wall, hands above her head, and his head buried in her neck.
The night was about to get interesting.

The elevator dinged their arrival. Cole adjusted Heather’s top as the doors slid open. Cole handed Brant his room key as they reached the joining rooms. “Head into your
room and unlock the joining door; I’ll do the same. Grab some mini liquor bottles out of the fridge for the girls. Whatever’s in there.”

Cole opened his door and motioned for Heather to go first. Hannah followed Brant into his room.  The couples converged in Cole’s room with plenty of miniature bottles of alcohol. Cole turned the music on, playing one of his favorite playlists. The first song to start randomly was
“Casual Sex” by My Darkest Days. Chuckling to himself, Cole figured he couldn’t have picked a better song.

“Dude, this song is fucking perfect!” Brant laughed as he grabbed Hannah around the waist
, taking her mouth with his. Pulling back, he smirked at her. “You ready for some casual sex, baby?”

Hannah laughed, smacking his chest.
“Not so fast, Romeo.”

Heather giggled and spoke up from her spot on the arm of the couch. “Let’s take a few shots?”

Cole glowered at her as he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. “Go ahead, I don’t want any shots.” He thumbed the button through its hole on his jeans, before shoving them off his hips and stepping out of them. Their little preshow in elevator had him hard as a rock, and it showed.

Heather and Hannah grabbed four mini bottles of liquor, while Brant removed his clothing. Brant was not about to be out done by Cole. Heather whispered something
into Hannah’s ear as they opened their first bottles of Malibu Rum. With mischievous smiles, they clicked the bottles together, saying “cheers” before downing the sweet liquid. Sitting next to each other on the couch before opening the second bottle, Hannah leaned into Heather this time before repeating the process.

Cole was done. He enjoyed watching them, but
he would rather be in Heather right now. He stalked toward her, keeping the smile from his face and his brow lowered just enough to give him a malicious look. As his bare thigh brushed against her, he leaned into her, pressing a not so innocent kiss just below her ear. He whispered, “I’m really done with this charade. We all know what we came here for.” He kissed her ear, sucking his way down her neck. His free hand trailed up and down her thigh, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

Heather shivered. Clearing her throat, she stopped his hand. “Do you care if I look at your playlist?”

He slumped back against the couch, confused. “Go for it.” His tone suggested he was clearly unamused. He had no idea why she needed to change the song. He was worked up and more than ready to get on with the show.

Across the coffee table from him, Hannah was twisting and grinding into Brant’s lap,
which Cole watched with envy. He hadn’t even realized Hannah had moved from her spot next to her friend. Heather had jumped up as soon as he told her she could look at his phone and grabbed it off the table before walking a little ways away. His head swiveled from side to side, his attention torn between what she was doing and what the other couple was doing. He was not beyond watching them.

Before Cole could start rubbing one out, Heather grabbed her friend and pulled her toward the bedroom. As soon as his lap was empty, Brant called out, “What the fuck, Heather?”

“Hang on. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

Now Cole was curious. Before his mind could start processing any possibilities, which
all ended with the four of them on the floor in some orgy, Heather and Hannah came back into the room.

“Brant
, I need you to sit on the opposite end of the couch.” Heather explained.

Brant’s eyebrows pulled together and his lips curved in confusion. But he got to his feet and made his way to the couch. Heather handed something to Hannah before they both approached the men. Heather spoke softly to both of them. “Close your eyes and tip your heads back, rest them on the back of the couch. Leave your hands by your sides and knees spread.” The men did as she said. Cole felt the couch dip before he felt something
slightly rough, maybe a towel, cover his face from the nose up. “You can remove the blindfolds and open your eyes when the music starts.”

“Ok
ay, what’s going on?” Cole asked with concern laced in his voice.

“Don’t worry. We’re not going to rob you.” Heather giggled.

“Or hurt you, much.” Hannah added.

Two low groans escaped from the guys. Cole squirmed in expectation. The night was starting to turn around.
One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.
He counted to twenty-six before the guitar intro to My Darkest Days’ song “Porn Star Dancing” started. As soon as he heard the unique music, he removed the towel from his face.

The coffee table had been moved off to the side and Heather and Hannah stood in front of him wearing his and Brant’s button down shirts with their backs to them. Cole’s focus never left Heather as she moved her body seductively
and caressed it. When they both spun around at the sound of the lyrics, Cole’s jaw dropped. They had removed all clothing except the button down shirts that were left open. Each time Heather gyrated her hips, her shaved mound with its slim landing strip was put on display and Cole would groan in appreciation. About the time he was ready to get up and haul her toward the bedroom, she made her way toward him. Heather gave him a devious smile before crossing in front of Hannah switching places with her. He watched Heather as she trailed her small hands up Brant’s legs before climbing on the couch, straddling his lap. Cole’s attention was brought away from her as he felt Hannah copying Heather’s moves. He glimpsed Hannah’s curvaceous hips and silky smooth mound before she spanned his own lap, lightly scratching him as she trailed her nails over his chest. Linking her hands behind his neck, she pushed her melon sized tits in his face. Before he could comment on the twist in events, he roughly grabbed her hips, guiding them in a downward circular motion as he flicked his tongue out swiping it across her hardened nipple.

“No touching, Cole.” Brant let out in a deep groan as he clutched on to the arm of the couch and the cushion.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.
Heather won’t let me touch her.”

Cole was beyond turned on. He was ready to explode
, but he wanted to see where this unexpected lap dance was headed. He dropped his hands and threw his head back with a grunt. Hannah continued her assault on his lap and kissing his neck and shoulders.

The song changed
, and when the music started again, Heather backed off Brant’s lap. Hannah followed her. They took a step toward each other and Cole grabbed his cock when the women met in a lip lock, groping each other. Heather’s hands slid around Hannah’s hips as she rotated her to the other side. She pulled away, winking at her friend.

“Heather?” Cole whispered her name before grabbing her hand.

“Hang on, baby. We’re just showing you how well we play together.” Heather spun around giving him her back again as she slid the dress shirt off her shoulders. Looking over her shoulder, she met his eyes; licking her lips, she dropped the shirt completely before spreading her legs slightly and bending over to pick it up and toss it off to the side. Straightening back up, her fingers trailed up her thighs and over the curve of her ass before gliding over her slender waist and up the swell of her breasts meeting above her head where she interlocked them as she swayed and rocked to the beat.

“Fuck that was hot.” Cole pushed up to sit on the edge of the couch.

“Hell yeah it was.” Brant moved forward as well.

At this point
, Cole didn’t give a fuck what else she had planned. He reached out to grab her, but she slapped his hand away before backing that beautiful round ass of hers up and dropping down on his lap. She let out a moan as she rubbed her clit against his boxer covered length. Reaching down, she laced her fingers with his before bringing them to her breast. As he kneaded her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, she leaned forward stretching her arm out for something on the ground. Cole wasn’t about to let go of her breast now that she finally had allowed him to touch her, so he followed her down and saw the silver packages lying on the floor.
About damn time
. As he leaned back, she spun around to face him. Licking her lips, she freed him from his boxers before she tore open the condom package, removed the rubber and rolled it on him. He thought about asking if she honestly wanted to fuck in front of their friends, but he was so turned on, he couldn’t think enough to ask, let alone walk. He gently pushed her up and stood behind her to remove his boxers. With the condom already on, and knowing she was ready for him, he placed his hand on her back, turning her away from him and guiding her down. With her bent forward at the waist, he gripped her hips before slamming into her warm center; he let out a growl of appreciation as she whimpered. He wasn’t huge, but she was tight, and he knew she needed a minute to adjust before he moved. In that moment, he heard the cries and moans beside him. He glanced over and saw Hannah riding Brant in an oblivious high.