Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance (19 page)

Four days went by, and neither Trask nor Hope brought up anything about his gift.

It wasn’t even on his mind when he threw open the door to the Watering Hole that Thursday. Everybody in the place jumped out and yelled surprise. He wasn’t particularly surprised, since he saw the lights off when he pulled up on his Harley. He played it up, anyway, grabbing at his chest and feigning shock. They were good guys, and he liked them all the more for throwing a party together for him. He loved Hope for arranging the whole thing.

As the Rising Sons drained beer after beer and ate every bit of barbecue in the joint, Trask’s mind wandered back to Hope’s present. There was no fear or doubt in his mind. He loved that girl more than anything in the world, and nothing—not even another woman—could come between them. That said, Trask couldn’t think of anything besides her promise. It ate at him in the best possible way.

The night wore on, more and more of the Rising Sons taking their leave. Eventually, Trask did lose himself in the fun and was able to think of something besides his birthday present. When he realized the party was over, he and Hope were alone in the bar. Alone, except for the bartender. She was a new hire, and Trask didn’t know her name. All the hiring was left up to Donna, anymore. For a few seconds, he looked around. Then it dawned on him.
She
was his birthday present. Trask looked at her again with a closer eye. She cleaned up real nice. Long brown curls fell around her shoulders. Right away he could tell that she worked out. The girl had a tight stomach that was shown off by a midriff T-shirt. God, what was her name? Sandy? No, that wasn’t it. Brandy. That’s it, Brandy. He remembered a brother making a joke about her name.

When Trask turned back to Hope, there was a wide smile on her face. She looked content, and he followed her gaze to the bartender, as well. Trask’s cock instantly came to attention. The prospect of a threesome was one thing, but when it stared you in the face, it was a different thing altogether.

His woman stood up. “Well, I guess it’s time we close this place down, what you think Brandy?”

Trask watched intently as the bartender answered. “I guess so. It’s been a long night.” He listened for some undertone. He didn’t hear anything. Did Brandy know what she was going to be a part of? Hope did, he knew that. “Mind giving me a hand behind the bar, Prez?”

Brandy teased Trask as he helped close the place down. She would brush past him behind the narrow bar, lean over him to grab something, and run the occasional finger over the back of his neck. There was no way she didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t want to jinx anything by saying a damn word. Just the occasional grunt of approval.

After the place was good to go, Brandy smiled at Hope, “So, am I following you two?” Trask’s already aching cock pressed harder against his jeans.

Hope spoke before he could say anything, “Trask and I rode out here together, so I’ll ride with you, Brandy. We’ll follow the birthday boy.”

He was driven to near madness. Trask couldn’t even speak. He let out a low groan. He’d be riding his Harley alone, knowing that two beautiful women were on their way behind him, ready to fuck his brains out. Hope was doing it on purpose. She was drawing it out as long as possible to fuck with him, to get him going. Well, he was fucking going, alright.

Brandy threw her leg over her Sportster. Hope stood in the light that the Harley cast, her hands on her hips. “I didn’t know you rode.”

With a nod, Brandy said, “Pretty sure it’s the only reason I got hired. I’ve never served drinks before.”

Hope looked at Brandy like she had just transformed. Brandy might have even seen a little respect in Hope’s eyes. Stepping forward, Hope swung her leg over the bike, joining Brandy. After Hope strapped on her helmet, she wrapped her arms around Brandy’s stomach, noting that the girl had abs of steel beneath the leather jacket. She made a note to ask about how Brandy ended up in Davis, but before she could, Trask took off down the street. Brandy followed, with Hope holding on. All three hearts raced at the prospect of the night to follow.

The ride home was longer than he remembered. The fact that two beauties followed behind made the time stretch out before him. Trask tried not to think about the time like it was torture. Instead, he thought about just how lucky he was to have a smart and beautiful woman like Hope willing to get down with another hottie. It didn’t help the time pass, but it did make it more tolerable. He finally parked his Harley in the driveway and watched as Brandy pulled her Harley in behind him and shut off the lights. “Hm.” He mumbled to himself. “Didn’t know she rode.”

Inside, Trask was an animal in his own cage. He wanted to be released, but he didn’t want to do anything to upset Hope. She was the number one thing in his life, and he knew that this was his present, all arranged by her. That didn’t mean he didn’t waste any time. Under the flimsy pretense of showing Brandy the house, they quickly ended up in the bedroom. Hope stood in the doorway, watching with her own heart pounding.

Trask looked back to her, thinking she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She was strong, confident, and incredibly sexy. For a second, their eyes met, and then she gave him the go ahead. Like that, Trask turned on.

After getting a simple nod from Hope, Trask was unleashed. He had a satisfied smile that was almost sinister. Brandy was a hot piece of ass, and he was going to enjoy every inch of her. His lips were at her neck in an instant, taking in her sweet perfume mixed with the scent of the bar. It smelled like adrenaline and booze. It was the smell of a motorcycle gang. Trask had the funny notion that every cute bartender they hired should be initiated exactly like this. A good fuck to let them know what it was like to be part of the Rising Sons.

“Oh my god,” she moaned out as his lips and stubble dragged across her skin. Hope stood at the bedroom door, enjoying the wide smile on Brandy’s face. She turned the knob and pushed the door closed, watching her man and the cute twenty-something. She could get so fiercely jealous of other women when it came to Trask, but for some reason, Hope loved watching him with Brandy. He looked so animalistic and manly. Hope rarely got to see that in person unless Trask fucked her in front of a mirror. But now she could watch it happening right in front of her, before she joined in.

Trask spun Brandy around, so that both of them faced Hope. The cute little bartender’s eyes went wide, but not out of fear. It must have been her first time experiencing the power of a real biker. Hope mused that she had probably only been with boys, and if that was the case, Brandy was in for quite a treat. Nobody fucked like a biker.

Trask’s hands slid down Brandy’s tight body. When they came back up, he brought the t-shirt up and over her head. Hope couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight. When she saw the skull tattoo between Brandy’s firm breasts, Hope couldn’t stay still any longer. She was no longer just watching.

By the time she reached Trask and Brandy, Hope could feel the heat between her legs. It was growing by the second, and she knew that her black thong was probably soaked, too. Trask’s hands were at the button of Brandy’s tight jeans. He undid them in a snap, and his hand disappeared inside. Hope’s mouth dropped open as she stepped toward the two.

Brandy let out a squeal of pleasure at Trask’s rough touch. Seeing her reaction, Hope knew the girl hadn’t been with any real men. Hope wondered if the girl had ever been with another woman. If she hadn’t, that would soon be taken care of. Brandy would be checking quite a few things off her list that night.

Hope slid a gentle and soft hand around the back of Brandy’s neck. Pulling her close, Hope kissed the pretty bartender’s full lips. The girl let out another moan. A deep grunt came from behind the two women as Trask watched. His cock was rock hard, pressing into Brandy from behind.

One of Brandy’s hands was in Hope’s hair, her fingers buried deep. The girl’s other hand was behind her, squeezing Trask’s cock through his jeans. None of the three men that she had been with before were nearly as well hung as Trask. At first Brandy thought Hope was a lucky lady, but then she realized that she was going to get lucky, herself. She giggled at the thought.

As Hope and Brandy made out, Trask’s fingers worked beneath Brandy’s underwear. He groaned at the touch of that hot, wet, young pussy. He’d had his share, and he was more than happy with Hope, but goddamn was it fun to break in a new girl. Sliding a single finger inside of her, Trask could feel just how tight she was. Best birthday ever.

Knowing what was coming on Trask’s birthday, Brandy had gone out and gotten a wax the day before. She was soft and smooth, ready to take everything Trask was going to give her. Hope was more than willing to get in on the fun, as well. Brandy was excited by the prospect of being with a woman, especially one as sexy as Hope. As Brandy and Hope made out, the young girl felt Hope reach behind her back and undo her bra. It loosened on her chest, and Hope worked it down Brandy’s arms. It was tossed away without care.

Hope kissed her way from Brandy’s lips downwards. First at her neck, nibbling and listening to the girl’s moans, then down to her nape. Hope took Brandy’s tits in her hands, squeezing and kneading them. They were firm C cups that seemed to defy gravity. Hope bit the girl’s pink nipples and circled her tongue around them. Brandy was gasping for breath between Hope and Trask. He had slid a second finger inside of her, curling it up to press against her G spot. Her knees had gone weak, but he was holding her up with just one hand, pulling her back against his cock. Her heart pounded, sending blood between her legs and making her ache for sweet release. Brandy couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was already the best sex of her life.

Trask’s hand slid from inside of Brandy’s jeans and slowly trailed up her bare torso. Hope was still at the girl’s breasts, using her lips to get Brandy’s nipples hard. When she felt Trask against her cheeks, Hope took his two wet fingers into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of Brandy’s sweetness. It was strong, but something about it made her ravenous. She knew the night was technically about Trask, but Hope was going to have just as much fun.

Standing up, it was Hope’s turn to spin the girl around. Facing her away from the bed, Hope pushed her into the soft sheets. Brandy let out a squeal of delight. Her heart raced as she looked up at the couple she was about to sleep with. Her mouth dropped open as Hope grabbed one side of her jeans and Trask the other. Together, they pulled the tight jeans from Brandy’s legs. The dark blue boyshorts beneath were revealed. Even through the dark fabric, a wet spot was visible.

Another groan escaped from Trask. ”Fuck me. You are one hot piece of ass.” His fingers were back between Brandy’s legs, pressing on that wet spot and sending electricity through her body. She could only moan in reply.

“This is so hot, baby. I mean, I knew it would be sexy, but this is incredible.” Hope’s words rang in Trask’s ears like a favorite song. Hearing that she was turned on and loving it only made it that much hotter. She grabbed at his cut, yanking it from his arms. His t-shirt was next. It joined the random pile of clothes on the floor. She kissed the back of Trask’s shoulders and trailed a finger down his spine. His back was a gallery of tattoos that got Hope turned on the second she saw him. Even when he changed in the morning, sometimes she had to hold herself back from jumping him.
There’d be no holding back tonight…

Together, the two of them sunk to the floor. Trask was on his knees in front of Brandy, still lying on the bed. Hope was behind him, her hands exploring every thick muscle on his upper body. Her hands trailed down to Trask’s jeans. She undid the belt from behind as his hands moved up and down Brandy’s smooth legs. She was writhing on the bed, already aching for the sweet release of an orgasm. Every breath came in with a gasp and exhaled with a sigh or a moan.

Trask pulled her panties to the side, finding a compact little pussy waiting for him. Her glistening skin was radiating heat as Trask took the sight in. Hope felt his cock throb with need and desire as she knelt behind him, seeing from his view. The girl was gorgeous. As Trask teased Brandy with his soft touch, Hope freed his cock. She could feel the wetness already dripping from the tip. She rubbed it with her thumb, spreading that natural lube down his shaft. Trask groaned, and she could feel his hips moving. Hope was actually surprised that he was holding on so long. She figured that he would tear the girl’s clothes off the second that they got into the bedroom. He was savoring her, instead, and Hope could see why. She was beautiful, and there was so much to explore.

Hope stroked Trask slowly as he moved forward, ready to devour the girl. Brandy sucked in a breath as the sexy biker disappeared between her legs. She reeled back at the touch of his tongue. Brandy’s body was on fire with electricity as Trask’s tongue explored her pussy. She grasped first at the sheets, then at Trask’s messy hair. Her body took control, telling him what to do with cries of pleasure. When he tried to pull back, she forced him back between her legs. He groaned out a laugh and went back to work.

Behind him, Hope was stripping down. She was dying to be touched, and if Trask wasn’t going to do it, Brandy would have to. Once she was naked, Hope climbed onto the bed. Straddling Brandy, she lowered herself down until the young girl’s tongue found Hope’s wet, waiting sweetness. Hope was facing Trask, watching her man eat out the young bartender. It was so hot to watch him work and feel a woman’s tongue between her own folds. It wasn’t long before her body started quaking with pleasure. When Brandy’s orgasm erupted, the young woman reached up and grabbed onto Hope’s breasts as she came. Brandy cried out until Hope sunk down further, muffling the screams between her legs.

When Trask came up for air, he got a real sight. His woman had her legs on either side of Brandy’s face, her own twisted in pleasure. His cock pounded with desire and the need for carnal release. Hope grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to her lips. They kissed deeply, and she tasted Brandy from his lips. Hope’s heart raced as Brandy brought her closer and closer to her own orgasm. The vibrations of her man’s voice at her lips pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed, every muscle clenching as surging pleasure burst forth from Hope. Her own screams were muted by Trask’s lips.