Her Possessive Bikers

40. Indy

40

INDY

I must be hearing things. Tres really just suggested sharing me with Jacoby and Kyler? My heart pounds, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks. This situation is more surreal than anything I've experienced, even the craziness with the rival gang.

"I—uh—can I have a minute to think?" My voice trembles slightly as I pull the blanket tighter around me.

Kyler pipes up, “Of course Indy.”

Jacoby, ever the joker, breaks the tension. "Man, put some pants on. I can't sit here with you like this."

Tres chuckles, the sound deep and rich. "Fine, fine." He stands, muscles rippling under his skin as he moves to grab his pants. The room feels smaller with all this intensity.

I wrap myself tighter in the blanket and head towards the bathroom. The door closes behind me with a soft click, and I lean against it, trying to steady my breathing.

My reflection stares back at me from the mirror. Hazel eyes wide, cheeks flushed. This isn't a decision I ever thought I'd have to make. How did my life get so complicated? But then again, when has it ever been simple?

There’s no way I can choose just one of them. Tres, Jacoby, Kyler—they all mean something unique to me. Tres's strength and leadership, Jacoby's humor and charm, Kyler's quiet intensity. They each hold a piece of my heart.

What's wrong with being with all of them? Motorcycle gangs are unconventional; why shouldn’t I be?

I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom, the blanket wrapped tightly around me. The three men turn to look at me, anticipation in their eyes.

"I've made my decision," I say, voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I can't choose just one of you because I love you all in different ways."

I look at each of them, my heart pounding in my chest. "I accept," I say, letting the blanket slip from my shoulders and pool around my feet. Their eyes widen, but there's no hesitation, no judgment—just raw, intense hunger.

I stride over to Tres, who sits there looking like a damn king. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I tilt my head up. "I need to finish what I started," I murmur, voice low and husky.

Tres's eyes darken as he reaches down to stroke my cheek. "You sure about this?" His tone is rough, but there's a softness there too.

"Absolutely." My fingers fumble with the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down just enough to free him.

Jacoby chuckles from behind me. "Damn, Indy. You don’t waste any time."

"Neither do you," I shoot back without looking up. My hands wrap around Tres, and he groans as I take him into my mouth.

Kyler shifts uncomfortably. "Maybe we should?—"

"No," Tres growls, his hand tangling in my hair. "Stay. Watch."

I can feel Kyler's eyes on me, I can almost hear his heart racing as he tries to decide what to do. Jacoby's moved closer now; I can sense his presence looming over us.

"Fuck, Indy," Tres mutters through gritted teeth. His grip tightens in my hair as I move faster, sucking and licking with everything I've got.

Jacoby's voice breaks through the haze. "This is the hottest damn thing I've ever seen."

I pull back for a moment, meeting Jacoby’s eyes with a smirk. "Enjoying the view?"

"Damn right." He kneels beside me and brushes a strand of hair from my face before leaning in to kiss me hard.

Tres groans as he watches us, and when Jacoby pulls away, I return my attention to him with renewed vigor.

Kyler finally steps forward, his green eyes dark with desire but still cautious. He kneels on the other side of me and gently cups my cheek, thumb brushing against my lips.

"You're incredible," he whispers.

I pull back from Tres again, breathless and flushed. "Just wait until I'm done here."

Kyler’s eyes flicker with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, but he nods slowly. I return to Tres with fervor, pushing him closer to the edge with every movement.

Tres’s breaths come faster now; his control slipping.

His eyes darken as he watches me, his grip tightening in my hair. "Fuck… Indy…You're doing so well, Indy," he groans. "Taking it all like the good girl you are."

I increase my pace, feeling his body tense under my touch. The room is filled with the sounds of his ragged breathing and my movements. Jacoby and Kyler stand close, their gazes burning into me, adding fuel to the fire.

"Fuck, Indy," Tres growls, his voice rough with need. "I'm gonna go. Swallow it all."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I brace myself for the inevitable. His release is sudden and powerful, filling my mouth. I swallow it all, just like he commanded, savoring the salty taste on my tongue.

Tres’s body relaxes as he leans back in the chair, eyes half-closed in bliss. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and rise to my feet, turning to face Jacoby.

"Your turn," I say, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.