Outlaws’ Property (Property of Outlaw Sons MC #1)

23. Jessica

23

JESSICA

The inside of the church has a totally different vibe when there's a party going on. The lights are low, and the whole place is flickering with candles while heavy music fills the air. Tex grabs a plastic cup off the bar and fills it from a keg before handing it to me with a flirty smile. "Gotta make sure you start the evening right."

I take it, feeling a little extra blasphemous in spite of not being religious. Since the whole church is a motorcycle club now, I suppose parties in the church are par for the course. Up front, the baptismal font is filled with ice, and has bottles sticking out of it.

I take a sip. It’s beer. Not my favorite, but right now Anne is mad at me and even though I don’t blame her, I’m in the mood to forget about it for a few hours. Besides, she has Bonnie, her new best friend.

Okay, maybe she isn’t the only one feeling a little replaced.

“Where are Ghost and Riot?” I ask.

“Don’t worry, they'll be here a little later.”

Slow, groovy hard rock fills the old church, seductive and grindy. There are even more people here tonight than there were the night Anne and I were brought in. In some ways it reminds me of the Burnout, except here, the only patches are Outlaw Sons. No other bikers are invited to this party, though there's plenty of girls hanging off their arms.

And other places. I take a big gulp of my beer.

“Can I ask you a question?” I lean in so Tex can hear me.

“Shoot.”

“Bonnie said the girls who hang out here are called sluts. Is that true? Or is she just messing with me?”

He laughs. “It’s true, club sluts is what we call them, but in other places they might be patch bunnies, sweetbutts or a bunch of other things. Some nicer than others. It all boils down to the same thing. They’re here because they want a taste of danger and a rugged biker to make them lose their minds, even if it’s just for the night.”

“Does that make me one? Is there an approved list somewhere? Do I have to put my name on it?” I giggle, more from nerves than the beer.

“Do you want to be?” Tex’s hand moves to the small of my back. “Is that why you’re dressed up to party tonight?”

“Maybe I do. Do you like it?”

Bonnie loaned me a short skirt and a shirt that’s long and flowy but nearly see through, and open on the sides. You can pretty much see my entire bra. She helped me style my hair in big waves, and my makeup is nearly as heavy as the other girls I see in the church. I even have a bright red silk scarf around my neck to hide the bandage.

Suddenly the crowd parts, exposing a circle of cheering men who are watching another two guys wrestle each other right in the middle of things. The men slam into each other a few times before one of them gets a good grip and flips the other one to the ground, though he gets dragged along so they crash together. I squeeze closer to Tex, eager to not get caught in whatever this is. He pulls me in, pressing me against his side protectively.

"Fuck, fine, I give!" the man at the bottom yells, but he's laughing through his thick blond beard.

"Yeah?" The guy over him has gotten one foot on the floor, grabbed the bearded guy's collar and looks ready to drive his fist into the other guy's face. And they're laughing?

"Yeah. Jesus. You go first. I'll grab a beer and catch up later." Bearded guy rolls his eyes and holds up his hand. With a grin, the other one helps him up just as a woman, probably a couple of years older than me, wearing itty bitty cut-offs, a black tank top and motorcycle boots, breaks free from the crowd, only to be pulled right into the free arm of the winner of the fight. She laughs as he holds her against him, his big hand very obviously cupping her breast.

“Were they just fighting over a girl?"

He laughs. "Pretty sure it was just about who gets to go first. That’s the kind of thing you can expect if you want to be a slut. You’d be available for whatever member wanted you. Still interested?"

I shake my head. “What would I be if I just wanted that with a few guys?”

Tex grins down at me. “Do I know them?”

“You might.”

There's a football game on the TV, but no one's watching. Groups of bikers are talking, and across from us… oh. A guy and one of the sluts are very, very busy making out, and he's got his hand down the back of her shorts, which appear to have popped open in front to make it easier for him. At least she's not between his legs doing what that other girl was doing the first time we came in. I avert my eyes, not wanting to be too obvious.

Tex sits down on one of the couches and pulls me into his lap, facing out. His hand sneaks into the front of my shirt, not groping me, just lightly resting on my stomach. "Go ahead, look all you want. If they wanted privacy, they wouldn't be doing it out here."

I try to look away, but my gaze keeps going back. It looks so raw, so wild, and it's doing things to me. Tex’s other hand rests on my thigh, sliding up until his thumb is under my skirt and just a couple inches from my panties. “You like watching them?”

I swallow and try to pretend it’s not making my body heat up, but I’m sure Tex can feel me trembling “I guess. Is that weird?”

“Nah. Watching can be fun.” He leans in close, his breath tickling the back of my ear as his hand strokes the inside of my thigh. “Look over there.”

Dancing on the actual altar are two women, a brunette and a dyed redhead, wiggling their hips and shaking their asses for the enjoyment of the cheering bikers around them. They're not shy about winding sexily around each other, either. I definitely don't lean in that direction, but anyone can see that they're beautiful, and the way they move, you'd have to be dead not to think it was sexy. I wish I had that kind of confidence.

The brunette pops the bra off the redhead, and after a moment of teasing both her friend and the crowd, she pulls it away and tosses it into the mass of watching men. The redhead has amazing boobs, and she touches them teasingly as they grind together.

Okay, maybe I'm a little jealous. And getting a little horny.

"I can feel you breathing faster, baby. What would happen if I pushed my hand a little higher right now? I bet you're soaked. If you were a club slut, I could take out my cock and slide right in. Do you think you'd make a sound?"

I'm pretty sure that if Tex slid into me, the whole club would be able to hear me.

"I could fuck you right here," he says directly into my ear where only I can hear. The hand on my stomach pulls me close until I can feel the hard outline of his cock between my legs, and his thumb slides just that last little distance to the crease where my legs meet my pelvis.

"Would you like that?" he asks.

I take a deep, shaky breath and shift in his lap. He groans and his hips lift, thrusting under me. Oh God, I think I would.

"I bet you're fucking tight." His voice is rough and raspy. The brunette is on her knees, with the redhead right in front of her. They’re kissing, but I lose sight of them when the crowd shifts. Tex’s thumb moves higher. "I can't wait to feel you around me, squeezing the life out of me until I can't help but come."

His fingers brush over the thin fabric of my panties, just lightly, but I'm so ready for it and Tex knows it. He knows what he’s doing, and I'm starting to realize that he's not just teasing me, but teasing himself, too.

My nipples are so tight and hard, it hurts. "Please."

“I don’t think so.”

I almost fall off his lap when I spin to look at his smug face. “What?”

“I was talking to Ghost and Riot earlier.”

"Oh?"

"About you, and us," Tex draws out slowly. “And about how we all want to show you a real good time. I have a confession to make. They aren’t coming to the party unless I send a message.”

“I don’t understand.”

Tex's clever fingers are playing around my belly button. “They’re waiting in Riot’s room. And if you’re down for it, we can go join them. If not, I’ll let them know and they’ll meet us here. No pressure.”

“All three of you? Together?” I can barely get the question out, I'm breathing so fast.

“Mmmhmmm,” he hums, nuzzling my neck and dragging the tip of his nose over my skin. He nips my earlobe, then sucks the sting away. "So what'll it be? I know what I want. What about you?”