5 Bikers for Valentines

“It was a job. I hated school and didn’t want to go, and my mother couldn’t have cared less. I was hired here as a bartender with absolutely no training, but it gave me the money I needed to save up for my store.”

“Your store?” Adam asked.

“Yeah. I’m opening my own biker clothing shop. Maybe have a clothing line, eventually. I figure with all the clubs here and in the surrounding area, I can drum up a pretty decent sized clientele and make a good living for myself. Plus, it gets me out of my mother’s house.”

“What’s wrong with your mother’s house?” Adam asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Well for starters, my mother lives there,” I commented, at which all the guys laughed.

I didn’t offer any other explanation, and they seemed to sense that I wouldn’t, so they didn’t pry.

“What kinds of clothes would you want to sell in your shop?” Nick asked.

“Demin and leather. Maybe a little bit of lace for the ladies. I also want to have an area in the store where people can drop their stuff off to get fixed. Tailored or patched up or whatever,” I said.

“That’s good. That’s a necessity that’s hard to find,” Jacob said.

“Exactly! Thank you! Someone who finally gets it,” I said.

“Of course, we get it,” Adam said.

His voice rushed fire through my veins. All of them turned me on in some way: Jacob with his low voice and his sincerity, and Nick with the childish glint in his eye. Adam was stern and quiet. Adam seemed rough around the edges and no doubt a fucking freak in the sack.

I thought about what it would be like to fuck every one of them. Take them each a different way and watch them as they came. I took a couple of shots with them, and that really loosened me up, and soon my mind was running away from me in ways that made me blush.

“Thinking of anything interesting?” Jacob asked.

“I shouldn’t be drinking at work,” I said, giggling.

“Oh, I like that sound,” Nick said. “Do it again.”

“Do what?” I asked, giggling.

“That. That devilish little giggle. It suits you,” Nick said.

“I’d rather hear other sounds drip from those lips.”

Adam’s words sent shivers down my spine.

Fuck.

Were we thinking about the same thing? It was clear that at least Adam was. And I’d fuck the shit out of him. I’d sit on his beautiful lips and wrap my hands in his hair. I’d ride his face until I came and then let him take me on any surface he fucking wanted.

“Question,” Jacob said.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Since you’re a little loosened up, and I’m a bit curious as to that blush rising in your cheeks, which one of us are you currently thinking about?”

“Good question, brother,” Adam said.

“I’d be interested in hearing, too,” Nick said.

“What?” I asked, my mouth suddenly going dry.

“Come on, now. Don’t hold back on us. You can trust us. We won’t get upset,” Jacob said.

“No, no. It’s not that. It’s just that, well—”