5 Bikers for Valentines

bsp; “We know your little secret,” Nick said, grinning.

“What secret?” I asked.

“We know what your body does when you’re around us now,” Jacob said.

I looked over at the twins as identical smirks sat on their faces. They had told their brothers we fucked. And there was a good chance Nick, Adam, and Jacob knew every sordid detail.

Which turned me on, even though I needed to keep away from them.

“Oh, really?” I asked. “So, what is my body doing now?”

“Coursing with electricity,” Tanner said.

“Your knees are probably getting weak,” Tyler said.

“You give yourselves too much credit,” I said. “The bar’s way too busy for my mind to be focused on anything other than alcohol.”

“Want to bet?” Adam asked.

“Bet what?” I asked.

“If we can get you thinking about something other than alcohol, then you have to do whatever it is that derailed you,” Jacob said.

“Sounds interesting. I’ll play. Take your best shot. I have people coming up for drinks now,” I said.

“My lips kissing your neck,” Tyler said.

My hands worked steadily to make the drinks a customer was throwing my way.

“My hands cupping your cheeks,” Tanner said.

I slid two drinks his way before someone called out for another round of tequila shots.

“My cock spreading your legs wide,” Nick said.

I dipped down behind the bar and grabbed beers Lindy was asking me for.

“My tongue buried between your thighs,” Jacob said.

I had to admit, all this stuff sounded wonderful. But it wasn’t derailing me, and it wasn’t going to get me to entertain the idea of sleeping with any of them again. I couldn’t turn into my mother, and they had this way of penetrating my defenses. They were wiggling their way into a dangerous place, and it wasn’t an adventure I was willing to go on.

I heard someone call out for a margarita, and I started making it until Adam opened his fucking mouth.

“How about all five of us fucking you at once, making you come so much you pass out in our arms?”

I dropped the margarita mix as the plastic cup went crashing to the floor. I cursed under my breath as my trembling hands went to pick up the mess. Lindy rushed over and helped me as my cheeks filled with heat, but I couldn’t concentrate on the drink I was supposed to be making.

“What is it?” Lindy asked. “Take a breather.”

“A margarita,” I said breathlessly.

“I got it. Take a break,” she said.

Slowly, I emerged from the floor. Adam had a triumphant grin on his face as the other brothers studied me. Images were rolling around in my head of all five of us tangled up in my bed. Their cocks filling my every orifice and covering my body with their cum. I leaned against the bar and closed my eyes, trying to clear my head as my hands began to tremble.

“I’m listening,” I said.

“I figured you would be,” Adam said.