Free Packing Double: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 5) by Ruby Dixon

against my pussy and come as he licks and licks and licks and Dom holds my breasts and tongues my ear.
    And I come down from my orgasm to the sound of applause.

CHAPTER FIVE
    For the next week, Domino and Gemini do their very best to give me a slice of what club life entails. Or rather, what club life with them entails. Because we’re always together. Just being with them makes the most mundane sort of chores fun. A trip to the grocery store? A laugh riot. A quick jaunt to the post office? Fun, because Dom and I cuddle in line. Heading to the Meat Locker? Even more fun, because I ride behind Gem and get to feel him up as he drives. He says that I’m naughty, but he’s not exactly booting me off of his bike, either.
    We ride all the time, too. I’ve been on the back of a motorcycle more in this last week than I have my entire life. They drive just for shits and giggles, sometimes, just to wind down. But mostly? We drive with a purpose. Gem and Dom drive to meet club officers in nearby states. They drive to check in on far-flung Butchers in neighboring cities. They drive to powwow with some of the guys from the Hellfire Riders and the Death Lords who are heading to Lake Tahoe. To meet them, we drive straight through for about fifteen hours, and my face gets chapped from the wind and my hair’s a mass of tangles, but I’ve never felt more alive. I love the wind rushing through my hair and cruising down the highway, and I see why my boys are addicted to their bikes.
    And when we get to Tahoe? Instead of going gambling right away, the three of us pile into a hotel bed and make love for hours. When we meet the ambassadors for the other clubs, they get a good laugh out of my sore waddling, but Gem and Dom just grin, pleased as punch that they’ve worn me out. We hang out in Tahoe for two days, and then head back to Albuquerque for Friday Night Fights. I get to meet Lucky, Gem’s little sister, who’s about my age and seems to carry the weight of the world on her slim shoulders. Must run in the family.
    We also fuck like bunnies. God, I love making love with those two men. We all end up sleeping in the same bed every night, me stretched between the men like the meat in a very sexy sandwich. One of them usually wakes me up to fuck me again—usually Gemini, since he’s a light sleeper. Dom, however, can sleep like the dead, so I tend to wake him with a blow job just to get the reaction out of him that Gem got out of me not hours earlier. It’s fun to be with these two men, and I even get a kick out of their possessiveness or how one always seems to be touching me no matter where we go.
    I have to admit, I’m not hating the Lifestyle. The constant riding on the bikes? Love it. The two-on-one action? Really loving it. The way these men seem to live without paying attention to the rules of society? It’s totally me.
    But something holds me back from saying “Yep, I’ll take both of you” to the men and committing myself. I think I’m afraid that this is all somehow a fluke, and that I’ll wake up one morning and be trapped. So whenever they joke about keeping me, I keep my mouth shut.
    There’s a tiny kink to my happiness, though: Chrome. I call in sick to work every day, which I’m sure pisses Joleen off, but I feign strep and a sore throat—not hard to do when I wake up raspy from screaming my lungs out every night. I know she doesn’t believe me when I say I’m sick. Maybe I sound too happy. Maybe she heard the smacks of Gem’s mouth as he ate out my pussy during her last call. Whatever it is, I know Joleen’s not happy with me in the slightest.
    And maybe it’s that guilt that makes me pick up the phone the next weekend when she calls. “Hi Jo,” I tell her, keeping my voice casual. I’m in the laundry room of Gem’s ranch, and it’s a fair distance away from the garage, which is where the boys are at currently. Two of the guys stopped over—Muscle and Beast, the Warlords of the Bedlam Butchers—and