Packing Double: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 5) (3 page)

“Panty raid?” I ask, breathless. Just being this close to him is making me crazy aroused.

His eyebrows flick upward, an indication of agreement. “If I check that short skirt of yours, am I gonna see red panties?”

I glance back at Domino, who is watching our exchange with interest. Isn’t he jealous? Do I need to pick one of the two men to focus my attentions on? Because right now, they’re both sending out pretty strong signals. “You gonna be sad if my panties aren’t red?” I ask him, finding it easy to flirt once more.

His hand slides to my thigh—one big, hot hand. Oooh. I nearly cream my panties right then. His hand glides up my leg, his gaze on my face, and then rides up the slit in my skirt. He tugs the leather upward, and I realize that he intends on exposing my ass in front of everyone in the bar. I suck in a breath and glance around to see who’s looking.

Chrome is crawling with people, but no one is paying the slightest bit of attention to our table. All over, men are flirting with women. As I watch, a tall, lean man in a patch-decorated cut tugs at one woman’s jeans, exposing her red panties as the woman giggles and squirms against him. Other men have women in their laps, and some have two. So...would anyone even notice if I let Gemini push my skirt up?

Worse, do I care if anyone notices?

But will Gemini think I’m easy if I let them manhandle me in the bar a short time after they’ve run the Henchmen off for doing the same thing?

“She looks like she’s thinking mighty hard about things,” Domino declares, giving me a frank look of appreciation.

“I don’t want you to think I’m that kind of girl.”

“The red panty kind?”

My cheeks feel hot. I
am
a red panty kind. “The kind that makes out with everything that comes into the bar.”

Gemini just raises a brow at me.

“What makes you think we didn’t ask about you first?” Domino says. “Your friend at the bar says you don’t date around. Says you never encourage the customers and you never leave with anyone.”

I glance over at the bar. Cindy hasn’t steered me wrong yet, and she didn’t warn me off either of these men. It almost sounds like she is matchmaking.

“So maybe you go talk to your friend,” Gemini says, his voice lazy and dark, like molasses. “And then you come back and decide if you want to show us if your panties are red or not.”

“Us?” I ask.

Gemini just wiggles his brows at me. This time, Domino crooks his finger in my direction and gives me an incredibly sexy smile. Like a moth to flame, I head over to him and lean in.

“Us,” Domino says. “Because maybe we should tell you something about the Butchers.” He looks me up and down approvingly. “Or maybe I should let you figure it out.” He taps a patch on his jacket.

I peer at it. PREZ.

Huh. I look back at Gemini, who I could have sworn is the president of the Bedlam Butchers, according to the earlier conversation. Sure enough, his jacket says PREZ, too. I blink, then look at Domino. “Did you, um, borrow his jacket?”

The men exchange a look, and then Gemini barks a laugh. Domino just grins at me and crooks his finger again, indicating I should creep even closer. I do, fascinated.

This time, when he whispers, his lips move against my ear. “See, the thing with us? Our brotherhood does everything in pairs. Two prez, two secretary, two everything. We do it all in pairs. All. In. Pairs.”

I gasp, glancing between the two men. “Both of you? Together? With me?” My voice has a little squeak to it.

Gemini just gives me that lazy, confident smile.

Holy shit. So when he’d been telling everyone I was claimed, and then Domino kissed me...they’d both meant it. They both want me for themselves. I look around the room again, seeing it with new eyes. The Butchers pair up in bed? Sure enough, the guys tend to sit in twos, with women clustered around them. They don’t pay attention to their brothers, just the women in their laps. As I watch, one woman stands up and gets her purse, and two men grin and follow her out the door.

Oh my good glory. Do I want to sleep with both men? “I—I’ve never—”

But even as I say it, I’m titillated. I love breaking the rules and this sure seems scandalous to me.

“We figured,” Domino says. He takes a sip of his drink, and then cocks his head toward the bar. “Which is why we suggest you go talk with your friend before coming back here and letting us know what you decide. There’s room to pack double on my bike if you are. Interested, that is.”

“P-pack double?” That sounds so incredibly dirty.

Gemini laughs. “He means ride behind him.”

“Oh. Of course.” My cheeks flush. “I’ll, uh, be back.” I tuck my tray against my breasts and hurry back to the bar without trying to make it seem like I’m rushing. Or excited. Or freaked out. Or aroused. Or all of the above.

Which...I am.

Cindy’s busy with drink orders, and I have to wait a few impatient minutes to get her attention. When I do, I drag her around to the far side of the bar to chat privately. “So,” I say. “You ever interact much with the Butchers?”

The bartender shrugs. “Enough. They’re not the worst, but you don’t want to cross them, of course. But if you’re asking me if they’re a kind and cuddly sort of club, they’re not. They’re just as ruthless as any other club.”

I wave that aside. “No. I’m not asking that at all. I’m asking...well.” I glance over at the table where the two men are nursing their drinks and quietly talking. “If you know anything about them...in pairs.”

Cindy giggles. “Oh, honey, didn’t you know?”

“I guess everyone knows but me,” I say, suddenly feeling like an idiot.

“Yepper. So where do you think Gemini got his name?” She winks coyly at me. “It’s not because he’s a solo act.”

Eeek. I’m titillated and a little alarmed at the thought of two men at once. Heck, just one of the Bedlam Butchers would be an exciting, dangerous fling. Two in the same bed? My mind goes nuts with the possibilities. “Have they, um, do they always do this?”

“Always,” Cindy tells me confidently. “Goes back to when the club was established. Pairs are safer in their eyes, so they have two of everything. Brother to have another brother’s back and all that.”

“Oh my lord.” I press a hand to my forehead. “They want to see my panties.”

“Are they red?” Cindy asks, grinning. “Because if you’re looking for sexy fun for a night? Those are your boys, Kitty. You can’t go wrong with Gem and Dom.”

The way she says their names sounds a little overly friendly. “Have you ever hooked up with them?”

“Those two? Nope. But another pair of Butchers?” She winks again. “A girl doesn’t kiss and tell. Or kiss two in the same bed and tell.”

I look back at the table again. Do I want to take a chance with those men? It would be the ride of my life...literally. But what do I have to lose? I don’t have a boyfriend—not even a prospect—and I’m aroused by the thought of a fling with one biker. Two bikers is like...overkill.

Or something out of my dirtiest fantasies.

I gaze at the packed bar. There are women crawling all over the men. No one else looks as if they mind being doubled up on. In fact, they look rather eager for it. Sucking in a breath, I make up my mind and return to the table.

Both men look up as I approach.

“I just have a question,” I say to them, putting my hands on the table’s surface and leaning in. This will give them a hint of cleavage, but still leaves me in a powerful position. “If I agree to go with you tonight...it’s just you two, right? You’re not going to share me with anyone else?”

Gemini’s brows go down in a frown. At my other side, Domino snorts. “Why the fuck would you ask that?”

“Because I’m not interested in being club sweetbutt,” I tell them. “I’m interested in you two and only you two. And just for one night,” I add, remembering Joleen’s warnings about getting involved with club guys. Hot as these two are, I’m not interested in being anyone’s full-time beer-fetcher unless there are tips involved.

“The offer wasn’t for sweetbutt,” Gemini says in that low, growly voice that makes me wet. “If you’re ours, I’ll break the hand of another man that touches you.”

If you’re ours
. I don’t miss that little clarification. If I say yes, tonight, I belong to both men. The flesh between my thighs is wet enough that I have to press my legs together, so I suppose I am, in fact, pretty damn aroused at the thought of being owned by both men.

Sucking in a steeling breath, I hitch up my skirt and flip up the back, showing them my rounded ass-cheeks and the red thong gliding between them. “Red, boys. Very red.”

“Fuck yeah,” says Domino. “Now you’re talking.”

I give them a saucy little wiggle. Whether I’m ready or not, I’m all in.

Tonight is gonna be fun. Very, very fun.

CHAPTER THREE

The night seems to drag on endlessly. I serve drink after drink, and shuttle snacks to tables. The tips are kind of sucking tonight, but they’re cash, so it’s not the worst in the world.

And I have company waiting for me to get off work.

Just the thought of the two men watching me as I bustle around the room is enough to keep my panties nice and wet throughout the night. It’s been a while since I’ve had nice, sweaty, filthy sex, and I can’t wait. As the night wears on, tables start to clear out, and pairs of men head out with women. Sometimes they head out with several women. I don’t judge—after all, I’m about to experience a little menage a trois myself.

The thought makes me shiver.

The place is nearly empty when I head over to the bar to chat with Cindy for a few minutes. No one’s ordering new drinks, and a few people have gotten coffee, so I know things are slowing down. I’ve kept Domino and Gemini busy with drinks, and they’ve switched to coffee, too. And, okay, them drinking coffee and watching me makes me wet all over again because now I know things are going down soon. I’m not tired, though. My feet hurt and it’s been a long night, but I’m wired. I’m itching to get off work and start round two for the evening.

“You still here, honey?” Cindy asks me. “Most of your tables have cleared out except for the two guys in the back.”

I look at the table she’s referring to, and it’s Gemini and Domino. As I look over, Domino wiggles his eyebrows at me. I wink back, and then turn to Cindy. “They’re waiting on me. We’ve slowed down. Think I can cash out and go?”

“Sure you can handle both of them?” Cindy raises an eyebrow.

“That’s the wrong question to ask,” I tell her with a grin. “You need to wonder if they can handle me.”

She laughs loud. “I’m guessing the answer to both those questions is ‘yes’.” But she lets me round up my remaining tables, switch with Betty, who’s closing the place, and then I cash out my tips for the evening and switch the smaller bills out for bigger ones.

Five minutes later, I’ve got my purse, and I’m breathless as I head back out to the two men. “Ready when you are.”

“Good,” Gemini says. They get to their feet, and he nods at Domino. “You’re packing double with him.”

I blink.

“Riding behind me?”

“Oh.” Heat steals over my cheeks. “Right. I forgot.” Maybe because it sounds so dirty. “I keep thinking I’m misreading you guys.”

“Then let me be very clear,” Domino says. He leans in close, so close that our noses are almost touching despite our height discrepancy. “We’re both going to fuck you tonight. Sometimes together, sometimes separate. But you belong to both of us until dawn. Understand?”

I swallow hard. Well, he definitely doesn’t mince words. “Yep.”

“Still on board?” Gemini asks as he moves past.

“Yep,” I repeat.

“Then let’s head out,” Domino says, and he steers me toward the door.

Chrome has a long parking lot. Whereas most shopping centers have a square parking lot, Chrome’s got more of an alley that snakes along the front of the building and then wraps along the back. There are two impressive Harley Davidsons in the front of the building, though, and as I suspect, they belong to these two men. No one hands me a helmet—I guess that sort of thing isn’t done—and I climb behind Domino after he gets on.

We ride for at least a half hour, over to the next city. Gem rides side by side with Domino’s bike the entire time, and they eventually turn off the highway and down a country road, which surprises me. It’s completely dark, which means we’re far out of the city, and then we turn down a gravel road. I’m starting to wonder if this is where they’re going to bury my body (and I’ve made a terrible mistake) when a ranch-style house appears in the distance, the porch lights on. It’s large for a ranch house, but it has tons of coziness to it. There’s a wrap-around porch with knotted oak banisters, a front bench made out of wagon wheels, and I can hear dogs barking in the distance.

Dom slows his bike and the garage door opens automatically, and as we pull in, I see two cars. Both men park their bikes in the third space, and the garage is full of neatly lined-up power tools on the wall. I don’t know what kind of residence I was expecting for biker guys, but this isn’t it.

“Off you go,” Domino says, patting my bare thigh.

I swing my leg over the bike and wait, clutching my purse. This is all...domestic. Oh shit. Have I been brought home to beard for them? Am I not getting laid after all? Because other than pawing me a bit, no one’s really grabbed me much. My eyes widen as Gemini heads for the door and Domino looks over at me.

I hesitate. “You two gay for each other?”

Domino’s lips twitch with laughter as Gemini ignores me and heads into the house. “The streams don’t cross, babe. This is just how our club works. We work together, we ride together, we fuck together. We’re all about teamwork.”

“Teamwork,” I echo.

“Harkens back to our military days,” he says, then gestures at the door. “You want to go in and have a drink? Or you chickening out on us?”

I snort and stride past him. “If I don’t get two dicks tonight, I’m going to be pretty disappointed, just so you know.”

Domino laughs. “I can assure you, Kitty, that we want that as much as you do.” His hand goes to my back as I pass by him, and then it cups my butt as I step through the doorway and into the kitchen of the house. “You ever fuck two men at once before?”