“You’re like a little puppy. Always sniffing me.”

“Because you smell amazing,” she and Chrissy say in unison.

“Okay, you two spend way too much time together,” Ron says as they laugh.

“Look who’s talking. The ‘go change’ twins. Don’t worry, baby. You smell amazing, too,” Chrissy says.

By the time we get to the venue, they can barely contain their excitement. They’ve put on jackets, but that does nothing to curb the interested stares. I drape my arm around Raven’s shoulder and pull her close to me. There’s no way she’s leaving my sight tonight. She leans against me as we wait for the show to start. Damn, she feels good. She raises her phone above us and tells me to smile. After she takes the picture, I watch her post it to Instagram.

The show starts and she steps away from me. When the guy comes on stage, all the women lose their fucking minds. Including mine. She and Chrissy are screaming, their phones trained on the stage. At least she’s happy. That’s all that matters. After a few songs, I have to admit the guy isn’t bad. He starts the song Raven had as a ringtone and she stands transfixed, just staring up at him. When he gets to the chorus, she starts to sway. I take her hand and pull her back into my arms.

She presses her ass against my crotch and slowly rolls her hips. I move her hair to the side and feel her shiver as I kiss behind her ear. She places a hand on the back of my neck and grinds harder. I squeeze her thigh as my dick starts to harden. I hear a soft moan as I slide my fingers under her skirt. I’m so close, I can feel her heat. Before I can move my hand, she bends her knees and my fingers slip. They connect with the crotch of her panties. The wet crotch of her panties. Fuck! I pull my hand away as if I’d been burned. She turns around and stares up at me. Looking into her eyes, everything clicks into place in my mind. I know exactly what I’m getting her for her birthday.

***Raven***

Toni is freaking out. I sent her some videos and pictures from the show, and she is losing her mind. Not to mention it’s the first time she’s seen Gage, so she’s berating me for not fucking him yet.

“Who are you texting at this hour?” Gage asks, annoyance in his voice.

“Toni.”

“Who the fuck is Tony and why are you texting him?”

I roll my eyes as I resign myself to the fact that all men are the same. “Toni. I’ve told you about her. She’s my Miami Chrissy.”

“Oh.”

“She wants to come visit. Says she wants a big, bad biker, too.”

“Well, we have plenty of those around here. Can she come for your birthday? I’ll buy her ticket.”

“You will?”

“Sure.”

He grimaces as I scream and climb onto his lap. Chrissy and Ron laugh, but I don’t care. I text Toni and she replies with a “Hell yeah!”

“Aaah! She said ‘yes’. Thank you. This is going to be the best birthday ever!”

“Babe.”

His voice is strained, so I furrow my brows at him in confusion. He glances down and so do I. With me straddling him, my skirt rode all the way up and he has a very nice view of my lady bits. I give him a sheepish smile and slide back into the seat, pulling my skirt down.

We stop at Waffle House and then Gage gets us two rooms at a hotel. I wanted to stay with him but he decided it would be best if Chrissy and I share a room. Just a few more days and we don’t have to worry about appearances. We’re beat, so Chrissy and I shower and crawl into our beds. Just as I’m nodding off, the room door opens. Chrissy lets Ron in and shushes him.

“Raven’s sleeping,” she whispers.

They climb into bed and under the covers and I think they’re going to sleep. That is, until I hear a moan. No, Baby Jesus. Tell me they’re not going to have sex with me in the room.

“No. You’ll wake her up.”

“Please, baby. I need you.”

Shit. The desperation in his voice makes me want to fuck him.

“Okay…but be quiet.”

I’m lying on my back, so I can pretty much see the movement under the blanket. I don’t want to move and alert them, but I also feel like a perv. Chrissy’s trying to be quiet but even if I was asleep, I would have heard her. Ron tosses the blanket back and kneels on the bed. He reaches into his back pocket as she works on his button and zipper. I swallow a gasp when she pulls his dick out of his pants. She’d told me he was packing, but good Lord. You go, Ron! I watch with appreciation as he rolls on a condom and tells her to turn around. Oh, God. What should I do? I shouldn’t be watching this. Most of all, I should not be turned on! But I am. I can’t help it. I clench my fists at my sides to stop myself from sliding my fingers into my panties.

Ron holds on to her hips and slowly slides inside her. My muscles clench as I think about Gage doing the same thing to me. I think about him pumping into me the way it’s happening right next to me. The pulsing in my clit gets harder to bear. Ron reaches up and grabs her hair, pulling her head back as he moves a little faster. I try to keep my breathing even, but I don’t think I’m very successful. Thank God they’re not paying attention to me. He throws his head back, lost in pleasure as Chrissy meets his thrusts. He grabs her hips, steadies her, and thrusts deep, holding the position. She cries out, unable to keep quiet. I really can’t ignore that. Ron jerks his head in my direction and tries to pull the blanket around them.

“Great, guys. Traumatize me, won’t you?”

“Oh, God, Ray. I’m sorry!”

Ron chuckles as I wrap my blanket around myself and head for the door. “Have fun,” I tell them.

Luckily, we got adjacent rooms. I knock on the door and a confused and shirtless Gage opens up. He looks beyond me out into the hallway.

“Are you okay?”

I push past him and toss my blanket on Ron’s bed, the untouched one, and climb into Gage’s.

“Those two can’t keep their hands off each other for one night.” He chuckles as he joins me, pulling me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and throw my leg over his. “Can you keep a secret?” I ask.

“Of course.”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone. Pinky swear.”

“I promise, babe.”

“I watched them.”

“Ron and Chrissy?”

“Yeah…until they got too loud to ignore, anyway. They thought I was asleep.”

“You bad, bad girl.”

He chuckles and trails his fingers up my thigh. The stirring between my legs returns. “I thought about you…about us.”

“Soon. Very soon.”

“I know. Two more sleeps.”

“I hope you won’t mind leaving your party early, but we’re out that bitch at midnight like Cinderella.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll drag you to a closet if I have to.”

He squeezes my thigh and takes a deep breath. I feel him getting hard against my knee.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks.

“Yeah. You?”

“It was a’ight. I see why you like that tattoo song. Plus, it’s kind of our story, don’t you think?”

Our story. We have a story and we have a song. I need to remember to add it to my Gage playlist. My heart beats faster, threatening to burst out of my chest. His hand is now on my ass, tracing the edge of my panties. I slide my leg over until I’m sitting on top of him.

“So…I’m the only one you want kissing your tattoos?”

“What do you think?”

I lean down and place a soft kiss on the word “death” printed on his sternum then move across to the word “dealers”. He draws in a sharp breath. I slowly travel down his chest, kissing and licking at his ink. He groans as I suck on his nipple. I slide my tongue up the words on his stomach and bite into his flesh. His body jerks, but he doesn’t stop me. He’s so hard I can barely find anything for my teeth to hold on to. I trail little kisses up both his arms before he flips over and settles between my legs.