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"Oh my God," I whisper.
The front door to the bar slams open, and all of our heads turn in its direction. Chef, Devil, Jewel and one of the other club girls have stopped just after entering, and there's no way they're not seeing the four of us, buck naked and complete messes.
“For fuck’s sake, people. I’m not cleaning that shit up,” Chef snaps.
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Time stands stillfor a long moment before I shriek in horror.
"Jesus, woman," says Badass with a laugh as he scoops me up and covers my mouth with his hand to quiet me. I curl up into a little ball in his arms, trying to expose as little of myself as possible. The guys, on the other hand, don't seem to care at all. They're swinging free and not shy about it.
The way Jewel and the other girl eye my guys makes me want to hiss at them and bare my claws, though. As much as the guys have laid claim to me, I think I'm starting to feel a certain ownership of my own.
"I'm taking her to the office." Badass's words rumble through his bare chest, making all of me vibrate. "Someone grab her clothes. And mine."
"Got 'em," says Animal as he starts picking up behind us.
Our surprise spectators laugh as Badass carries me past them, not nearly quickly enough for my taste. God, my first time, and I got caught out butt naked and still recovering from my last orgasm. At least we weren't still in the middle of things!
There's a little naughty twinge between my legs at the thought, though. I don't really understand myself, it seems. As much as it mortifies me, it seems like my body is perfectly thrilled at the idea of being watched.
But for now, all I want is to get my clothes back on, what little of them I have.
Getting dressed in the little office together with three bare ass naked guys is another first, but after giving up my virginity to them, I guess I can only be so shy about it.
We leave the Eagles' Roost behind, with only a few laughs and jeers from Chef, Devil, Jewel and the other girl. Remembering the party the first night I arrived at the clubhouse, I guess it shouldn't surprise me that they're not shocked. They have no reason to think this was a first, just a first time getting walked in on.
The guys form a protective triangle around me as we cross the street. Having an honor guard makes this feel less like a walk of shame and more of a victory march.
I had sex!
That's got to call for some sort of celebration, right? It definitely feels that way. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time, and the endorphins are still charging through me, making me feel good.
"I fucking love your smile," says Animal, grinning over at me. "Makes me feel we did a good job."
A little laugh bubbles up. God, I'm giddy. "Yeah, you guys did. I've never felt anything like it."
"Just wait until you get a little experience under your belt. Practice makes perfect." He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me close as we walk.
"You're not done with me now that you got what you paid for? I'm not a virgin anymore, you know." I’m teasing, but all three of them stop dead to face me, forcing me to stop, too.
"That's the dumbest fucking thing I've heard all day," says Quickshot, his expression stern.
Badass steps in front of me and cups my jaw with both hands, forcing me to look up at him. "We were your first, and we're fucking honored, trust me, but you don’t get used up. It only gets better."
"You didn't even get a chance to find out." I say with a shy smile, putting my hand on his arm. "We got interrupted."
"Just means I'm first next time." The rumble of his voice is a dark, sexy promise that makes me pretty sure that the next time isn't far off. You'd think I’d be worn out by now, but I find myself pressing my thighs together and wondering if we should walk a little faster back to the clubhouse.
But once we're inside, instead of retreating to anyone's quarters, the guys drag me over to the couches. Animal yanks me right off my feet and pulls me into his lap, where he wraps his big arms around me, while Quickshot goes for beers. Badass drops into the couch next to us, so he can keep a hand on my thigh, which he strokes softly.
"We missed one of the most important parts of good sex," says Animal. "The aftercare."
"The what?"
"The part where we remind you that no matter what just happened, you’re safe with us.” He squeezes me just to make the point.