Page 51 of Sold to the Bikers
NATALIE
Gettingout of bed in the morning is hard, and it’s even harder when you're surrounded by big naked men, but I really, really have to pee. Even still, before I slip into the bathroom, I look over my shoulder at all three of them sprawled onto the massive bed, with just a little gap in the middle where I fit in. I've never felt small in my life, but when you're surrounded by guys like that? Well, yeah.
They're so handsome. Sleeping like that, they look… well, not vulnerable. I don't think any big guys looking the way they do could ever be called vulnerable. But they look… peaceful. Relaxed.
Well, mostly relaxed. Both Quickshot and Animal are sporting some serious morning wood and with the sheets kicked down to the end of the bed, there's not even the pretense of modesty.
Wow.
Part of me wants to jump right on while they're still sleeping, but I'm still walking a little funny from last night, and my shoulders are sore. Anyone who claims sex isn't serious exercise has never had it with three testosterone-powered bikers at once.
Might as well take a shower and try to ease up the knots.
The water starts cold, but it gets hot quickly. Makes me think of the shower in the crappy apartment we have. We're lucky enough if it turns on, never mind if the water's hot or not. God, I have to try and call Sandra again. Maybe I can try it from a different number.
The shower door opens behind me, making me jump like I've been goosed. With a little scream, I whirl around to find Animal, still bareass naked and his big dick leading the way.
He laughs. "Didn't mean to scare you."
"I'm not sure I'm ready for another—"
"Turn around."
“What are you doing? Are you… Washing my hair?”
God, his strong fingers feel so nice on my scalp. I close my eyes and my tense shoulders lower.
"Of course I am. Got long hair of my own. I know how much of a fucking pain it can be."
He's standing close enough that his hardon keeps brushing against my ass and lower back, so he's not completely unaffected, but it’s just a really nice moment of quiet togetherness.
I peek out of one eye after he rinses my hair. "I guess I figured you were going to—"
"Oh, I fucking will. Afterwards."
"Right."
After he's washed my hair twice, massaged my head until I'm sure even my skull is soft and relaxed, he moves down to my shoulders. It's a good thing they have a large hot water tank for the whole club, because this is going to take a while.
His strong fingers find knot after knot, working them out while I moan and sigh in appreciation. I'd claim his massage is as good as sex, but while it's pretty amazing, we all know what's best.
"Turn around."
"Hm?" I'm jelly in his hands, and if I could fall asleep standing up, I think I might have under his powerful hands.
"Turn around."
And then he continues down my front, finding knots where I didn't even think there could be knots, and copping a good feel along the way. I don't mind.
I reach down with a sly smile and grab the cock swaying between us. “Now that we’re clean, wanna get dirty again?”
By the time we emerge from the shower, I've been loosened up, fucked silly and then loosened up again. It's amazing that the other guys haven't come in yet. Turns out they're still dead asleep, and while it's tempting to wake them, I want to make it out of the room before noon.
Animal and I get dressed and a few minutes later we're out in the common room. I make myself a sandwich and grab a can of flavored fizzy water. Across the room is the couch we were on last night and just seeing it makes my cheeks burn.
Animal doesn't look bothered at all by the thought, though. He grabbed some eggs out of the fridge while I was making my food and is busy scrambling them on the stove alongside a can of beans. Now that I smell it, I sort of wish I'd asked him to make me some too. I bet he'll share if I ask, but when he sits down to eat, he’s shoveling it down like a starving man. Guess that body needs a lot of calories to keep it powered.
"Listen, Animal? Can I borrow your phone?"