Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I cross the threshold with Priest, Colt, and Sinner on my arms like we’re about to walk down the aisle of a wedding designed by complete and total hedonists.
Inside, the music is deafening, a steady beat that feels like it was made to the rhythm of hips thrusting during sex. The air smells like leather, sweat and beer as the church is packed with people. There’s a layer of smoke, and lights that spin slowly, making it feel like the whole space is liquid. Most of the crowd are men, all of them wearing Outlaw Sons cuts, which isn’t surprising. There are a lot of women though, moving between them or hanging on their arms.
Looking at their long, bare legs, I feel like maybe I should’ve gone with a miniskirt instead, but I’m not sure Colt would’ve let me ride like that. I slip off the jacket and put it over my arm, feeling a little less like a nun with the top that wraps around my breasts, leaving my shoulders and stomach bare. It’s still downright modest considering I’ve been here less than five minutes and already seen at least one nipple and someone’s completely bare ass.
The guys clear a path through the crowd, bringing us deeper into the party. This time, there’s no Hellfire on the altar. Instead, there’s a woman dancing on it, her hair fiery, even redder than mine, and what’s left of her skimpy outfit a bright emerald green. Just as we approach, she peels her bra off, cupping her breasts to hold up the wisp of material so it won’t fall until she chooses to let go.
She looks right at me, through long, smoky eyelashes, and lowers her top, exposing a perfect pair of breasts topped with glittering pink nipples that look very excited to be on display. Is nipple makeup a thing? She smiles, spins once, then throws her top at me. I catch it, not sure what to do, but unable to take my eyes off her at the same time.
It must be written all over my face, because Sinner pulls me in close, sneaking a hand around my torso to slip his thumb up under the elastic band under my top. “What do you think? You want a turn with Blaze? I wouldn’t hold it against you. I’m sure she’d be game. You wouldn’t be the first girl she played with and she obviously likes you.”
“What? No!” What I feel when I look at her isn’t a sexual feeling exactly, but she’s so confident that it makes me want to get closer so some of it can rub off on me. “Trying to get rid of me already?”
He laughs. “Absolutely not.”
Meanwhile, Blaze has moved her attention elsewhere, swaying with sexy, sinewy motions in front of a man with a shaved head and massive beard. He watches hungrily as she hooks her thumbs in her panties.
“Come on, let’s get a drink,” Priest suggests, taking my hand and tugging me over to the baptismal font that’s filled with ice and bottles of beer.
“What do you think?” Sinner asks after we’ve moved to one of the couches.
“It’s…” I look around, struggling to put my thoughts into words. “It’s what the set designers wished they could do with Inferno. If you told me this was a movie set, I’d almost believe you. It doesn’t seem real.”
“A porno maybe,” Colt says with a laugh.
“If you have this around you all the time, why would you even look at me?” I ask with a laugh, only half kidding.
Sinner cocks his head, searching my face for something. I’m not sure what. “Because it might as well be a movie set. Everybody here, even Blaze, will go back to their lives tomorrow. Their lives might not look like you’re used to, but they still have to buy groceries, fight with their roommates, love their families, and figure out what to make for dinner.”
“He’s right. We work hard, doing dangerous shit, and this? This is an escape from reality, Q. A way to blow off steam where everyone can pretend the outside world doesn’t exist for a while.” Priest points at the back wall. “You see the cuts up there on display? That’s the other side of the coin, and we never forget it.”
Colt yanks me into his lap. He takes my chin in his fingers and makes me look up into his face. “The question you have to ask yourself tonight, is do you want to be in the audience, or the motherfucking star?”
Priest leans over and snakes his arm around my waist. He kisses my neck, and then my shoulder. His fingertips leave fiery trails over my skin as he starts to caress my belly.
“Right here?” My gaze flits around the room, noting how we’re basically surrounded by people.