Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5) (4 page)

“No choice, baby.” Jackson grins.

“Aw, come on,” I cry, looking at Muff, pleading with him. His eyes are watching me, and he’s got a lazy smile on his face.

“Start singing, baby,” he purrs.

“I hate you,” I mouth.

He winks at me, and Spike claps his hands. “Come on, ladies - unless you’re willing to accept that you couldn’t beat a bunch of old dirty bikers.”

“Wankers,” Addison mutters.

“We can do this, girls,” Ciara says, crossing her arms. “We got this down.”

“Do you all know the...dirty version?” I say.

They all laugh. “Who doesn’t?”

“True.”

“Okay.” Addison claps. “Let’s make these men eat their words.”

All four men sit down on the couch and lean back, putting their hands behind their heads and watching us with cocky smirks. We all form our line again, and then we begin to sing.

“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Santa’s got a hickey on the end of his cock, Mrs. Claus is pregnant, the elves are all gay, and Prancer’s humping Rudolph in the back of the sleigh.”

We all twist our hips and jump to the side, slapping our asses. The bikers cheer.

“Giddy up, jingle horse, pick up your feet, jingle around the clock. Mix and a mingle to the jingle horse beat...”

“Take it away, ladies!” Spike yells, standing.

“
That’s the jingle bell
,” we all sing at the top of our lungs. “
That’s the jingle bell, that’s the jingle bell rooooock!”

The guys all get to their feet and clap loudly, laughing and cheering for us. We all take a bow, and it’s only then I realize how much my heart is pounding. That was fun. Probably the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I’d forgotten what it felt like to laugh so much.

“Our turn,” Addison cries, running over to Cade and leaping into his arms.

He groans loudly.

“Be nice, ladies.” Jackson grins, winking at Serenity.

“Ladies!” Addison cries. “Huddle up, we’ve got to make this brilliant.”

We all rush towards her, and she hustles us over to the corner.

“We have to make them put on a show,” Ciara says.

“Oh, most certainly,” I add, grinning.

“A sexy show. They have to sing.” Serenity giggles.

“They won’t sing,” Addison says, “But we can make them do something good.”

“But what?” I whisper. “I want to see them suffer a little.”

“I have these cute as shit Christmas hats in my suitcase,” Addison giggles. “They have to wear them.”

“While doing what?”

“They have to sing!” Ciara says. “No options.”

“I know.” I grin. “‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,’ with no shirts, a Santa hat, and we want action.”

Addison snorts, and then bursts out laughing. “That’s gold, J!”

“So we’re doing it?” Ciara laughs.

“We’re doing it.” Serenity claps.

We all spin, and the guys look at us wearily. Addison rushes off to her cabin to get the hats, and we wait, grinning at the guys, leaving them hanging until she gets back. She steps in front of them, and holds up the hats.

“Shirts off boys, hats on, and you’re going to sing ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ to us, and you’re going to move and dance.”

“Fuck no.” Spike grunts. “Hell fucking no.”

“That’s okay then.” Addison grins. “You have to accept that you couldn’t beat a bunch of girls.”

“Fuck that,” Muff says, gripping his shirt and lifting it over his head. We all take a moment to admire that beautiful body. He snatches the hat from Addison’s hand and puts it on. “We’re not losing to a bunch of girls!”

“I agree,” Cade says, also removing his shirt.

Shit, is it getting hotter in here?

Spike is still brooding by the time Jackson removes his shirt. He realizes he’s not getting out of it, so he does the same. When they’re all standing in front of us, wearing only jeans and Santa hats, it’s hard not to clench in all the right places. Goddamn, they’re fine—each and every one of them. Ripped bodies, gorgeous faces, and nice asses. It’s like a woman’s dream come true, all topped with Santa hats.

“Get singing, ladies,” Addison teases.

They all glare at her.

“Come on boys.” I chuckle. “Show us up.”

It’s hard to smother our giggles when in gruff voices, they begin mumbling, “Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Has a very shiny nose...”

“Aw, come on boys,” Serenity yells. “Give us some wiggling!”

Muff gets into it first. He leaps forward, stopping in front of me. He whips his hat off, and puts it on my head, singing the song in a husky, deep voice. His cock is right near my face, and I feel my cheeks heat. The girls whistle, and clap their hands.

That’s when the other guys join in. Spike wiggles towards Ciara, and her cheeks flush bright red as he tucks his hat into his pants. “Fetch it, Tomcat,” he growls.

Oh, my.

Cade drops to his knees in front of Addi, and he tucks his hat into her top. Then he leans down and bites it with his teeth, pulling it back out. Addison squeals and cheers.

Jackson is last, but certainly not least. He strolls towards Serenity, steps over her, grips her hair and begins wiggling his hips in her face. “Ho, ho, ho, young lady, and what would you like for Christmas?”

We all squeal as the guys continue to dance. Muff grinds his hips, and I watch in complete awe as his abs rip and pull when he moves. I lean forward, running my lips across his smooth, velvety skin. He growls and grips my hair, tugging my head back. “This is my dance baby!”

I giggle, and peer up into his blue eyes. “It takes two to tango, don’t you know?”

He grins. “I know, Jaybird. I know.”

I’ll just bet he does.

Chapter 3

Jingle Bells!

Muff

Jaybird disappears after our little challenges, when everyone falls into their own patterns and the guys take the time to enjoy their other halves. I find her out in the spa, eyes closed, breasts jutting out of the water, relaxing. I can’t help myself; I remove my shirt and jeans, and I climb in. When she hears the water swishing, her eyes pop open. She smiles the moment she lays them on me, and I return it with a grin. I slide over to her until my body is on top of hers, and my hands are either side of her head on the spa.

“Hey there, little lady.”

She giggles. “Hey yourself, handsome.”

“What’re you doin’ hiding out here all on your own?”

She shrugs. “I was just enjoying the free time.”

“Not often you get a break, eh?”

She shakes her head, and lifts her hands, running them over my arms.

“Tell me about all these tattoos.”

I shift until I drop down beside her, and then I pull her onto my lap. Her ass rides against my cock, and I try as best I can to ignore it. I tangle one hand into her hair, and I use the other to make little circles onto her back.

“I got one, and I couldn’t stop, you know?”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t. Which was your first?”

I grin, and point to the little bird on my chest. “This one.”

She leans forward, studying it. “It’s adorable. So...”

“Un-manly...”

A giggle erupts from her throat. “No, but it has to have a reason. Most men wouldn’t get something like that.”

“It has reason, all my work does. This one was from when I was a child. I had this friend; her and I were close for a long time. She died in a car accident when we were twelve. She had this bird, a pet that she loved. So, when I was old enough, I got the tattoo. It reminded me of her.”

Jaybird is quiet a moment. I lift her chin with my fingers.

“I’m sorry. That’s so awful,” she whispers.

“Life happens in ways we don’t expect; that’s why it’s so unpredictable. It can’t be changed. Don’t be sorry. She’s in a better place.”

“Do you really believe that?” she asks, nestling closer.

“Don’t you?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

I think on it for a moment before replying with, “You know, I think there’s a better place for everyone, it’s just our times to go to those places are different. We all have a purpose here. Sometimes that purpose is only short, and we’re taken before our time. I like to believe we go somewhere better.”

Her fingers graze my cheeks, and I grin. “What?”

“You...you’re just so...different. So beautiful.”

I grunt. “Now come on, princess. Don’t kill the ego.”

She giggles. “Okay, handsome.”

“Getting better...”

I wrap my arms around her and bury my face into her hair.

Shit, she’s doing something to me.

Something I can’t turn away from.

~*~*~*~

Janine

“F
inal challenge of the night,” Serenity says when we’re all chilling back in Addison’s cabin later on that evening.

“And what would that be, baby?” Jackson says, pulling her onto his lap.

“You boys have to use your hats for one more personal thing before we go to bed. It’s got to be totally creative.”

“That’s easy!” Spike grunts.

Serenity rolls her eyes at him, and we all settle into the couches, waiting for the first man to make use of his hat.

Jackson is the first to step up to the plate when Serenity gets herself some eggnog and it’s too hot. Like a true gentleman, he wraps his hat around her glass and hands it to her.

“You fuckin’ pussy!” Spike grins.

“Mega aww moment,” Addison sighs.

“Ah shit Jack’s, you’re setting the bar high for the rest of us,” Muff groans.

The second to complete the challenge is, oddly enough, Spike. He breaks open a bag of nuts later in the night when he’s hungry, and when he can’t find a bowl, he tips them all into his hat and spends the next hour walking around eating. Very original.

Cade is the third to go. He pulls Addison’s late night cookies out of the oven using his hat as an oven mitt when she can’t find anything else to pull them out. She spends the next ten minutes kissing him and making little ‘aww’ sounds because of his oh-so-sweet gesture.

When Muff’s turn comes around, he does something that is quite sweet. I have cold hands, and I’m sitting by the fire, rubbing them together just as the night is slowing down. He kneels down beside me, removing the hat from his head. He grips my hands, covering them with the warm hat.

“Can’t let my lady lose her hands,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my head.

“Aw shit, I think you just outdid us all, you fucker!” Jackson laughs.

“Aw, Muffy,” Addison croons. “You sweetheart!”

Muff grunts, placing his hands behind my head and pulling me close, bringing his lips over mine. I shudder as he moves them gently, slowly parting them with his tongue until we’re in a deep, intense kiss.

“Get a room!” Spike yells.

“I just might,” Muff groans when he pulls back.

“Gotta catch me first.” I giggle, standing and running.

“Lady likes a challenge. Atta girl!” Cade grins, laughing.

I run into the living room, where I find the Christmas tree. I pull off a large, hanging candy cane and I point it at Muff as he runs in. He grins, wicked and slow, as he stalks towards me.

“What are you gonna do with that, little Jaybird?”

“Oh, don’t make me use this candy cane on you, Muff!”

“I’d like to see what you got,” he teases.

I giggle and go to run, but he lunges toward me, dropping his shoulder into my stomach and putting me up over his shoulder. I squeal and pummel my fists into his back. When that doesn’t work, I whack his ass with the candy cane.

“Baby, whack my ass with that again, and I’ll make good use of it.”

I chuckle softly, and whack his ass again. He spins suddenly, dropping me from his shoulder. He grips my shoulders when I land on my feet, and he turns me so my body is pressed against the couch, my chest pressing into the cushions. He hooks his fingers in my jeans, yanks them down, and then he takes the candy cane from my grips and he spanks me with it.

My breath hitches.

“Like that, Jaybird?” he growls.

I squirm, and he does it again. The little sting is quite thrilling.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you, now,” he growls, hauling me up and spinning me around, dropping that shoulder again and lifting me, carrying me toward the front door.

He runs us through the cold to our cabin and as soon as we get in, he kicks the door closed and drops me down onto the couch.

Oh, yes.

We’re not even going to the room.

The couch is soft, and I sink back into it as he drops his body over mine, crushing those divine lips over my more-than-willing ones. I open to him, mewling when he dips his tongue into my mouth, taunting me, teasing me, giving me something and then taking it away. He knows he’s killing me.

His fingers run up my thighs, tickling the skin there as his mouth moves over mine. I whimper and tangle my fingers into his thick hair, tugging him, wanting more of what he’s giving.

Suddenly he pulls away, and looks down at me with a hungry expression. His lips are swollen and glistening and oh, what a gorgeous sight. He leans down, looking me dead in the eye, and murmurs, “I want you over the back of the couch. I’m going to spank that cute ass.”

Oh.

Hell.

Yes.

He grips my wrists and lifts me, pulling me up before spinning me around and bending me over the couch.

“Ever had your pussy licked from behind, Jaybird?”

“N-n-no,” I whimper.

“You’re in for a fuckin’ treat, then.”

He has me naked in a second, clothes torn in a pile on the floor. I hear him unbuckle his jeans, and then I feel him...right there...at my exposed pussy. The fact that my ass is in his face doesn’t seem to worry him. He just plunges his tongue into my sensitive flesh...from behind. The sensation is out of this world. His head presses against my ass, putting just enough pressure down to make me buck. I grip the cushions on the couch as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, and then his finger slides into my entrance.

God.

This man has a tongue that can do mighty fine things.

His fingers slip in and out of me, and his tongue continues to slide up and down, then around my clit—its mission? To explore my pussy. I am shaking by the time I’m ready to come. My entire body convulses, and I feel like everything inside me is about to explode. Well, in a sense, it is. Muff thrusts his fingers deeper, twisting them in that perfect way to get me where I need to go.