Bikers and Tinsel
Page 7
“Hey, hands off, buddy,” Cade says, gripping Addison and wrapping her in his arms.
Spike snorts. “Hands belong to one lady. Come here Tomcat.”
Ciara giggles, and rushes over, wrapping her arms around Spike and, after a moment, dropping her hands down to his ass. Little minx.
I walk over, stopping beside Muff. God, he’s beautiful without a shirt. So damned sexy. He puts his arms around me, and tugs me toward the spa.
The moment I put my feet in, I groan. It’s divine. Oh God, it’s amazing. I sink down, moaning loudly.
Jackson chuckles. “Haven’t been in a hot tub before, J?”
I open my eyes and meet his. “God no, but I can see I’ve been missing out.”
Muff slides in beside me, and he hands me a beer.
“I say we play a game!” Serenity pipes up when we’re all settled in our spots.
Cade groans. “Seriously? Bikers don’t play games.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport,” Addison says, rubbing her hands together. “I’m in.”
“Truth or dare!” Ciara says, bobbing up and down excitedly.
“Ohhhh, yes!” I cry.
Muff groans beside me. The other bikers do the same.
“Fuckin’ women!” Spike grunts.
“Since you started the game,” Cade grins down at Addi, “you get to go first. Truth or dare, sugar?”
She contemplates it a moment, twisting her dark hair around a finger. “Dare.”
“Oh, buddy, let me do this one!” Spike pleads.
Addison shoots him an evil glare. “Be careful Spike, it’s your turn next.”
He winks at her, and turns to Cade. “Go on, bud, let me take one for the team.”
“All right.” Cade grins, taking a sip of beer. “Spike chooses the dare.”
Spike’s grin widens and he rubs his hands together. “I dare you to run out into that snow, clucking like a chicken.”
“You’re a bastard!” Addison grunts.
“If you don’t do the dare, you’re out, which means you don’t get to return the favor.”
“Fine,” Addison says, standing. “I’m not scared.”
She hops over the side of the hot tub, and squeals when the cold air hits her. Then she tucks her hands up into her armpits and begins clucking as she runs out into the snow. It’s impossible not to laugh. Her little clucking sounds are hilarious. I am laughing so hard my stomach hurts, Ciara is snort-laughing, and Serenity has her mouth open but is making no noise, she’s laughing so hard.
By the time Addison gets back, she’s shaking. “Fucking bastard!”
“Language, baby.” Jackson laughs.
She shoots Jacksons a glare. “Don’t make me hurt you, Daddy.”
“Who’s next?” Serenity says, between chuckles.
“Well, Spike of course.” I giggle.
Addison turns to him, not letting anyone else close. “I dare you to go and ask the neighbors for sugar, in only your jocks. We all know they’re going to stick to those spikes.”
I burst out laughing, and Muff does the same. “Fuckin’ genius, Addi!”
Spike is glaring at her, because he knows that his jocks will stick to his many, many spikes.
“Fine, I’m not fuckin’ scared!” he grunts.
He stands, and now it’s hard not to notice that the jocks do, in fact, show all his spikes. It’s like a damned pincushion. I look away, flushing.
“Nice job,” Serenity says, nodding.
“Hey!” Jackson says, pulling her onto his lap. “Eyes off!”
Ciara giggles, and covers her face with her hands. “God, this is shameful!”
Spike leaps out of the spa and struts proudly across the lot until he’s about halfway—then he runs, because it’s so damned cold. We all wait anxiously, desperate to know the outcome. He comes around the corner a few minutes later, and thrusts his hand into the air with a victory cry. He got the damned sugar. We all laugh and cheer as he drops the cup and runs towards the spa, leaping in and splashing water everywhere.
“Burned, baby!” he says to Addi, splashing her with water.
“It’s not over yet.” She grins.
“Who’s next?” Jackson says.
“We will go in a circle, so that means it’s Ciara’s turn.”
“I am not getting out of this spa,” she says, crossing her arms. “I’m pregnant, and an invalid.”
“Truth, then,” I say, grinning at her.
“Truth it is,” she says, giving a nervous smile.
“Okay,” I say, thinking. “Have you ever watched someone have sex?”
Her cheeks flush, and Spike chuckles. “Answer them, Tomcat.”
“Oh God,” she says, covering her face. “You’re horrible J, you just wait.”
“Answer it,” I tease, wiggling my brows.
“Yes, I have.”
We all cheer, and Jackson reaches across, slapping her on the back. “Atta girl!”
“Liked it, too.” Spike grins, and then ducks when her hand lashes out. Our laughing continues until there’s tears in our eyes. That’s when Jackson speaks up.
“I say we make this a group challenge: girls against men. Save the private shame for another time.”
“Oh?” Addison says. “Do spill, Daddy dearest.”
“We men will make a challenge for you ladies, and vise versa.”
Spike snorts. “Hands belong to one lady. Come here Tomcat.”
Ciara giggles, and rushes over, wrapping her arms around Spike and, after a moment, dropping her hands down to his ass. Little minx.
I walk over, stopping beside Muff. God, he’s beautiful without a shirt. So damned sexy. He puts his arms around me, and tugs me toward the spa.
The moment I put my feet in, I groan. It’s divine. Oh God, it’s amazing. I sink down, moaning loudly.
Jackson chuckles. “Haven’t been in a hot tub before, J?”
I open my eyes and meet his. “God no, but I can see I’ve been missing out.”
Muff slides in beside me, and he hands me a beer.
“I say we play a game!” Serenity pipes up when we’re all settled in our spots.
Cade groans. “Seriously? Bikers don’t play games.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport,” Addison says, rubbing her hands together. “I’m in.”
“Truth or dare!” Ciara says, bobbing up and down excitedly.
“Ohhhh, yes!” I cry.
Muff groans beside me. The other bikers do the same.
“Fuckin’ women!” Spike grunts.
“Since you started the game,” Cade grins down at Addi, “you get to go first. Truth or dare, sugar?”
She contemplates it a moment, twisting her dark hair around a finger. “Dare.”
“Oh, buddy, let me do this one!” Spike pleads.
Addison shoots him an evil glare. “Be careful Spike, it’s your turn next.”
He winks at her, and turns to Cade. “Go on, bud, let me take one for the team.”
“All right.” Cade grins, taking a sip of beer. “Spike chooses the dare.”
Spike’s grin widens and he rubs his hands together. “I dare you to run out into that snow, clucking like a chicken.”
“You’re a bastard!” Addison grunts.
“If you don’t do the dare, you’re out, which means you don’t get to return the favor.”
“Fine,” Addison says, standing. “I’m not scared.”
She hops over the side of the hot tub, and squeals when the cold air hits her. Then she tucks her hands up into her armpits and begins clucking as she runs out into the snow. It’s impossible not to laugh. Her little clucking sounds are hilarious. I am laughing so hard my stomach hurts, Ciara is snort-laughing, and Serenity has her mouth open but is making no noise, she’s laughing so hard.
By the time Addison gets back, she’s shaking. “Fucking bastard!”
“Language, baby.” Jackson laughs.
She shoots Jacksons a glare. “Don’t make me hurt you, Daddy.”
“Who’s next?” Serenity says, between chuckles.
“Well, Spike of course.” I giggle.
Addison turns to him, not letting anyone else close. “I dare you to go and ask the neighbors for sugar, in only your jocks. We all know they’re going to stick to those spikes.”
I burst out laughing, and Muff does the same. “Fuckin’ genius, Addi!”
Spike is glaring at her, because he knows that his jocks will stick to his many, many spikes.
“Fine, I’m not fuckin’ scared!” he grunts.
He stands, and now it’s hard not to notice that the jocks do, in fact, show all his spikes. It’s like a damned pincushion. I look away, flushing.
“Nice job,” Serenity says, nodding.
“Hey!” Jackson says, pulling her onto his lap. “Eyes off!”
Ciara giggles, and covers her face with her hands. “God, this is shameful!”
Spike leaps out of the spa and struts proudly across the lot until he’s about halfway—then he runs, because it’s so damned cold. We all wait anxiously, desperate to know the outcome. He comes around the corner a few minutes later, and thrusts his hand into the air with a victory cry. He got the damned sugar. We all laugh and cheer as he drops the cup and runs towards the spa, leaping in and splashing water everywhere.
“Burned, baby!” he says to Addi, splashing her with water.
“It’s not over yet.” She grins.
“Who’s next?” Jackson says.
“We will go in a circle, so that means it’s Ciara’s turn.”
“I am not getting out of this spa,” she says, crossing her arms. “I’m pregnant, and an invalid.”
“Truth, then,” I say, grinning at her.
“Truth it is,” she says, giving a nervous smile.
“Okay,” I say, thinking. “Have you ever watched someone have sex?”
Her cheeks flush, and Spike chuckles. “Answer them, Tomcat.”
“Oh God,” she says, covering her face. “You’re horrible J, you just wait.”
“Answer it,” I tease, wiggling my brows.
“Yes, I have.”
We all cheer, and Jackson reaches across, slapping her on the back. “Atta girl!”
“Liked it, too.” Spike grins, and then ducks when her hand lashes out. Our laughing continues until there’s tears in our eyes. That’s when Jackson speaks up.
“I say we make this a group challenge: girls against men. Save the private shame for another time.”
“Oh?” Addison says. “Do spill, Daddy dearest.”
“We men will make a challenge for you ladies, and vise versa.”
