UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8) - Hayley Faiman (rooftoppers TXT) 📗

The main guy, Mamba, leans forward, his lips almost touching mine. “You, me, and him.”

As he speaks, his lips touch my own and I can’t stop the shiver from sliding down my spine. I want that. It’s so bad, so, so bad, but I feel like I will regret it if I don’t say yes. Them, both of them, they feel really right.

Instantly that choking feeling, that suffocation, it completely leaves me. It’s like just by being here in front of me, so close that they’re both practically kissing me, they’ve unchoked me.

“Okay,” I say as I swallow the knot in my throat.

He lifts his head, his eyes connecting to mine. I watch as something flashes in them, desire, need, and maybe even a little want too. I’ve never felt sexy, not ever, except right this moment. I feel like the sexiest woman on earth. I don’t know how they do it just by looking at me, but they do.

“You’re on the back of my bike,” he says, reaching down and taking my hand in his.

“Wait,” I cry. “I have work.”

The other one smirks. “You really want to go back in there? Really?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Then come with us.”

“What happens tomorrow when I’m fired?” I ask.

He shrugs his shoulder. “What happens when you stop asking about tomorrow and start living today?”

Chapter Two

GATOR

This whole thing is probably a mistake. That’s what I tell myself over and over as I follow behind Mamba and the little doe-eyed waitress.

It probably is a mistake, but it’s not stopping my cock from hardening at the thought of being inside of her, of playing with her, of having Mamba inside of me at the same time.

I want it all.

When Maria left, it left a hole inside of us both. I don’t think it has anything to do with her personally, but that third person completes us. Maria may not have been able to do it, and everyone at the Beasts thinks that Mamba and I should just be with one another, but that’s not how we work.

At least I don’t think we would work that way, could we?

We need someone who can be okay with shared love, with shared everything. Because not one of us will get all of the other. And as much as Mamba and I need one another, we need someone else too.

Shared.

I didn’t think that I could ever share much in life, but with Mamba it’s easy. He gives more than he has to, he gives more than any other lover I’ve ever had. I don’t know why it wasn’t enough for Maria. Maybe she just didn’t love us enough to accept what we could give her.

Maybe it’s me? Maybe I love Mamba so much, too much, that I’m willing to do whatever he wants. I love women, but I have to admit, I prefer just him most of the time.

Pulling into the motel parking lot, I kill the engine of my bike as I watch Mamba and the girl walk toward the room. It’s dark outside and all of the bikes are parked. The guys are probably resting and I have no doubt that Jaguar is asleep in the room.

I don’t move right away, content to watch Mamba smile down at her. It’s a real smile too, not a made-up cocky smirk, it’s real.

Not something you see very often from him. He wears it well, the sexy bastard. Throwing my leg over the seat, I follow behind them, and before they go into the room, I look over at her.

“What’s your name?” I ask, knowing that Mamba has one thing and one thing only on his mind, and it’s not her name.

“Shelby,” she whispers.

“I’m Gator, that’s Mamba,” I introduce. “Someone is going to be asleep in the other bed, he won’t touch you, just us.”

She nods her head, licking her lips as her eyes flick between us. “Okay… I’ve never—” she begins.

Mamba chuckles. “Got that, doe. We’ll take care of you.”

We all three walk into the hotel room and as I suspect, Jaguar is passed out in his bed. Quietly we make our way over to the extra bed and I watch as Mamba makes the first move. He tilts his head and kisses her.

I watch them, my cock going hard at the sight of them just kissing. She’s fucking stunning and sweet, shy even. It’s sexy as fuck. Peeling off my cut, I toss it on the small chair in the room before I take my T-shirt off and kick my boots off.

Making my way toward them, I lean down and touch my lips to Mamba’s neck. He breaks the kiss with Shelby before he turns to look at me. I see the desire in his gaze. He leans forward and touches his mouth to mine before he takes a step back.

MAMBA

Taking a step back, I start to take my clothes off. First my cut, then I kick off my boots before I peel off my T-shirt. I watch as Gator kisses Shelby. Fuck me, it’s sexy as shit. She lifts her arms and wraps them around his neck, arching her back as she silently begs for more.

Walking around behind them, I wrap my fingers around her waist from behind and touch my lips to the side of her neck. Her entire body trembles from the multiple stimulations, she hasn’t even felt the beginning of it yet, she will and she’s going to be ruined for anyone else.

It’s my goddamn mission.

Sliding my hands around her waist, I reach the front of her jeans and tug open the button before I slip one of my hands beneath her panties, cupping her.

Shelby lifts her head, and I hear her let out a soft moan from my touch. Gator chuckles then his hands brush mine as he starts to tug the hem of her tank and pull it up her body. I lift my lips from her neck just long enough for him to take the shirt over her