Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5), Page 3

  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.”

  Oh no.

  “I say we do it.” Ciara giggles, rubbing her hands together.

  “Oh, I’m in!” Addi grins.

  “Oh God, this isn’t wise,” Serenity says, rubbing her head anxiously.

  “Yeah, are we sure we trust them?” I mumble.

  “Just think of it like this...we get to return the favor.” Addison winks at me.

  “You make a good point,” I admit.

  “Oh, come on ladies, let’s have some fun!”

  “All right,” I say, clapping. “I’m game.”

  “Me too!” Serenity says.

  “So, who’s going first?” Muff grins, wiggling his brows.

  “We are!” I say.

  They all look at me. “Well,” I explain, “we need to know how bad we can get back at them.”

  “Smart girl.” Spike grins. “Okay, boys, let’s do this. Girls, out of the spa.”

  With a load of giggles, we all get out of the spa and rush inside Addison and Cade’s cabin to find some warmth. It’s freezing out, and the inside of the cabin is fully heated. We all huddle in, and dry ourselves, finding some clothes before forming a group in the living room. The guys are all huddled together, talking amongst themselves, laughing and nodding. I don’t even want to know what they have planned. Muff looks over his shoulder at me, and gives me a little wink before joining back in.

  “Ugh, it’s so sickening.” Serenity grins, stepping up beside me.

  “What is?”

  “The way he looks at you. It’s kind of gross.”

  “Oh, you can talk.” I laugh. “Jackson eye-rapes you every time you walk in the room.”

  She laughs loudly. “Yeah, he kind of does, doesn’t he?”

  “Ew!” Addison mumbles.

  “I’d like to think Spike still eye-rapes me.” Ciara sighs.

  “Oh, he does!” We all say at once.

  “Right, ladies, your challenge has been set,” Jackson says, turning and facing us. All the guys follow suit.

  “God, I’m nervous now,” Serenity says.

  “Don’t be, darlin’.” Jackson grins at her. “We’ll be nice.”

  “So hit us,” I say, rubbing my cool arms. “What are we going to do?”

  “Your challenge,” Spike grins, “is to do the ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ dance for us, half naked.”

  I snort loudly, and the girls beside me do the same. “Seriously?” Addison says.

  “Seriously.” Cade winks at her. “We’re bikers - what did you think we’d ask you to do?”

  “Damn bikers,” Ciara mutters.

  “So, you either accept the challenge,” Muff grins, “or you accept defeat.”

  “Oh hell no,” I say, taking the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. “Ain’t no biker bringing us girls down!”

  All the guys’ eyes widen, and I’m almost sure that without the alcohol, I wouldn’t be doing this. The girls watch me for a moment, and then Serenity follows my lead, and lifts her shirt, too. Soon, we’re all standing in our bra and pants, watching Addison. She groans, and rubs her little belly. “I’m too fat.”

  “Baby,” Cade growls. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful. Now get it off.”

  “We can leave her out,” Jackson grunts. “She is my daughter, after all.”

  “Shut it, Jack’s,” Cade snaps. “You get to perv on your girl, I get to perv on mine.”

  Jackson grumbles, but they all turn back to us. Addison decides to leave her shirt on, and the rest of us refuse to remove the pants. They can have the bras, and the bodies, but they’re not getting the whole deal. We all line up. We know the sexy dance—most women do. We’re about to start, when Spike lifts his hand. “Oh, we forgot to add, you have to sing it...and you have to sing the dirty version.”

  Oh.

  Crap.

  “No way!” Serenity breathes. “I can’t sing.”

  “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 d
own.”

  “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

  “Final 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.