He imagined going into the bedroom and continuing their play with Digger and Bianca. His cock started to respond but her knew they’d have to take their time and ease her in to their lifestyle. She was theirs to keep and he wouldn’t let any of them fuck it up.
He moved behind Bones onto the bed and relaxed as his lightly haired legs tangled with his own. He saw Bones reach over and entwine his fingers with Bianca’s and felt every muscle in their bodies finally relax. His mind drifted and he let sleep take him.
Bianca
Bianca woke and half expected to find herself sharing a bed with three warthogs based on the sounds these men were making. She’d never heard snoring like it. She tried to turn Digger’s face away from hers and let him make those noises in Bone’s earhole. He looked more rugged this morning as stubble a couple of shades darker than his hair now shadowed his face. It prickled against her palm as she gently pushed against his cheek to turn his head. She was just settling back down when his big, fat head turned back and he expelled what can only be describe as a ‘honk’ sound. It was equal parts annoying, adorable and hilarious. Despite her best effort, she burst out laughing.
All three men jack-knifed up in bed and frantically searched the room for whatever had woke them up. Bianca quickly covered her mouth with her hand but a small giggle escaped. Three sleep deprived faces swung her way.
“Sorry,” she squeaked out while trying to get a hold on her laugh.
They looked confused and with only partially open eyes and messed up hair, their faces weren’t helping her put an end to her chortles. Bones crawled over Digger and pushed her onto her back. He settled on his side next to her and nestled in.
He rested his head on her chest. “What’s so funny, beauty?” His voice was deeper than normal and rumbled against her, giving her chest goose-bumps.
She could feel her smile stretching wide, “You lot snore like some kind of jungle creature and then Digger made a sound like a goose.” She giggled again and started to run her fingers through Bone’s hair. He grunted his approval.
“You’d better learn to snore then, angel. Get us back with your own night calls.” King laughed.
She lay still for a few minutes, enjoying the heat and comfort. Eventually, her bladder made itself known and she couldn’t hold it much longer. She started to wiggle out of Bones and Digger’s arms.
Digger’s hold tightened. “Where you going, love? You need more sleep.”
“I need to pee.” She said in a way that she hoped demonstrated her urgency.
They all groaned and muttered about tiny bladders as they moved positions to let her out of their huddle. She smiled and gave them each an appreciative squeeze before she bolted for the bathroom.
After she washed up, she came back into the bedroom to find Bones, Digger and King all in different stages of getting dressed. She felt bad now. She never meant for them to get up with her. She would have said something but her mouth was currently hanging open at the sight in front of her. Bones was in black, leather pants, the top button was unfastened and she could see the trail from his bellybutton disappear behind his zipper. He had a lean torso, but it was heavily defined and bare of tattoos, yet his arms were covered from hands to shoulders, all brightly coloured. She could make out biblical scenes but they seemed to have a dark twist.
Digger was in dark jeans that hugged his massive thighs and he was pulling on leather boots, leaving his jaw length, golden blonde hair hiding his face. His back muscles rippled under a huge tattoo that must be the club’s emblem. A reaper with wings on fire bent and distorted with his movements. His arms were covered too and the tattoo facing her had an arm length sinister looking skeleton with a large crown sat crooked on it’s head, surrounded by treasure.
Finally, King was swearing up a storm as he tried to untwist a t-shirt that was knotted in a pile. His arms were bigger than the other two’s, she could almost make out each individual muscle and tendon as they stretched and relaxed. His tattoos showed warriors fighting in what she thought had to be hell. He had a large tattoo spanning his chest of a bleeding heart wearing a crown with massive wings stretching to the top of his shoulders. They looked like metal, almost robotic, with nuts and bolts attaching them to the heart. His stomach looked like an it was an 8-pack that was framed by two deep ravines that went into his jeans from his hips.