Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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 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