Savage Kings MC Box Set 2

by Lane Hart

  “Yes, I guess.”

  “Well, now we both know that the threesome was his idea. I think he told you it was mine because he wanted to be with you, Gabriel, and he just couldn’t admit it.”

  “Really?” he asks, sounding hopeful.

  “Really. He obviously has feelings for you too.” Which of course makes me wonder if Ian really meant the things he said to me yesterday. Does he care for me and want to be with me? Or is he just hiding from the truth of how he feels about Gabriel?

  “If he does, he doesn’t show it. Especially since he got out. He told me that what we were doing was done and over now that he’s out of prison and that it will never happen again,” he explains.

  “He’s probably just scared or a little nervous about something so new and different. Most likely, he’s afraid to be with you in front of me for fear of what I would think, even though he shouldn’t even worry about that.”

  “Maybe. Now that he’s home, I don’t think he’ll give in to me ever again, though, no matter what the circumstances are.”

  “I could encourage him to do more with you next time we have a threesome if you want me to?” I offer. I would also like to see for myself how Ian is with Gabriel to determine if what we have is real or if he’s just pretending. And I would never stand in their way if something is there between the two men.

  “Seriously? You would do that?” Gabriel asks, sounding shocked.

  “Sure. If I had known, I wouldn’t have come between you two. You know that, right? And, I mean, I think it would be really, really hot seeing you two together, if you’re up for doing that with us again?”

  “Then, ah, yeah. That’s…that would be nice, Quincey. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I say, because I truly want to help these two. Even if Ian doesn’t have real feelings for me, I think he’s a good man who deserves to be happy. Gabriel does too. He deserves more than to be used by Ian in such a horribly one-sided way. Until he stands up to the other man, he’ll probably just keep taking advantage of him. “You know what else would help you, Gabriel?” I ask him.

  “What’s that?”

  “Saturday was really amazing,” I begin. “Especially when you…after Ian and me, you know? I think it turned Ian on seeing you do that to me.”

  “Yeah, I think it did too,” he agrees with a grin.

  “If you participated more when the three of us are together, that could maybe motivate Ian to make a move.”

  “How’s that?”

  “The more invested you are in the activities, the hotter they will be, and the more likely things will just happen naturally between all three of us.”

  “I dunno. You have no idea just how stubborn he is,” Gabriel explains.

  “Yes, but from our short time together, I also know that Ian really likes to be in control. You need to do something to make him lose his cool and…snap.”

  “Like what?” he asks.

  “Kiss me,” I tell him.

  “What? Why?”

  “Are you really attracted to women or not? You can be honest with me.”

  “I am. Really,” he replies. “You should know that from experience. Getting hard and coming isn’t exactly something a man can fake,” he adds with a knowing grin.

  “Yes, you were definitely aroused when my mouth was on you. Does that happen with women, or did it just happen with me because Ian happened to be there?”

  “A little of both, I guess. If you’re asking if I can fuck a woman with no man around, then the answer is hell yes. I just prefer to be with men more because I like being a bottom, being dominated.”

  “So you aren’t repulsed by women?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “Then come over here and kiss me, Gabriel. You’re so uptight and focused on Ian that you haven’t even given me a chance.”

  “Why do I need to give you a chance? I don’t really see how that will help anything.”

  “Are you jealous when I’m with Ian? When his hands and mouth are on me?”

  “No,” he answers right away, followed by, “I dunno. Yes, fine, I’m jealous, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else either.”

  “Then kiss me and touch me and hate fuck me if you need to while you pretend I’m Ian, until he wakes up or gets over whatever it is that’s stopping him from being with you!” I suggest.

  “That’s not…I can’t do that to you.”

  “Why not?” I ask. “You’re not attracted to me?”

  “You’re beautiful, Quincey. I’m not blind to that. But it just doesn’t feel as good to be the one in control. And I don’t hate you.”

  “Do you want to keep sitting on the sidelines getting a mediocre blowjob from me, or do you want to get in the game?” I ask. When he doesn’t respond, I demand, “When’s the last time you fucked someone, Gabriel? Not their mouth either.”

  Blowing out a breath, he says, “Wow. It’s been a long, long time. Since before Ian got locked up for sure, so five or six years.”

  “That long, huh? And you don’t miss it? Not even a little?”

  “Sometimes. Being in charge, taking what I want once in a while is sort of an inherent masculine instinct that never goes away, even though I still prefer giving up that control in bed most of the time.”

  “Then you could really use a hot round of wild, steamy sex where you just take what you want instead of waiting around for something more,” I tell him. “Sort of like that aggressive way Ian fucks me.”

  “That’s a low blow, Quincey,” he says with his dark eyes narrowed.

  That doesn’t stop me from continuing to try and push his buttons.

  “He really gives it to me, you know? All that sexual frustration that built up while he was in prison for five years. Blowjobs are probably great but not the same as sinking into a woman. And his endurance, don’t even get me started. He barely even needs any time to recover, as you know from the other night when he was fucking me right in front of you. It’s like his body can’t even wait a few minutes to be inside of me again.” All this is horrible for me to say to him, to throw in his face, but hopefully it will be worth it to get Gabriel to wake up and see what Ian has been doing to him, using him and then throwing him aside. “If Ian didn’t get me so wet beforehand, I think he would rip me apart with his long, hard cock and deep, urgent thrusts–”

  That’s the last word I get out of my mouth before Gabriel’s lips are colliding with mine, shutting me up. It’s our first kiss, and whoa, it’s a doozy. He may not hate me, but I get the feeling from his demanding, forceful tongue shoving its way into my mouth that he doesn’t exactly like me at the moment for throwing everything in his face. And god, it’s hot finally seeing this side of him being unleashed.

  Gabriel backs me into the nearest wall so hard the air is knocked from my lungs. And I can’t say I’m surprised when I feel his thick arousal pressing against my hip through his jeans.

  “You feel that?” he asks between deep, punishing kisses.

  “Yes,” I gasp while squirming to try and rub myself on him where my pulse is throbbing between my legs.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it,” he warns me with a shift of his hips that grinds his cock into my lower belly where the ache within me is growing stronger. And there are no more doubts in my mind now. Gabriel is definitely attracted to me even when Ian’s not around.

  For a second, I feel a little guilty for pushing Gabriel so far without Ian here, like what we’re doing is wrong without him. But I have his best interests at heart and will tell him about everything Gabriel and I do, with the hope that he’ll be jealous enough to admit his feelings for the other man.

  Right now, though, Gabriel’s making it hard to think about it anymore. When I start to slide my palms up underneath his shirt to get to his abs, he grabs my wrists, pinning them both above my head and holding them there with just one of his strong hands. The other is then slipping under my dress to jerk my panties down my legs. They only m
ake it to my knees before two of his long fingers are plunging inside of me, making me moan into his mouth that’s still attacking mine.

  “Dripping wet and ready for me already. Or are you thinking about Ian?” Gabriel asks.

  “You,” I answer as his fingers pump in and out of me hard and fast. “I want you…inside of me. Please!”

  I nearly whimper when he removes his hand. But then I hear the sound of his zipper going down, and a second later the blunt head of his cock is sliding through my pussy lips. Stepping out of one side of my panties, I hike my leg up on Gabriel’s hip to spread myself open for him; and then he’s slamming up into me with enough force that my planted foot goes up on the toes of my sandals.

  I’ve never been fucked standing up like this, and I have to say I love the way the root of Gabriel’s cock hits my clit on the end of every slamming thrust. When my knee slips off his hip, the angle feels even better, like I’m incredibly tight and he’s so, so big.

  Gabriel buries his face in my neck while his hard body pins me in place and he drives into me so hard he may have left a dent in my cervix. My body loves it, though, my inner walls clenching around his shaft as the pleasure builds.

  “Oh fuck,” Gabriel mutters. “Wait for me. Don’t come without me, Quincey!”

  “Hurry up!” I urge him because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off when my thighs start to tighten.

  Gabriel reaches around to grab my ass and lift it up; and on the next drive of his cock, we both cry out at how deep he gets inside of me. His hot release bursts from his shaft with the pressure of a geyser filling me up at the same time I come apart with a scream of pleasure so loud it leaves me hoarse.

  My head is thrown back against the wall when he lets my arms go. They fall limply onto Gabriel’s back as his body remains pressed to mine, face still hidden in my neck.

  “H-how was…that?” I ask through pants as I try to catch my breath.

  “So goddamn good,” he answers right away, which is a relief. “I’ve never…not used a condom with anyone. It was…holy shit.”

  “Yeah?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” he replies when he lifts his head to look down at me with a mixture of awe and satisfaction on his handsome face. Leaning down, he kisses my lips softly just once before going back for seconds. “That was probably just a fluke, though, right?” he asks as his cock slips out of me, making me feel incredibly empty.

  “Maybe?”

  “Should we find out?”

  “Right now?” I ask.

  “Uh-huh,” he agrees as he lifts my dress up my body and over my head, tossing it aside. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, Gabriel’s mouth goes right down to one of my breasts, latching on to my nipple and giving it a hard suck. “These are nice,” he says when he pulls back to move to the other one and lashes his tongue over the sensitive flesh, causing a tug that goes right down between my legs. “Really nice.” Gabriel presses my breasts together and then runs his tongue down the cleavage before taking a gentle bite out of the plump side. “Has Ian fucked them yet?”

  “Yes,” I answer.

  “I knew it. He’s always been a tit man,” he says. “These may have me becoming one too.”

  His mouth stays on my breasts, taking his time with them, while his hands lower and reach around to grope my ass cheeks.

  Not wanting him to have all the fun, I push his leather cut down his arms, and it lands with a thud behind him. Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, I lift the fabric up and off to get my hands on his broad chest that’s covered in dark, masculine hair and run my palms over his shoulders and the dragon tattoo curled around his biceps.

  For the next few minutes, we’re both content to touch and kiss each other’s bodies until Gabriel’s dick thickens between us again, bobbing up from where his undone pants are riding low on his hips. I reach down to take him in my hand, stroking up and down a few times to make his velvety flesh grow even harder.

  That finally distracts his mouth from my breasts. Gabriel grumbles a curse, and then he’s removing my hands from his shaft to spin me around to face the wall.

  Just as he lines himself up and eases inside me, the shop door opens behind us.

  I don’t even have time to look over my shoulder to see who it is when I hear Ian’s voice, shouting, “What the fuck are you doing?”

  I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Gabriel or both of us. Neither of us move a muscle or respond.

  “Answer me!” Ian roars as I hear his boots stomping closer, making me startle at the amount of anger in his tone. When I finally do look over at him, his face is twisted with confusion and definitely jealousy. He looks so furious that I wouldn’t be surprised if steam rolled out of his ears or his flaring nostrils.

  Before I can figure out what to say, Gabriel is pulled off of me and then his back is slammed against the wall beside me with a brutal shove.

  “Don’t hurt him!” I yell at Ian.

  The furious man doesn’t even spare me a glance when he replies, too busy wrapping his fingers around Gabriel’s throat. “He wants me to hurt him. That’s why he fucked what’s mine!”

  “Ian, please stop. I’m sorry! We were going to tell you, I swear,” I start to explain.

  “Get the fuck out of here, Quincey!” Ian orders me.

  “Just get dressed and go,” Gabriel says when I don’t move an inch.

  “But…” I start and they both exclaim the same word at the same time. “GO!”

  With shaking hands and trembling legs, I pick up my discarded clothes and quickly dress, not sure if I’m putting my dress and panties on backwards or inside out. All I know is that both men want me to leave, so I’ll leave, even though I don’t want to.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Gabriel

  I honestly don’t know if Ian is going to kill me or fuck me. The only time I’ve ever seen him this angry was the night he got arrested when he knocked out the guy who was fucking me. His face is inches from mine, fingers digging into my throat. He’s not actually squeezing my neck, like he hasn’t made up his mind yet about what he’s going to do to me. The fact that my dick is still hard as a fucking rock just goes to show that I don’t mind his rough treatment. I actually love it, which is why I decide to antagonize him rather than apologize.

  “The next time you eat her pussy I hope it still tastes like my cum. About fucking time you try a little of mine after I’ve swallowed gallons of yours.”

  “Because you fucking love it!” he roars.

  “Yeah, but that’s done and over now, right?” I remind him of his own words while my tongue wets my bottom lip. Of course his deep blue eyes track the movement.

  When his hand slips from my throat to my shoulder, pushing me down to my knees, I want to fucking laugh because he’s breaking his stupid promise. He loves my mouth on his cock as much as I do.

  “What the fuck are you waiting for? Get to work, boy scout,” Ian grumbles.

  Like usual, I have to pull his dick out by tearing open the button and dragging the zipper down on his pants. He would never concede even such a small step after all the times we’ve done this. But when I reach inside his denim and my fingers wrap around his shaft, I find he’s already hard, like I knew he would be.

  Knowing he’s not in the mood to be teased, I stretch my lips around his girth, and he immediately shoves into the back of my throat. Fisting a handful of my hair, Ian fucks my mouth like all the times before, with absolutely no finesse. He’s just a horny, angry man who needs to get off and hates himself for wanting to empty himself in me. I taste his salty flavor right away and know he won’t last long, but I’m not ready for this to be over. It’s a small victory to make Ian go back on his word, and I intend to draw it out. That’s why I reach for his nuts and give them a squeeze to pull his balls down before he comes too fast.

  The last thing I expected was for Ian to take a step back and jerk me to my feet before he finishes. That’s never happened before. I always swallow his release. Always. Once h
e gets started, he doesn’t stop until I take every drop. I don’t have time to ask him what’s going on before he spins me around and presses my face flat against the wall with the tight grip he still has on the top of my hair. My open jeans are suddenly tugged down to my knees. Then, the head of his cock that’s still wet from my mouth is being wedged between my ass cheeks, stretching its way inside of me for the very first time.

  I don’t know if Ian is trying to hurt me or what the hell is going on in his mind, but I’m not going to stop him. What is initially a little uncomfortable for me soon becomes insanely good as he pumps in and out of me a little deeper each stroke until he’s hitting my prostate in the best way.

  Ian’s fingers dig into my hip bones as he pulls them back and holds me in place to slam inside over and over again as my face and chest stay plastered to the wall. “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” he growls from behind me.

  “Yes! Please…don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!” I groan while reaching down to fist my cock, squeezing and jerking off as I get closer and closer to another release. Thank god I fucked Quincey right before so I can make this last. I never want it to end. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone inside me, since the night Ian was arrested. And he’s right. This is what I’ve wanted for years. I would’ve done anything to have him jerk me off my knees during any one of those visitation days to take me. But he never did.

  Now, for the first time, he’s actually giving me something back rather than just taking. I could probably get off with his dick in my mouth, but this? Having him fuck me? It’ll be impossible to not come like a freight train.

  “You don’t fuck anyone without my permission!” Ian warns me, his cock punctuating the end of the demand like an unmistakable exclamation point. “Do you fucking hear me?”

  “Yes,” I agree. Hell, he could tell me to do anything right now and I would, because the way he’s claiming me feels so damn good. All of his anger and jealousy makes it even better. Quincey was right, and I think I love her for it.