by Ella Goode
She laughs. “Rapunzel, your handsome princes are here. Why would you want to escape?”
“I don’t think the princes want me here anymore.”
“Ah,” she says and runs a soft, comforting hand down my hair. “They’re afraid of losing you and they’re real angry. Judge isn’t allowing them near your dad these days and they’re itching to get revenge.”
“Is he still out on parole?”
“Yes. How do you feel about that?”
“Really mixed up,” I admit. It’s hard to bury twenty-three years of love for one’s father even after he beat me senseless. Some screwed up part of me thinks it’s my fault, that I caused him to lose his temper again. But I don’t ever want to see him again and I think he should be punished in some way. I just don’t know what’s right anymore. My world’s been shaken like a snow globe. Pieces of my life are falling around me and I don’t know which ones I should be gathering and putting back together.
“Be patient,” she advises. “Both with yourself and with the boys.”
It’s easy advice to parcel out but a lot harder to implement. I decide to lie down on the floor and stretch my back. It itches and aches and is generally uncomfortable. Pippa showed me a couple of easy yoga moves to help ease my aches—both in my mind and my body.
“Whatever you’re doing, I like it,” Easy says from the doorway.
I look between my legs. “It’s a downward dog yoga position.”
“Perfect name,” he smirks. I drop down to my knees and roll onto my butt.
“Didn’t know you were still interested,” I grumble. In his hands he’s holding a helmet. It’s just like my old one which is currently in the evidence room at the county jail. I’m not even going to make a guess at what it means because I don’t want to get disappointed.
“Baby, if I was any more interested my dick would fall off. Now get off that sweet ass and come for a ride.”
I press my lips together but I can’t stay mad in the face of Easy’s smile. “Yes. God yes.”
He folds me in his embrace and every hurt I have disappears. I raise my face to his and he plants a deep, wet kiss on my lips. When he breaks away, I’m tipsy from his love and he has to grab my shoulders to steady me.
“Come on. Don’t keep your other man waiting,” he says with a grin.
I slide my hand into his and walk down the two flights of stairs, my heart full but light with joy.
Michigan’s waiting by the bikes in the courtyard in front of the granary. He holds out a leather jacket with one hand and I gasp at the rockers sewn on the top and bottom of the back. Property of the top rocker reads. Death Lords MC curves up from the bottom to frame the flaming skull design.
Then he pulls out two leather cuffs from his back pocket. No one says anything. No one has to. These are my claiming bracelets. It was only a few weeks ago that Easy laid his on the counter at the Brew Ha Ha offering me what I would later learn was a new life. I’ve felt naked without them. Wordlessly I hold out my arms and Easy comes forward to slide the bracelets over my wrists.
“We’re claiming you, Annie Bloom.”
After the bracelets are fastened, Michigan helps me slip into the leather jacket. It fits perfectly, snug around my breasts, nipped in at the waist and ending right at the top of my hips. With exquisite tenderness, Michigan leans down and gives me a long, toe-curling kiss. He breaks away and I glimpse his wonder and happiness before Easy plants his lips on mine. We kiss equally long and they have me so discombobulated that I don’t even realize that the front barn doors of the granary are open and the other members of the Death Lords are standing inside clapping and hooting for us.
Michigan raises my hand in the air and repeats Easy’s earlier vow. “We’re claiming Annie Bloom.”
Happily I climb onto Michigan’s bike and we roar out, the throaty growl of the bikes drowning out the celebratory cheers of the men behind us.
“I could walk faster that this bike is moving,” I yell into his ear as Michigan motors slowly down the road.
“You’re pretty mouthy,” he calls back.
“Being quiet never got me anywhere.”
He grunts. When we get to the house, there’s a big green dumpster in the driveway. Some kind of construction is going on.
Michigan cuts the engine and I slide off. Easy takes up one hand and Michigan the other and together they lead me to the rear of the house. The entire left side of the house is completely open and there’s a cement slab running perpendicular to the end. Two-by-four walls are bolted to the slab.
“What’re you doing?”
“Adding on.” Easy’s grinning like a kid at Christmas. “Figured we would need a bigger bedroom for all three of us. We knocked down the wall to Michigan’s bedroom and we’re building this addition. It’ll be our suite with an attached bathroom. We’re putting in a nice big shower and bathtub so we can take care of our girl right.”
They walk me through it. The addition makes the house an L shape. In the middle will be a patio and there are sliders that will open onto the patio from both the kitchen and the bedroom. Inside the bedroom there will be high transom windows so light can come in but prying eyes will be kept out.
“There’ll be a place here for you to read and then the bed,” Easy points out. “Along the wall opposite the bed we’ll have a long bookcase.”
“For books?” I tease.
“And a television,” Michigan admits sheepishly.
“We’re getting a custom-made bed so we’ve got plenty of room for all of us. Over here is your walk-in closet and Michigan and I will share the opposite one. We don’t got a lot of shit.”
“I don’t have a lot of…shit, either.”
They exchange grins at my unpracticed cursing.
“You will when we’re done with you,” Easy boasts.
Inside they show me the shower space. “It’s seven feet long and four feet wide. The bathtub is just as big.”
“Fits four,” Michigan says. “Or three really active people.” Then he winks at me. My heart is near bursting with happiness.
When the roof goes up and the walls are together I make us move back in. I’d rather be in our own house than at the club. Easy puts two mattresses on the living room floor. It fills up the entire space but it’s better than nothing.
I finally convince them to make love to me.
Easy lies on his back and Michigan is behind me. They are as tender and gentle with me as if I was a newborn kitten. They do all the work and I just lie there between them, a happy Annie. The lucky inside part of a hot man meat sandwich.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I chant as they thrust into me, filling me up with lust and love and ecstasy.
“Love you too, baby,” Easy groans against my chest.
“Always and forever, sweetheart.” Michigan’s voice is hot on my neck.
After almost three weeks of no sex, it doesn’t take long for me to come all over them. Always and forever. Best words I’ve ever heard.
Their Lasting Claim
AND BABY MAKES...FOUR?
Pregnancy should be a joyous event, especially for former pastor's daughter Annie Bloom. She's found the love of her life with not one man, but two. Michigan and Easy, the two Death Lords Enforcers, have claimed Annie as their own. But not everything is simple in a relationship and happy ever after must be fought for.
When Annie’s father is released on bail and Annie’s estranged mother appears out of the blue, the threesome’s fragile bonds are tested. Annie, Easy, and Michigan will have to fight old dangers and new to keep their family from falling apart.
Chapter Twenty-One
Michigan
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Easy half shouts, half whispers. His hair is sticking up in a dozen different directions and he looks bleary eyed, like he spent half the night downing shots. But that tired, sated look comes from a long bout of fucking and not from a bottle.
I shake my head because he should kn
ow where I’m going. Hell, he should be on his bike, wearing his leathers and going with me. We’d get this task done—in and out—in under two minutes.
“You know where I’m going.”
He sticks his hand into his hair but his fingers get stuck because Annie, our girl, messed it up good a few hours ago. My cock swells in my pants as I think about her—and us—fucking like animals in our new bedroom.
Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. Paint had finally dried on the new drywall and the renovations we’d started when Annie was in the hospital were completed. We’d thrown the mattress on the floor and started rutting before anyone’s clothes were fully off. That’s normal for us, though. We’re all so goddamned hungry for each other that we can’t be bothered with taking off shirts or pants. It’d be great if Annie just walked around the house naked. That way we could have her whenever we wanted and not worry about flipping up her skirts or peeling down her jeans.
“You talk to Annie about this?”
I gape at him. Is he insane? I’m not talking to my girl about the fact that I’m going to kill her dad.
“So that’s a no.” Easy sighs, reading my incredulous expression. “I want to off this guy as much as you do but we’ve got two concerns here. First one is Annie and how she’s going to feel about this, and second is the club. We can’t have blowback on the club.”
“This man beat Annie until she was unconscious and stuck her in his cellar to die,” I seethe. Annie’s dad might have been a preacher, but he’d have to take up his righteousness with the man upstairs. In my book, he was more evil than Satan himself.
My mom was a drug addict and the sperm donor wasn’t much better. I’d been a ward of the state until I was eighteen but I’d never been treated like Annie.
Yeah, I have whip marks on my back from when another preacher decided I shouldn’t be touching the skin of his precious daughter, but I’d have suffered that a hundred fold than to have Annie be subject to even the smallest abuse.
“He’s gonna die at our hands,” Easy assures me. “But we got to do it the right way. You go over there tonight, the first night that he’s out on bail, and everyone’s looking to us. You think Annie’s going to enjoy fucking us during once-a-year conjugal visits? Fuck, we get sent up to federal prison and we won’t be touching Annie again until we get out. And who’s going to let two one percenters out early after we off a preacher?”
I glare at Easy because he’s making too much sense. I want revenge, yeah, but I also want to be sliding deep into Annie’s sopping folds every fucking night too.
“Fuck,” I curse. The one word doesn’t fully express my impotent rage. I swing my leg over the bike’s saddle and throw my helmet into the garage wall. It hits and makes a satisfying cracking sound. It’s the sound I want to hear when I slam Pastor Bloom’s head into the cement sidewalk. I find a couple of loose boards and strike them against the floor of the garage. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I spit through clenched teeth trying to keep my voice down so I don’t wake Annie up.
“What’s wrong?” A soft voice says from behind Easy.
I straighten and toss the board aside. With a great deal of effort, I manage a smile. “Nothing, sweetheart.”
“Is that supposed to be a smile on your face?” Annie’s eyebrows are near her hairline. She has a sheet wrapped around her body and I can tell she’s got nothing on underneath. My rage starts to burn into something else. “Because it looks like the face a baby makes when it’s trying to poop.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Easy snorts and throws an arm around Annie’s shoulders to turn her back inside. “Michigan’s just having a tantrum over something so you’re probably not far off the mark.”
“What’s going on?” She looks over her shoulder at me and I can tell she doesn’t believe a word of Easy’s bullshit. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing. It’s about Father, right?”
“Come on, let’s go inside.” Easy pulls her in and leaves me standing in the garage surrounded by the faint smell of cigarette smoke, gasoline and burnt plans. He turns over his shoulder and gives me a long look that directs me to get my act together.
“Don’t try to pacify me,” I hear her say to Easy as he leads her down the hall. The long sheet trails behind them and the light of the kitchen highlights her slender body underneath the sheet.
Easy says he wants to mete out punishment as much as I do, but I don’t believe that’s true. Easy’s has a good life and a loving family. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel this kind of betrayal.
I want to make it right for us and there’s no way that things can be right while Annie’s abuser walks and breathes.
But tonight I’m not getting anything done. I know it so I take a moment to calm myself before following the two people I care most about inside.
Annie’s sitting at the kitchen table and Easy’s working the microwave. He appears to be heating up some water for Annie.
I take the seat next to Annie and pull her onto my lap. Diving into her hair, I press my nose against the crook of her neck and breathe in her scent. It’s warm and sultry. We worked her hard tonight and she sweated some. My tongue darts out to taste the skin, just a little lick. But one licks not enough when it comes to Annie. Beneath her ass, my cock hardens and I shift her slightly back so she’s resting her entire weight on it.
She squirms, ass cheeks tightening when she feels the rigid length of my growing erection against those soft cheeks. I take a deep breath and then another, and the thoughts of revenge and killing and her father are replaced with the desire to shove my dick into her pussy while I’m clutching her long hair in a fist.
“How tired are you?” I murmur into the curve of her neck.
Her hands scrub over my short hair and then dig deep into my shoulders. “Never too tired for you.” She tilts her head back and I feel Easy’s big body near. “Or you either.”
Above me, they kiss, one of Annie’s arms leaving me to presumably wrap around Easy’s neck. I see his one hand brace against the table and then my attention is diverted.
I push the cotton sheet off her shoulders, pulling it down so that it catches on her hard nipples. She gasps and then moans.
“Are you getting wet for us, sweetheart? Open up and let me see.” On my lap, her ass shifts and tightens as she anticipates what’s coming next. Her legs fall open obediently and I slide my fingers along her strong, slim thigh into the short curls of her trimmed bush. One of these days, I’m going to shave her bare. Her cunt clenches around me as I shove two fingers hard inside her.
“How wet is she?” Easy asks, his voice is lowered, hoarse with his own need. It doesn’t matter that we both fucked her until we were sore and tired just hours ago. Neither of us can get enough of Annie and by the way she’s drenching my fingers, it’s clear she’s in the same state.
“Sopping. She’s sopping wet, aren’t you, sweetheart.”
“God, yes.” I cup her ass in my palms and lift her onto the table. Easy presses her down and climbs on top of the old oak structure. Easy’s grandma gave this to him when we moved in. I bet she had no idea what we’d use it for.
“Open your mouth, Little Red. You need to suck my cock while Michigan takes care of your pussy.”
I don’t hear her response. She probably can’t make one because she’s got cock in her mouth, but Easy’s grunting his pleasure. “That’s right, baby. Take it all in. Open your throat up good.”
Annie was a virgin when she met us but she took to sucking cock like a pro and now she can swallow us whole. There’s no real comparison to how good it feels to fuck a girl’s mouth with abandon, knowing she can take you so deep that you come straight down her throat.
But then there’s also nothing better than being nose deep up your woman’s fucking sweet pussy. I dive in, scissoring my fingers inside her channel. I suck on her pussy lips and give her tiny clit a rough and thorough tongue lashing. She bucks under my tongue and mouth and I’m forced to wrap a hard arm around
her hips to pin her to the table. She comes, a stream of juices flooding my mouth.
While she’s still spasming, I stand abruptly, grabbing my heavy cock and thrusting it inside her. I can feel her walls close around me, gripping me tight as I start shafting her hard enough that the table shakes beneath us.
“Oh Michigan. Oh God,” I hear her scream. It’s just one long orgasm now. I plunge into her, slapping her clit just enough to make her shout again. Her inner walls clamp down hard as the waves of her orgasms overtake her. Easy climbs off and take his cock, wet from her mouth, and spurts his come all over her chest. I close it all out as I finish inside her, shuttering my eyes and throwing my head back to savor the intense, ball busting, cock shuddering pleasure she wrings from me.
“Goddamn,” I half groan, half laugh. We both moan as I ease out of her. My still hard cock chafes her tender tissues. A hot, wet thing slaps my chest and I look down to see a washrag that Easy must have gotten.
I peel it off and press it against her swollen, well used pussy. “You okay, sweetheart?” I ask.
She lolls her head to the side and squints at me. “I’m tired. One of you is going to have to carry me to bed.”
“Want a soak before?”
She looks at the clock in the kitchen. “It’s two in the morning? No, I’m too tired for that. Take me to bed.”
She doesn’t have to ask again. Easy sweeps her up and I grab the sheet abandoned on the floor. Whatever issues we got, can be sorted out in the morning. For now, I gotta take care of our girl.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Easy
If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
Last night I had to talk Michigan down from killing Annie’s father and getting sent away for life imprisonment. This morning I have to convince Annie that she should go to a doctor. She’s not having any of it. The last time she was in the hospital it was because her old man put her there.