“Enough.”
Bob stepped back and let Trixie take a couple of what sounded like painful breaths before saying, “Who the fuck are you talking about?”
Trixie grinned. “Like I said, maybe you should run that background check and figure it out.”
Treat looked at Nike who shrugged. “Call Shay.”
“Yeah, by all means call that whore,” Trixie laughed loudly.
Bob pulled out her phone and made the call. By the end of it, they decided Nike would take Trixie back to Nevada to deal with her there. They would find out what she was talking about. Then they would plan.
By the time they got out into the main room again, all of the Warriors were there along with Bic, who saw them exit the room, and walked to Trixie and punched her twice before Free pulled her away.
“Fucking whore,” Bic snarled.
Trixie just grinned as they dragged her away.
Chapter Eighteen
One week later…
Treat stretched and turned to where her men were sleeping, they had taken her twice more in the middle of the night, it had been amazing, she could feel her muscles ache in the most marvelous way. She twisted slowly and looked at War and Stone. She liked having them near her, when they woke her in the middle of the night it had been so natural, so right.
She slid out the bottom of the bed so she didn’t disturb them and walked into the bathroom. She needed a shower since she was sticky, Treat grinned and started the shower. While she bathed, she thought about the night and wondered if everyone knew what they had been up to, they hadn’t been exactly quiet last night, she could feel the blush on her skin. How was she going to face everyone? Damn her mother was in the house.
Who cared, she thought and finished washing her hair, she wanted to go back to bed, they had worn her out. Maybe when she was done, she could crawl back between them and cuddle. Happy with her plan, she turned off the water and dried off then combed her hair. She looked in the mirror and smiled, so much had happened over the last week. When the guys sat her down and explained what all they had found out about Chet, Lane, everything, she had been pissed they had held so much back from her.
“So do you understand, babe,” Stone asked her when she had just sat there stone still and sure that her mouth hung open.
“Yeah, just a lot to process. My dad beat my real mom, who he wasn’t married to, leaving her in the apartment when he heard the sirens of the approaching cops from someone calling in a disturbance. He takes me with him and I am still just a baby. Hmmm…guess I should be glad he thought of me, he usually leaves everyone behind when he was on the run. Moved from Nevada to Cali, met Lane who helped him get the new identity stuff for himself and me. So Charles became Chet and Spice… Let me just put this out there, who the fuck would name their child Spice. Anyway Spice becomes Brooke, me. Meets the woman I called mom my whole life, married her, had Jilly with her, treated all like shit and gave Jilly to Lane because he owed Lane shit tons of money for helping.
“Then my biological mother is found. A woman who survived the beating but lost her child, heals, meets a man who we now know is the head of the Acciai family in Nevada, marries her, and helps her for years to look for the daughter they never could find.
“Oh and they are heading back to the States to come meet me. But a couple of his men came by and shot my kidnapper and left like they do that everyday. My stepfather, if that is what he is, now wants to back the Lady Riders financially with their endeavor. Does that pretty much wrap it up?”
“Yeah, so you good?” War asked.
Then shit, she couldn’t complain when they took her home and fucked the mad right out of her.
Treat remembered her first meeting with her mother. It had been awkward, especially when the woman was crying and hugging her and she had no idea what she was supposed to feel. For her entire life she hated mother figures, mostly because hers had been weak. But this woman, she had been different.
From the moment she saw her exit the limo she pulled up in, Treat had seen the resemblance. It was almost like looking in a mirror and for once in her life Treat been thankful for her looks. Because now, she didn’t have to look in the mirror and see her father. No, she had someone else to thank for her genes.
“My poor baby,” her mother had cried. “I looked for you, I swear.”
Treat had nodded into her neck and whispered, “I know.”
“He took you from me,” her mother cried.
“I know,” Treat responded.
“I loved you so much, he knew that, he was trying to hurt me by taking you,” she said.
“I know,” Treat had said.
“Come on, cara,” the man who had gotten out of the car behind her mother said soflty. “Let her up for air.”
Her mother had sniffed and stepped back, but not letting go of her arm. Stone and War stood waiting behind her and Treat felt a little awkward.
“I am Marco Acciai, and this is my wife, Christina,” the man said, holding out a hand.
War and Stone stepped forward and introduced themselves while both women gathered themselves together. It had been a tearful day, one that Treat didn’t want to relive, but at least she knew the truth now.
Chet was in the wind, and Marco was searching for him. He agreed with War and Stone they would work together to find him and deal with him. However, nothing so far had turned up about the man, it was like he disappeared just like he had years ago.
Trying to be quiet, she tiptoed back into the bedroom and looked at her still sleeping men, they were amazing. She felt the love burst from her chest as she gently crawled back into the middle and lay down gently then sighed.
Right where she belonged, in the middle of her men. She wanted to wake them in a seductive way, maybe show them a little of what they gave her. With a grin, she turned and faced Stone. His hair was tousled and he looked peaceful. She reached out and touched his cock, which was already hard.
Treat looked over her shoulder and saw War was still sleeping. She pressed her ass back until it was cradled in his waist, and rubbed it around, trying to roust him as well, it wouldn’t be any fun if all of them weren’t involved this morning.
Stone groaned with pleasure as Treat cupped his bulging cock, he reached up and tightening his fingers as he reveled in making her gasp and arch with teasing swipes of his thumbs over her nipples. Not nearly appeased but drunk on making her whimper, Stone showed no mercy as he curled his fingers over her tender tips.
She paused to watch his powerful physique reveal itself yet again as she pulled the sheets down. Damn, he was hot. She then turned to War who lay on the other side, just as naked and grinned. “Two for the price of one.” She laughed when they fell on her like they were ravenous.
Stone took her breasts again and laughed when she arched to him, threw her head back and moaned. Stone turned her head and kissed her passionately while War aroused her body more, taking over where Stone left off.
The hard, puckered points burrowed deeper into War’s twisting, pinching grip as she swayed and panted against him. It wasn’t enough, not with that sweet, little pussy beckoning him with wet kisses every time her hips rolled and bumped into his. Releasing one of her breasts, he slid a hand down over the curve of her waist, tracing the flare of her hips before discovering the softly padded flesh of her ass. War pushed her to move her hips as he sucked on her nipples, he quickly found her already wet pussy and sank two fingers in, making her thrash and moan as he set a fast pace.
Stone reached between them and began kissing her other breast as he pushed a finger through her folds too, and found her peaked clit. He rubbed slowly at first and then finally set the same pace as War.
It was enough to make her gasp and buck. Her motions grew frenzied as her head tipped back, her parted lips releasing mews of both need and pleasure that matched the escalating speed of her body against his. Treat could feel the tension in her body, building toward release.
Grasping her neck in a firm hold, S
tone forced her head back until he could stare down into her heavy-lidded gaze and watch those beautiful features as she came undone in their arms. Both of them watching her expression of sedation.
“That was good,” Stone said. “Now, let’s move on, since you were so good to wake us.”
They switched places, though this time Stone tended to her breasts and War moved lower and flipped her legs over his shoulders and grinned up at her. “I needed breakfast. I want some of that sweet cream.”
Damn, they were sexy, Treat thought, and let her body feel the rush of passion once again overtake her. War bent down and swiped his tongue through her slit and she almost came again, she was still so sensitive. He lapped up her juices until she was writhing again beneath them.
The motion had her keening and tensing as War forced her to ride him right through one climax and into the blooming clouds of another. Incoherent pleas fell all around him, driving Stone’s hunger to taste the sounds slipping from her lips.
Sealing the lush curves of her mouth with his own, he tried to go slowly, to commit the feel and flavor of her kiss to his memory. Treat wouldn’t allow him that little treasure. Too wild to be denied, she locked her lips around his tongue and sucked the control right out of him.
With nothing left but the fiery burn of naked need ruling their actions, Stone repeatedly plundered the sweet, moist depths of her mouth until she jerked and bucked in his arms. The motions mimicked what War was doing down below and she felt the need to come running over her.
War wanted to give it to her, to push her over that edge and watch her completely lose control, to hear her climax, feel it as it flowed into his mouth. His hand spanned over her ass, bouncing her up with his mouth faster and faster until she tore her mouth away from Stone to pant out moans of her escalating pleasure.
Her arms twined around Stone’s shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles. She clung to him even as her hips lifted under War’s prodding, leaving Stone’s hand just enough room to slide along the seam of her ass and discover her hot desire as War leaned back and grinned not letting her go, instead holding her open for Stone
“Your pussy is so soft, so hot, so wet. It begs for my touch,” Stone whispered to her.
Stone slid his finger upward, through the thick river of her cream to the opening from which it wept. At just the brush of his fingertip, he felt the tiny opening contract and gasp in a silent plea to be filled. He answered the plea with a deep thrust of three fingers, deep into her clenching sheath.
Then she fell over the edge, screamed her release, and sank back to the bed. Stone and War looked at each other and smiled.
“You are amazing, babe,” War said.
For a second, Treat thought she might actually crumble to the floor. The hard male body she’d been leaning against shifted.
Clenched on the second overwhelming wave of pleasure, Treat’s world split wide as a scream shot from the depths of her very soul at the feel of a soft tongue licking straight up her slit.
“Mine,” War growled and they switched places again.
The word growled out against her tender folds, tickling her swollen flesh with its barely human sound.
Lured by the slow, sensual discovery of her pussy, her head rolled across the hard bone of a man’s shoulder. When her forehead bumped into a rigid jawline, her eyes fluttered open. She was trapped, pinned between two men, and completely at their mercy. Treat knew they’d have none. Silently, she rejoiced in that fact, eagerly rousing to the primitive need for her men.
Her desperation whimpered out of her as War lifted his hands to capture her breasts in his rough grip. The slow, sultry dance of their lips turned her body to jelly, with his intimate kiss becoming ravaged and desperate with a mere pinching tug on her breasts at the same moment the hard edge of her other man’s teeth scraped over her clit.
The tiny assaults electrified her, making her jerk out of rhythm. The two large, callus-tipped hands on her breasts jerked her back into the solid warmth of her man’s strength, while War’s kiss disintegrated from a sweet exploration to a ravenous devouring.
Relentlessly, Stone toyed with her clit, licking, nibbling, and sucking on the little bundle of nerves until she cried out, blindly fighting the hold of the man behind her as her body erupted into wracking shudders. She could hear the incoherent words tumbling out of her lips as she tried to beg, plead, to say anything that would bring the moment to a head and release her from the bone-crushing tension spiraling out of her womb.
“I’m going to own your body, your soul, and this pussy will call me master forever after,” Stone growled out that pledge, taking possession of her weeping folds with his hand.
Sliding his palm around the voluptuous curve of her ass, he sent his fingers down to discover the already lubricated entrance to her backside from her own juices.
“Please,” Treat shuddered, convulsing with her need. Stone could feel every one of her tight muscles trembling under the strain as she clawed at War, constantly begging for more.
“More what?” War growled against her ear, making her cry out in denial as his hand abandoned her ass, and turned her so her back was against him.
“No. No, don’t stop!”
Heedless of her plea, War ground his erection along the sweet trail that divided them. “You sure this isn’t what you want?”
“Oh, God, yes,” Treat panted. Her muscles tensed, clamping down until her ass clung to his hard length in a tempting offer.
“Then that’s what you’ll have,” War vowed. “I’ll feed you every inch of me until you’re so packed full of cock you don’t know where we end and you begin.”
“Yes,” Treat whispered back with such strained hope that Stone actually found a smile.
“You know how much we love you, right?” Stone whispered into her ear, as he drew up the other side of her.
“God yes, I love you, too, both of you, stop teasing me,” Treat whimpered, twining her fingers in Stone’s hair to tug on his head. “Kiss me again.”
“We will give you all that you want. We just have to ask one question… War and I were wondering if you want to make this permanent?” Stone asked.
She held him breathless for a long pause before her answer slipped out, a barely there sound. “Yes,” she said, not really comprehending what they were asking.
The second the word fell from her lips, ripped from the heat and hardness that kept her caged, Treat swayed between the two sets of hands that had settled on her hips, both men moved around the bed until they were situated—Stone below her and War behind. Their fingers bit painfully into her flesh, holding her up as she swayed and cried out at the indecent decadence they forced on her.
Her men, though, weighted her down, anchoring her to reality, where she drifted downward instead of up. Pulled by gravity and directed by strong, callused hands, Treat felt herself sinking directly onto the harder, thick shaft of a cock.
Her thighs shifted, instinctively making room for the hard cock that brushed over her pussy. It pressed against her clit, sending a shower of almost painful sparks of pleasure through her pussy. Treat didn’t know if she could endure anymore, but she knew she couldn’t deny her body’s thirst to be owned by them.
With a little push and a sigh, she caved, melting down over him until she’d collapsed against his chest. The slow motion settled the hard cock, stretching her wide that tiny bit further into her pussy, making her moan at the warmth spreading out of her.
The sizzling tingles buzzing out of her pussy were driving her crazy, and her hips rolled, flexed, chasing after each mind-blowing rivulet as she rolled the heated cock filling her over the ultrasensitive walls of her pussy.
A second set of hands palming her backside made her gasp in anticipation. Treat’s eyes fluttered open as her mouth went slack. For a moment, every single one of her inhibitions raced through her, tensing her body with fear for the first time instead of pleasure.
Treat couldn’t help the heavy pants that started to ro
ll from her body as she rocked her hips, loving the wicked feeling of a cock grinding against her pussy with a finger rubbing her back entrance. All that friction sent delightful swells of bliss rolling up her spine.
The thick, hard cock that replaced the finger pressed against the tight ring of muscles and finally pushed through. In that blinding second, she forgot all about anything but trying to breathe as the pressure of taking in two cocks at once almost overwhelmed her.
Then they shifted, rubbing against each other and trapping the thin wall that separated them in a grinding motion sending a fireball of pleasure ricocheting through Treat. Gasping out a deep-throated pant, she jerked under the exhilarating blast. Her whole body pulsed with it, tensing, then relaxing, and letting that one delicious inch of cock slip back until her ass felt on fire with the pressure of his cock head stretching her open again.
Her men were going to do this their way, at their speed, and in that moment, it felt like an injustice to Treat. She’d given them her pledge, given them her body, and all they did was take care of her.
The woman wanted to rile at them, demand that they stop tormenting her with this slow, teasing penetration, but they wouldn’t allow it. With one single thrust, the cock behind her impaled her ass with its full length and sent a lance of pained ecstasy searing up her spine. Treat arched under the impact, releasing a howl at bearing the pressure of two fully engorged cocks filling her body.
“Oh, God, baby. So damn tight.”
Too damn tight, Treat was sure she’d burst with even the slightest amount of motion. That didn’t stop her body from shifting with a feral need to test the limits of this pleasure. The small motion unleashed a rolling cluster of sparkling bubbles that boiled up her spine, popping all the way and releasing waves of rapture that rushed back down toward her pelvis and had her jerking anew.
“Hold still, baby,” War grounded out.
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