Treats Aren't Always Sweet

by Harley McRide

  Treat found her motions stopped short by a rough set of hands clamping down on her hips to enforce his demand. Letting her hips go lax, she fooled him into loosening his hold. With a quick twist and pull, she found the freedom to chase after those euphoric little detonations. The man behind her growled. This time his arm fastened around her waist.

  “Dammit, woman, be still. I’m trying to be considerate here,” War said.

  “That must be quite difficult for you.” Treat dared him with one look.

  “You don’t know the half of it. If you don’t stop wiggling,” the arm tightened around her stomach, “you aren’t going to be able to sit for a week.”

  For a moment, she thought she had gained an advantage when his arm slipped. A second later a warm palm was fitting between the top of her mound and the pelvis pressing into it. One lone, callused fingertip wormed its way down to cover her clit.

  Oh, God.

  Treat collapsed against the man’s chest in total submission as he began to rub her sensitive little bud around. Quivers turned to ripples and wound into sharp lashes of pleasure as her body began to tremble and writhe beneath the onslaught.

  Her hips shifted, lifting fractions off the cock filling her from behind only to grind the cock in her pussy that little distance deeper. Small as the motion was, it set off a magnificent shower of pleasure that spider-webbed across her body with a greedy demand for more.

  An inch this time, but not nearly enough. She chased the need filling her every motion, driving her to thrust and buck between the two men. They grunted under her motions, finally releasing her to chase the frantic rhythm set by one lone finger circling her clit. Then it snapped out of existence and sent her spiraling further in an uncharted rampage.

  He slammed his hips upward, meeting her downward glide with a savage thrust that embedded him hard and deep into her. The motion snapped the leash holding in her last climactic detonation. They boomed one right after another, gaining in speed and intensity as the men began to actively fuck her back as she bucked between them.

  With a sonic boom, Treat shot right out of her own body. She could hear the shattered fragments of reality tinkling down around her, as she burned past—past the bright, colorful world into the soothing abyss of space, she sank into the blackness with a sigh.

  Stone slapped Treat’s ass and laughed. “Time to get up.”

  “Huh?” she muttered into the pillow.

  “Babe, your first day at work, get your ass outta bed. Boony is in the kitchen with your mom, Jilly and Buddy.” War laughed.

  “WHAT?” Treat said and flew out of bed. “You left my mother with Boony?”

  The men laughed. “Yeah, he is fine.”

  Treat rolled her eyes, grabbed her jeans, and stood up. “Whatever.”

  “Wait,” Stone said and grabbed her arm. “We gotta talk for a second.”

  “About what?” Treat said, wanting to get to her mother.

  “What you said this morning,” War said from behind her.

  “This morning?” Treat asked distractedly.

  “About making this permanent,” Stone reminded her and she grinned.

  “Well duh, I am your old lady now, right?” Treat said.

  “We are making it official though,” War whispered and she felt something slide over her arm and she looked down. It was her vest. She lifted it and looked on the back. ‘Property of War and Stone’ was patched on there. Shit, she thought as the tears gathered in her eyes and she looked up.

  “You are stuck with us, baby,” War whispered and Stone grinned.

  “Yeah, we have an appointment for your tat, Kink is staying for a few days to do it. He traveled back with Nike last night.”

  Treat rolled her eyes and whispered, “I love you.”

  Their answer was to kiss her.

  Epilogue

  Nike looked around the office. Everything was coming together, after being gone for a week a lot had been done. It was her first day on the job and she was excited. Hopefully Treat and her men were going to come in today, she had not had a chance to talk to her last night since they had arrived so late. She grinned to herself, yeah the woman was getting her tat today. That should be fun to watch, they were doing it here in the med room, Treat loved tats, but her men didn’t know, she was a total pussy when it came to the needle. Cried every damn time. Kink usually wanted to tranq her, it was always entertaining when Treat got a tat. Hell Shay and the others wanted her to video it and send it to them for fun.

  Bob and Nike were staying put here for now, Shady asked them to help cover the new setup, and truthfully, they didn’t care, it was a vacation for them. They were dealing with Trixie, so far, the bitch had given them no information. They had run her prints but nothing popped. So now they were digging, Data was helping, they should have some information soon.

  Nike was on phone duty today. Bic and Treat had broken the work up into different areas so everyone would have a chance to get to know each section, that was in the note on the desk at least.

  Nike began to wander through the house, there was the office, where Boony worked, which Bob was currently covering. She paused and talked to her friend for a second, but moved on when Boony walked in covered in only a towel around his waist. That was entertainment at its finest. Then there was the clinic which Boo was commanding, although, they each needed to be trained in basic first aid. The phones were the hotlines they set up, it was how women could get in touch with them, the numbers had been printed on cards and slipped into appropriate women’s hands by different people they now had contact with. Including several workers in Social Services, which knew that sometimes that the law wasn’t on the victim’s side. Then there were the interview rooms, where they would talk to the women individually to determine if they could help and what exactly the women were asking for. Finally, the houses, whoever was tasked to that made sure everything was stocked.

  She was putting the desk in order when the first call came in, and it was one Nike wasn’t prepared for.

  “Hello,” she said in the receiver.

  “My mommy’s not moving,” a tiny little voice said.

  Shit, it was a child? “What is your name?”

  “My mommy’s not moving, she was crying so hard, she said to push one on the phone and tell them to come here. So can you come?” the girl said.

  “Honey, what is your name?” Nike whispered, stood, walked to the hallway, and snapped her fingers to Boony who was playing on the computer. When he looked up, she mouthed to him, “Trace.” He nodded and Bob stood, came to her side, and listened.

  “Honey, where is your mommy?” Nike said.

  “In bed,” the girl sighed. “Are you coming?”

  “Yeah, baby, we are coming,” Nike replied.

  “Okay,” the girl said.

  Boony held up a piece of paper and Nike said to the girl. “My friend is gonna talk to you while I come to you, okay? His name is Boony.”

  “Okay,” the girl said.

  Boony looked panicked but he took the phone and talked softly to the little girl.

  “Grab Match, we gotta roll,” Nike said and Bob nodded.

  Shit, it was a kid, she shouldn’t have to deal with this shit, Nike thought as she ran to her bike.

  As she mounted, Treat, War, Stone, and a limo pulled up to the curb. She didn’t have time to explain, so she just waved at them to follow her. Damn, they were going to need all the help they could get with a kid and a mother in unknown condition.

  Her eyes hit the two people getting out from the limo and she froze, what the fuck?

  “Mom…Dad…what the fuck are you doing here?” Nike yelled.

  Treat had a weird look on her face when she turned to look from Nike to her mother and father.

  “Shit, never mind, wait inside in the office. I will be back, we can sort this out later. We gotta get moving, a child called the hotline,” Nike yelled and she gunned the engine and took off.

  THE END

  Excerpt fro
m Highway to Heaven

  Devil Savages MC book three

  By Harley McRide

  The air had an eerie chill to it that trickled up Heaven’s spine as she scooted closer to Raven despite her attempts to keep as much distance as she could between them. When they’d rode out, she’d been forced to choose between Shark and Raven to ride with instead of Colt or Gage. She really didn’t know the Ops guys well, but Raven was one she didn’t think she wanted to know. The man flat out scared her. He was about six foot three, two fifty, and had dark hair that matched his dark, penetrating eyes. He had a bit of a beard that looked so good it should be illegal. Between the anticipation of their ride and the toxic vibe that wrapped around her like a cocoon, she scooted closer to defeat the shiver that threatened.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t reek of pure unadulterated sexiness, because the man had the exotic beauty of a Greek god. Combined with his high cheekbones and bronzed skin and the way he carried himself a mysteriousness surrounded him like she’d ever seen. It was enough to make the ride an agonizing hell, if not for the dangerousness that radiated off him. Now sitting with her chest pressed against his back, she could feel it washing off him and added to the chill that shot through her. Yet, it warmed her in ways she didn’t want to think about.

  The convoy stopped about ten miles shy of the Mexican border and dismounted, taking a few minutes to stretch and prepare for the last leg of the ride. If all went well, the border patrol wouldn’t give them any grief and find their arsenal of weapons they were carrying. If not, they had a hell of a fight to look forward to. All of them knew what they were signing up for when they volunteered for the trip, and prison time wasn’t something any of them wanted. Yet, if that was their fate, so be it. There were innocent lives at stake and it would be just a small price to pay to free the girls being sold and used as sex slaves or God knew what else.

  Raven pulled the bike up next to Tonto, which surprised her. The Ops and Savages had bonded and truly joined together without segregation, letting the past beef be buried and forgotten. With the joining chapters for each club, it made them impenetrable. Still, there was an inkling of rivalry with some of the guys that had yet to be dissipated, and some of the bitches didn’t take kindly to other bitches rubbing up on their guys—Heaven being one of them.

  He killed the motor and turned to her, waiting for her to dismount. It took a minute to realize she still had both arms wrapped tightly around his chest before she yanked back so fast her balance teetered. His huge paw came down on Heaven’s thigh to steady her, those piercing dark eyes of his shining with amusement. She turned to get off, his hand catching her wrist in mid swing, which caused her to fall against him. She let out a loud ‘umph’, trying her damnedest not to make eye contact and let him see the embarrassment washing over her features.

  “You okay?” The sincerity and concern shocked the hell out of her. Raven was anything but chivalrous, let alone cordial. His badass attitude wasn’t a show, or even something he’d developed from a hard life. He’d been born with it. Heaven didn’t answer, which might not have been the best of decision she’d made lately. His other hand came up and tipped her chin, forcing her to look at him. Mixed emotions shot through her. Before he saw it and thought her weak, she jerked away and huffed.

  “I’m fine.” She pushed off him with a little more force than necessary and feared she’d toss him off balance given he hadn’t put the kick stand down yet, but it didn’t faze him in the least. What she did see was a huge shit eating grin flash at her that was strong enough her belly did a little flip-flop and made it hard to remember how long she’d been waiting for Colt and Gage to notice her as something more than just one of the Bitches. When she spotted Sahara—and one of the Ops Warriors—chatting it up, that little sting of jealousy reared its head and she saw red.

  It didn’t help that Sahara had legs that went on for miles or long bleach blond hair—that changed color with the day of the week—or that despite her stripping career for the Ops club, she reeked class and sophistication. Next to her, Heaven felt like a little church mouse. Dressed in leathers with her huge tits pouring out the top of her jacket, Sahara looked straight off a photo shoot for a Harley Davidson centerfold.

  Neither Colt nor Gage noticed her walk up. “We’ll see if you can work those legs around more than a stripper pole,” Gage laughed. She batted her fake eyelashes over dramatically, making Heaven want to vomit.

  Excerpt from Shady

  Ops Warriors MC Book Three

  By Harley McRide

  “They've been playing us for a while,” Fork muttered. “The corridor for smuggling is good but not that fucking good. Why put all your eggs in a basket and hope we don’t find out shit?”

  “Dude isn’t stupid, the older Reyes, we can’t fucking find hide nor hair of the bastard, or his wife. Not making me feel good here,” Creed said.

  “Not to point out the obvious but seriously, has anyone actually found out who Shady’s father is?” Cajun asked and everyone in the room froze.

  “What do you mean?” Fork asked.

  “Well, Reyes is for some reason all hot and bothered about Shay, and even though they are fucking crazy, none of this makes much sense. They want her for something other than what we are seeing,” Cajun said slowly. “That is the only thing that she has never talked about. Does she know?”

  Creed was silent and thought for a few seconds, “She has never mentioned it.”

  “We will go and talk to her. Before all this shit hits the fan, we need to know what is going on. Now, they said you have a plan for Lola?” Slider said.

  “Yeah, tomorrow she is supposed to be getting her hair done,” Creed snorted.

  “Maybe she will be able to share some information about what is behind all this,” Cajun said.

  “Yeah, but we need to be ready if Reyes discovers we have Lola, he may move shit up, so we need to be prepared. There is little contact with him, so it may not be noticed for a while that Lola is gone. The men at the house ignore her, this could work in our benefit if we can maybe get the Savages to help us, give them false information or something,” Fork added.

  “I’ll call Tonto,” Creed said and turned then paused and looked over his shoulder. “You two get things sorted with Shay?”

  Cajun snorted and shook his head. “Well, depends on how you look at it. We told her the way it was gonna be. She wasn’t real receptive.”

  Creed grinned. “Receptive?”

  “In other words, they got shot down,” Poke laughed.

  “You could look at it that way.” Cajun laughed and then smiled. “Or you could look at it like she is trying to make us work for it. That is what I am going with. We plan to make sure tonight she understands what it means when we say we are claiming her.”

  The men laughed and Fork shook his head. “Please, for the love of God, do not piss her off.”

  Slider laughed, “That is the best part of Shay, when she is pissed. Angry sex is fun sex.”

  “Yeah, tell me that in the morning when she decides to show you her new move she has been researching,” Fork said dryly. “Didn’t understand why she asked me about it a few months ago, now I do. Forgot it until I had to borrow her computer today. Pulled up her browser and damned if she wasn’t making sure she knew how to hurt a guy.”

  “What are you talking about?” Slider frowned.

  “Take a look, we all did. Trust me, you will sleep with one eye open,” Creed said and shivered. “Gonna make sure she hasn’t shown Harmony how to fucking do it or I am sleeping with a fucking cock cup on.”

  Slider frowned and went to Shady’s computer and opened up the browser. Cajun was standing behind him and both men sucked in their breaths when they saw what the fuck she was looking up.

  “No fucking way!” Slider whispered, his face turning a little pale. Cajun burst out laughing and then leaned over and scrolled down her browsing history.

  “Damn, man,” Cajun chuckled. “We may need to have a talk with her
about appropriate releases of anger.”

  “You think?” Slider yelled.

  Excerpt from Her Wild Riders

  By Rayne O’Gara

  “What’s going on here, Onyx?” Steel asks from next to me.

  Her eyes go wide at our new player standing side by side with me. A new flush has me glance at Steel for his reaction of her. We could have her tonight if he’s interested. His own slow glide over her body has his hands clench slightly into balled fists. I chuckle silently. Yeah. That’s what I thought. Looks like the bunny will be getting lucky tonight. Doubly.

  We like the same body type and hers is a prime example. Plus her attitude is just fuel to the fire and I’m ready to take her down. Hell, in private or right out here in front of everyone makes no matter to me, but Steel is a little more private than that. Either one on one or me and Steel together, but we are both fucking her tonight. I know that look in my friend’s eyes.

  “I’m thinkin’ this pretty little bunny didn’t like what Jackal was offering her, Boss,” I say finally, answering his question.

  “Is that right, little bunny? Didn’t like his goods?” Steel asks with a smirk on his lips.

  Her eyes dart between the both of us before I see the steel flow through her again. “No. I didn’t like his goods or anything else that was coming from him. Neither did my friends,” she answers and adds a little chin uppity move.

  “Careful, man. From what I overheard, she has claws,” I say to Steel. His smirk grows and his arms mimic mine across his chest.

  “Yeah, I do have claws. And I bite too,” she snarks out, showing some of her temper has returned.

  I uncross my arms, slide one hand down over my crotch and wink at her when I grab a handful of my junk. “Not a deterrent there, baby cakes. Just made me harder. You use teeth and I will too.” I laugh at her mixed expression of horror and arousal.