Theirs to Protect: A Rough MC Romance

by Piper Stone

  He was taking his portion of the sweet cherry pie.

  I moved closer, allowing me to see her pretty pink pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. The rush of adrenaline mixing with my savage desire riled the carnivore deep within, a dangerous combination.

  Dylan rubbed his hand across her bottom, taking an exaggerated deep breath. “You know, I think she’s enjoying this. In fact, I’d have to say she was wet as a fresh rain shower in the springtime.” When he brushed his finger down the crack of her ass, sliding the tip past her swollen folds, she moaned several times, undulating her hips across his lap.

  “Damn wet and hot,” Dylan half whispered as he pumped his finger inside her wetness.

  “Don’t spoil the delicious fruit,” Wade warned, prompting a harsh look from Dylan. “She still needs to learn her lesson.”

  Dylan cracked his open palm down several more times before easing her off his lap, holding both her arms. She looked so forlorn, but I’d witnessed the glint in her eyes. She was just as hungry as the rest of us, the kind of desire that catapulted obscene decisions.

  Wade’s guttural sounds were primal as he took her arm, forcing her to kneel on the couch. When he ground his jean-covered hips across her bruised ass, she whimpered, dropping her head.

  “Just imagine when we fuck you in all your tight little holes.” He licked the side of her face before reaching under her sweater, his massive hand squeezing her breast. “So ripe. So delicious. I can tell you’re going to taste so sweet. Now, stay in position like a good little girl or Big Daddy will make it that you can’t sit for days. Do you understand me?”

  “Fuck. You,” she hissed.

  The single hard crack of the belt not only made her jump, but she folded herself over the edge of the couch, her fingers clinging to the material.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” she moaned.

  “That one has a foul mouth on her,” Dylan said before exhaling.

  “Yep. That’s gonna happen, little sweetheart. By all three of us,” Wade told her before snapping the belt for effect.

  The big strapping man had always enjoyed grandstanding, intimidation one of his favorite things to do.

  While I didn’t interfere, I watched the large man as he positioned himself behind her. She certainly needed to learn a lesson, but I refused to allow her to receive the full extent of his wrath.

  I was honestly shocked when he snapped the belt against her buttocks, striking her exactly on her sit spot. He waited, rubbing her skin then issuing four more—as if the man actually knew what he was doing.

  “Oh, God.” She tossed her head back and forth. “I don’t deserve this. I’m not some bad girl.”

  “Like hell you aren’t,” I interjected. “It’s easy to tell you need a firm hand every day of your life.”

  The look she gave me was nasty and I could absolutely read her mind. She would attempt to escape again. What I couldn’t figure out is why, unless she’d overheard our conversation. While if that was the case it was unfortunate, she would soon learn that she would be forced to pay a significant price for the protection she so desperately needed.

  Wade spanked her long and hard until she was finally calm, no longer fighting him like the wild creature she’d made herself out to be.

  “That’s better. You’re not going to do that again, are you?” Wade snarled.

  I heard the husky tone in his voice, my yearning creating spots floating in front of my eyes.

  “No,” she spat.

  “That’s a good girl. At least we have an understanding.” I walked closer, taking several deep breaths as I peered down at her.

  Wham!

  The agility of the woman was remarkable, the hard punch to my jaw sending a shower of electricity shooting through me. I reacted as any cold-blooded man would. I tossed her over the couch again, winding my finger around the slender material of her thong. With a single snap of my wrist, the material was ripped away.

  “Oh. What? I...” Startled, the force I used seemed to squelch her fighting spirit.

  “I guess we weren’t finished with your lesson.”

  “What are you going to do?” she demanded.

  I debated my actions, merely reminding myself that I’d never win an award for being a decent man. “I’m going to fuck you. Then we’re all going to fuck you, using every hole of yours, filling you with seed.” I didn’t hesitate as I unfastened my jeans, freeing my aching cock.

  “Are you crazy?” She kicked out hard but was no match for me.

  I shifted her legs apart as I eased onto the couch, pressing my weight against her.

  “What all bad girls need,” Wade suggested, his breath skipping.

  “You’re all brutes. Horrible, malicious bastards,” she moaned, although I was surprised that she was no longer trying to get away.

  I eased back long enough to rub my cockhead up and down the length of her pussy, the scent of her wafting into the room. The moment I thrust my entire shaft deep inside her pussy, I threw my head back, biting a strangled roar. She was so damn hot, her muscles clamping around me immediately. “Oh, yes. Yes...” My voice sounded just like some barbarian claiming his prize. That’s exactly what she was to me.

  To the three of us.

  We all worked hard in our day jobs just trying to make ends meet. Accepting this operation could mean losing our livelihood, her arrival presenting unnecessary danger.

  And the possibility of discovery.

  We deserved this.

  We were owed this.

  The Neanderthal in me was whispering in my ear, giving me the authority to take her like some crazed animal. Her moans were my reward. The way she ground her hips against me providing the fuel. I could no longer see straight, had no feeling in my extremities. There was only this moment in time.

  I was aware the other two had already undressed, their hunger almost as significant as mine.

  She didn’t whimper or make any kind of sound as I pounded into her, stretching her tight little muscles. I leaned over her, every cell in my body shuddering from the scent of her alone. Her eyes were closed and if I didn’t know better, I could tell she felt the burning heat shared between us, a strange connection that made no sense.

  “Wade is right. Bad girls get fucked,” I said as I pulled almost all the way out, slamming into her again. “I can tell how much you’re enjoying this.”

  Her breathing ragged, she clawed the back of the sofa. “No! Fuck you.”

  The darkness swelled up from the pits of hell, the longing to consume her overpowering. I plunged in brutal motions, knocking the wind out of her. Even though she continued cursing me, I also heard the soft purring sounds, could feel her body reacting to mine. Soon, she might even enjoy surrendering like a good little girl.

  There was nothing better than being inside of her.

  She continued to wiggle, even as her body betrayed her.

  “You’re so wet. I know you like this.”

  “No. No!”

  “Don’t lie to me. I can feel your body responding.”

  While she shook her head, she pushed against me, meeting every hard thrust with one of her own. I wanted this to last, but I knew I would soon lose control. As she shoved up from the couch, I could see her mouth twisting, her eyes opening wide.

  When her pussy spasmed, I gripped her hips, driving into her. I was shocked she’d climaxed, her muscles clamping then releasing several times.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh...” She finally hung her head, panting.

  There was no way I was going to come just yet. I wanted more. I craved shoving my cock deep into her puckered hole, claiming her fully and completely as mine.

  She bristled, her hands clamping around the top of the couch. I could even feel the rapid beating of her heart.

  I slid my hand under her sweater, rolling the tips of my fingers up and down her spine before tugging the thick material over her shoulders. She didn’t fight me as I tore off her boots, tossing them across the room. And the moment I ripped th
e sweatpants away from her, exposing her beautiful body, I was forced to suck in my breath. I’d been right about just how incredible she was; an hourglass figure that a man could sink his teeth into, skin that was soft as velvet and the scent of her feminine wiles intoxicating. I was already drunk on the woman but was unable to quench my thirst.

  As I cupped her voluptuous breasts, I wasn’t certain whether to be disgusted with my actions or to revel in them, but I realized I didn’t even know her name.

  Did that really matter?

  Hell, not in the least.

  “Now, little princess, maybe you finally understand that we own you. Every. Single. Inch.”

  Chapter Four

  Kelly

  Own me? I didn’t bargain for this.

  I didn’t deserve this.

  I wanted to scream, to rip out their eyes, even as my little voice reminded me that they could have left me on the side of the road to die of the extreme frigid temperatures.

  Or worse.

  Monsters.

  “Like hell you do,” I hissed, attempting to kick my leg smack where it would hurt Crockett the most. “No one owns me.”

  “What about this man you’re running away from, the one you asked us to protect you from?” Dylan threw out, a smirk on his face.

  “Maybe he’s exactly like you. Maybe you work for him.” I tried to fight to get out of Crockett’s strong hold again, my entire body on fire. Why was I attracted to these... beasts?

  Why had my body betrayed me?

  Yes, I’d begged for their help, but this was how I was forced to repay them? This wasn’t legal. Right? The outlaw men had actually spanked me, as if they knew what was better for me.

  Maybe they did. I certainly didn’t seem to be making any decent decisions lately, especially since I’d been lured into a relationship with the promise of ‘for better or worse.’

  All I’d seen was the horrible.

  Now I was in the clutches of three rugged men who reminded me of cavemen, primal beasts snacking on their catch of the day.

  Only all three of them were sexy, evoking a series of irrational sensations dancing to the very tips of my fingers and ends of my toes.

  My pussy was still clenching from the intense orgasm, another terrible shocker. I hadn’t experienced a single climax in years, and it took some monstrous creature to awaken the wild girl inside? I kept reminding myself that this was no fantasy. They weren’t the kind of heroes I’d wished for. Not by a long shot.

  I’d caught a glimpse of all three men before passing out just after the wreck; their roughhewn bodies were larger than life, their beards and tattoos only adding to the danger. Even the sound of their Harleys had been provocative, as if I was being taken away to another world. I’d been able to feel moments of the rumbling engine between my legs, the hardness of Crockett’s cock as it pressed against me on the drive.

  Tempting the wanton, sinful girl inside.

  And for some crazy reason, I’d felt safe in his strong arms.

  Even though it had been obvious from minute one they were dangerous men. I’d been able to see their weapons, watching and listening when they thought I’d been out of it. I’d learned enough to know they weren’t merely three men away on a vacation in order to fish and hunt. No, they were harboring secrets of their own.

  Bad boys. Bad boys. Whatcha gonna do?

  The words were ridiculous but continued to run in my mind.

  I’d always been attracted to bad boys, which had gotten me into trouble every single time, even skirting with the law on more than one occasion. Then I’d grown up, no longer looking for the brooding hunk in a leather jacket. Now I’d been captured by three.

  Sexy.

  Delicious.

  Treacherous men.

  No. No. Stop it. Get a grip.

  “Maybe I didn’t explain things to you well enough,” Crockett said in a husky voice, the tone draping me with a warm kiss of suede sliding down every inch of my naked body. “While you’re enjoying our hospitality, there will be strict rules for you to follow.” He rubbed his hand all the way down my spine, tapping me on my aching bottom.

  “Rules. Why? I’ve done nothing to you,” I hissed, even more embarrassed by the fact I was naked, wide open for them. “Hell, I don’t even know where I am,” I whispered. That was the truth. I’d chosen the back roads away from asshole’s house, hoping I could find my way to the Interstate at some point. When I’d gotten lost, I’d just followed my instincts heading south. Or so I thought.

  When the three of them glared at each other as if I was lying, I bit my lip to keep from whimpering. The last thing I wanted to do was show them fear.

  “Rules, little girl, or Big Daddy is gonna whoop your ass every hour,” Wade said, the deep bass of his voice even more thrilling than I wanted to admit. As he walked around the couch, allowing me to see his naked body, my mouth was suddenly parched, as if I’d never seen a gorgeous rugged man without his clothes. In my mind, he was the most dangerous one, his anger evident in his stunning deep blue eyes, the color of the most pristine sapphire.

  Standing at well over six foot five, he was covered in tattoos; colorful ink riding down his massive forearms to his long fingers, a dragon of some kind artfully created and covering his entire chest. Even his bulging thigh muscles were inked with several venomous snakes, all gorgeously done. His short cropped blond hair was just as befitting as the unruly long locks of the other two. Every part of the man was massive in stature, including his thick cock already standing at full attention.

  I had no idea what to say, no concept of why they thought they could take what they wanted.

  But a part of me, a sickening portion of my very soul wanted nothing more.

  “See, you don’t know what kind of men we are,” Dylan said as he inched into the periphery of my vision. The man was a stunning looker, his intense green eyes pulling me into a calming sea. Muscular in all the right places, I knew it was from rugged outdoor work, not from the use of some well-equipped gym. While his tats were more subdued, they were just as vivid.

  And aggressive.

  “I think I do. Assholes who think they own the world,” I retorted, hearing Crockett’s strangled breathing as he shifted my disheveled hair to the side. When he blew hot breath across my neck, I couldn’t fight the single whimper from escaping my mouth.

  The man who was the obvious alpha.

  He was tall and broad shouldered with the most muscular legs, all of him carved to utter perfection, the most beautiful tattoo crawling up the side of his neck. My eyes were drawn to his cock, still glistening from my juice. Another round of embarrassment floated through every brain cell when I realized I wanted to slide my tongue down the length of his shaft, sucking on his full testicles. Everything about him was magnificent. Even his coal black hair and perfect chocolate-kissed eyes could make any woman swoon.

  I refused to be that woman.

  My intense cravings were a product of some psychosis that had settled in upon realizing that Michael intended on making good on his threats. That was the logical reason.

  Although I wasn’t entirely certain I bought it.

  They reminded me of bikers. Not the kind who rode Harleys for enjoyment, but the kind who harassed those around them, eliminating anyone considered their enemies. The biker gangs of the past paled in comparison to the type who ruled the streets now. Maybe they could actually protect me.

  For a price.

  I’d been a fool to try to escape but hearing their statements regarding blackmail had terrified me almost as much as Michael’s promises of hunting me down like livestock.

  Shivering, I closed my eyes as Crockett fondled my breasts, teasing my body into an unwanted frenzy. I was nauseous inside, guilt and shame from my body’s betrayal rocking me hard. I didn’t want this.

  Not the rough pads of their fingers caressing me.

  Or their mouths pressed against my heated skin.

  Or their tongues probing my wetness.

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bsp; I was lost in the moment, my bottom tingling from the harshness of the discipline. I’d never been spanked. This was entirely different, a rush of electricity shooting to the very core of me. I was excited, my skin covered in goosebumps. Even the way my heart hammered against my chest was all about the heightened level of stimulation masking the pain.

  And my bottom was on fire.

  After everything I’d been through, how could I want this?

  “Why would you think we’re working for this asshole fiancé of yours?” Crockett asked.

  “Because he owns everyone in this state,” I retorted, instantly regretting saying anything. Until I knew what the hell they were up to, I refused to give them any ammunition. But maybe they should be afraid of Michael just like I was. That could be a reason to keep me alive.

  Or send me back to him.

  There was an instant cold chill in the room. What I’d said had sparked more concern. Who were they hiding from and why?

  “Enough talking,” Crockett huffed.

  “Agreed,” Wade growled as he advanced, yanking me up and over the back of the couch. “I can’t wait to taste that pretty pussy of yours. Mmm...” He cupped both sides of my face, dragging me onto my toes and forcing me into an arch as he crushed his mouth over mine. I gathered a taste of beer as he thrust his tongue inside, immediately dominating mine.

  While he was aggressive, his actions were also filled with passion, the growls erupting from deep within his throat nothing but pure animal. I pressed my hands against his chest, my fingertips almost instantly seared from the extreme heat oozing from every pore. The man was on fire, every muscle tense.

  A part of me was frozen, terrified that I was giving into the kind of sin I’d never find redemption from. The other wanted to wrap my hand around his thick cock, stroking him up and down.

  No. No. No!

  I pushed hard against him, managing to break the kiss. Wade only laughed as he drew a line down the side of my face. “Nice try, sunshine, but I already told you that Big Daddy isn’t going to let you get away with anything.”

  With one easy move, he planted my bottom on the back of the sofa, spreading my legs wide then easing my head upside down against the seat cushion. I was completely thrown and totally unable to control anything.