“Come with me.” His little command had the hair raising on the back of her neck, and not in a bad way. She nodded and followed him out, needing the distraction. If she could play it cool, then maybe her heart would be spared. The warm sun was already shining down in the early morning hours, the warmth a promise of the blistering dry heat to come. It wasn’t until they were at the back of the shitty hotel before he stopped. “I need to boost you up on that ledge right there and have you hook this camera right there,” he pointed to a torn up piece of roofing. The shingles were half on, half off, and other rubbish had accumulated from lack of upkeep. She nodded, not expecting him to bend down and grab one hand on her crotch and the other at her knee. If they had a rougher, tougher league of ballet dancers, Shark could have been one. He lifted her with one hand like she weighed nothing, only using his other to steady her until she’d reached the dirty overhang. It was hard to ignore his fingers stretching across her pussy and she said a silent prayer that the gush of cream he created didn’t soak through her jeans. Thank God she’d opted to wear panties today. On most occasions she chose to skip the undergarment and go commando. “Got it?”
“Yeah. I’m just trying to find something to hook it to that the wind won’t blow over. This whole damn roof is falling apart.”
“I think their problem is more than the roof. The whole damn place is a shithole, baby.” Her head spun around, not sure where the ‘baby’ had come from. Bitch wouldn’t have phased her. Woman even. Or Whore. But baby? Hell, most of the guys didn’t even call their ol’ ladies baby. Then again, he wasn’t like the others. Not to say he was soft, just softer around the edges. They’d all wondered what the hell he was doing in a club until they’d learned how he’d been bounced in. He’d been a Prospect at the young age of sixteen and waited almost three full years to become patched. The night he’d been offered his cut, a group of drug dealing scum had taken his girlfriend to a party and gotten her spun off her rocker. Shark walked in during the middle of their gang fuck and killed every last one of them. Some he gutted like a fish, others he’d bitten noses and hunks of face off before he single-handedly loaded them all up and dumped them in the shark tank at the zoo. There wasn’t any evidence left of them to find that would lead to him, and with the girlfriend floating on top of the water with a dick in each hole and down her throat, she wasn’t likely to talk. Besides that story, one wouldn’t ever think the laid back twenty something cutie with a dimple ever had a temper.
“This definitely isn’t the Ritz that’s for sure. I’m just glad I brought a sleeping bag so I don’t end up catching some sort of funk from the cum stains on the sheets. I think I’d puke if a black light hit that room.” Heaven wasn’t exactly a germaphobe, but the idea of bodily fluids smeared on every surface had her half wanting to risk the coyotes and sleep outside. As she looked around, the coyotes weren’t such a threat here. It’d be more people or creepy crawlies that’d kill her in her sleep. So dried cum and blood and God-knew-what-else was the best of both evils. Awesome.
“You brought a sleeping bag? Might have to make that pretty little ass scoot over and let me in tonight. I damn sure don’t want to think about what’s on those covers.” Okay, so for a biker, it was even more strange for him to worry about the cleanliness of the room. But at his insinuation about scooting over, she couldn’t help but squirm a little. She wasn’t Sahara with the curves in all the right places and reeking of sexual desire. Heaven was short, petite, with big tits and a fat ass—in her opinion—who frequently wore glasses. She preferred her contacts, but some days she just couldn’t wear them. Thankfully the air wasn’t as dry here as it was back home and she’d had them in for over twelve hours so far with no issues. Which, standing this close to Mr. Dark Eyes, she was glad.
“It might be a tight fit…” she giggled, looking up at him. He was massive compared to her little frame. Shark’s eyes looked her up and down before he pulled her against the huge bulge in his pants.
“Mmm. I’m sure it’ll stretch,” he said, grinding against her. She didn’t know how to respond. On one hand, it took all she had not to reach between them and free the python that tore at the seams of his zipper. On the other, she hadn’t ever been one of the bitches who made the rounds, but after the way Colt and Gage had been lately, she might start. If they were getting it somewhere else, she damn sure could, right? She didn’t have a patch on claiming her… Before she could lift up on her tippy toes and press her lips to his, the sound of voices came around the side of the building. Shark didn’t pull away, but turned his head to see who was coming.
“You done?” Yo Neg asked beside Tank.
“Yeah, see if she got it pointed right. If not holler and I’ll hold her up there again.” Shark kept his body formed against hers even while they talked as if it were no big deal. To other bitches, it probably wouldn’t have been…but to Heaven, it put her on defense. She planted two palms in the middle of his chest and pushed to free herself, shocked she hadn’t even budged him an inch. He didn’t say a word, just looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. Before she knew what that evil flash across his eyes meant, he’d lowered his head down and consumed her lips, forcing his tongue against the seam until she gasped and gave him the opening he needed. Dominating, consuming, demanding. Shark sank in to every crevice and lashed against her tongue with enough pressure and vigor she flat out groaned in his mouth.
“Fuck!” she gasped. He palmed her ass and picked her up, rubbing her cunt up and down the length of his shaft until he felt her begin to unleash. Her claws dug through the thin material of his t-shirt, grasping and pulling him closer. If not for the guys standing there witnessing the show, Heaven might have been apt to tear his shirt off and taste her way down his chest. The thought of turning into a club hole flashed through her mind and she pulled away regretfully. Not to say she hadn’t had fun with some of the guys, but it was on her terms and who she chose. Fucking him in front of the guys wasn’t a deal at the club, but they were in a different environment. That just made it weird. He didn’t push or try to manhandle her, but he did drop a few sweet kisses along her jawline and up to the tip of her nose before he sat her back on her two feet. Where the hell had that come from? Colt and Gage hadn’t ever showed tenderness like that—not when they wanted a piece. Sure, they’d been nice to her other times, but never while their dick raked across their zipper. The sex…fuck, the sex was amazing though. Then again, after just one kiss with Shark, she began to wonder what it’d be like with him…
“The camera’s in place. Let’s get some grub…unless you plan on eating back here,” Tank laughed, eyeing the couple. That seemed to snap Heaven out of the fun little fog she’d been in and back to reality. She pulled away, this time not shocked he allowed her to, and took off to find the girls. She needed as far away from testosterone as possible, which wouldn’t be easy given they were outnumbered almost tenfold, and one of the chicks didn’t belong if you asked her. But what did she know.
*****
The rest of the day was dedicated to set up and familiarizing themselves with the area. There was no way in hell the living conditions were anything but hellish and only God knew what the guys were doing to those poor girls day in and day out.
Sahara was on pins and needles, chomping at the bit to go in and get her sister. The guys understood, but rescuing her prematurely might endanger the other girls held captive and whether she was theirs or not, one life couldn’t be traded for even a hand full of others. It was hard for Sahara to agree to keep her cool, although at times the guys still feared she’d go rogue and blow their cover. Shady had been assigned to shadow Sahara everywhere she went to keep an eye on her, and as much as the girls hated it, they all knew it was for the best.
“We need to go in tonight. Listen, even if we rescue the girls held up at that dump there is no way in hell Reyes will bail. We can still follow him and take down the whole operation,” Sahara pleaded her case yet again. She couldn’t grasp what harm it’d be to go in a litt
le sooner than planned before it was too late.
“I know you’re upset, but we can’t risk it. We don’t know if he has other girls somewhere else. There are too many lives on the line here, Sahara. You don’t have a choice right now. Let us do our job. Sadie will be home safe soon, I promise.” Gage tried to pacify her but from the expression on her face it’d only done the opposite.
“How the fuck do we know they aren’t already dead! What happened to looking out for our own! They’re ours, dammit!” She stomped through the room, slamming her fist in the thin, rotted sheetrock. It shattered and crumbled into a mess on the floor.
Gage took three big steps and closed the distance between them. When he was toe to toe with her, looking down at the rage swarming in her eyes, he stalked her backwards until she bumped into the wall. Instinctively she reared back again but he caught both wrists and pinned them above her head, locking her body under his. “Calm your little ass down. We all want them home safe. But you letting your emotions take control will only cause more damage and can get them killed.” He rested his forehead against hers, his voice low and feral. “We stick to the plan. If you can’t handle it, take your ass back down the highway. The last fuckin’ thing we need is some bitch to ruin all the time we’ve put in on this case. Pull. Your. Shit. Together.” Instead of her backing down like the other bitches would have, Sahara only grew more angry.
“Fuck you, Gage. Now back the fuck off.” Her voice had dropped almost low enough to match his, sounding a warning she was half shocked, half proud of herself for. Instead of intimidating him like she’d planned, he smiled a wicked grin that had her body trembling at what it could mean. Either she’d pushed him too far and he was going to do the same song and dance her ex had with his fists, or he was in on some inside joke she didn’t understand. Because his expression tipped the lethal scale and nothing about it said sweet or tenderness, Sahara braced herself for the blow. There was only one other person in the room, and given it was Colt, her hopes at being saved as a damsel in distress hurled out the damn window. Those two were thicker than thieves. “You wanna hit me? Do it. I suggest you make it fucking count because if you don’t kill me, I’m damn sure going to make you wish you were fuckin’ dead.” Sahara struggled to push him backwards, ignoring the burn in her wrists where he one handedly held her captive. Her outburst had Colt rushing to stand beside them, his eyebrows drawn together.
“Hit you?” Gage’s words were a soft whisper that brushed against her face. “You honestly think I’ll hit you? Why? For showing that you are worried about your sister? Or for punching a hole in the wall?” Her eyes went big but she didn’t respond. He could see the fear and uncertainty in her, but didn’t care. There was no way in hell he was gonna let her believe he was what she somehow thought he was. The idea made him mad enough to hit something, but never her. Never a female.
His whole initial reaction of the little hellcat in stripper heels changed at that moment. She tapped something deep inside of him he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. She was vulnerable, but not in a broken, wounded, worn out slut kind of way like most of the others. He jerked her arms down, he could see the confusion on her face as he spun her around until her back faced him. In one scoop he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. Damn, it was hard not to laugh. Colt seemed to follow the lead and sat down on the bed, his knees spread apart. Without a word, they had her belly down across Colt’s lap and her pants yanked down to her knees before she knew what the hell had hit her. “The only time we’ll ever hit you, we’ll make sure you enjoy every fucking second,” Colt ground out. He took the first swat, landing his huge palm down on her right cheek with enough sting it left an immediate hand print. She jerked under him, her body arching and flailing as she fought to understand what the hell was going on.
“Wh-what, fuck! Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t just spank me like I’m a disobedient child for fuck’s sake!” She bent her knees, trying to get enough leverage in the jeaned restraints that had her legs rendered damn near motionless. Another smack came down, this time delivered by Gage to her left cheek. As her protests grew more rash and radical, the duo peppered her ass repeatedly until she settled, the heat radiating through her and turned from anger to something else.
“You need to learn to control that tongue of yours, Sahara. Bad things happen to mouthy little sluts who bite off more than they can chew.” Slap! Colt delivered another, grazing his hand across her whelped flesh. That last sting had her settling and arching into them for more. They shared a glance, glad they’d read her right and hadn’t just opened up a can of pissed off hornets. Sahara was a lot more than what met the eye. Both he and Colt had learned she hadn’t wanted the stripping job in the beginning. She had once been a hidey tidey vanilla corporate princess. Now, with her ass bright red and cunt dripping on Colt’s jeans, the needy little slut was far from the woman she was. Gage motioned for Colt to stop.
“Now that’s a sexy fuckin’ shade of pink. You like that, don’t you, you little whore?” Gage traced his finger down the slit of her cunt, dipping his finger in and out of her soaking pussy. The more he touched her, the harder she bucked. She didn’t know what to say, so she kept quiet. She couldn’t figure out why she was so turned on by this. She should be irate. But for some reason, the idea of having her ass up in the air, exposed, vulnerable, and at their mercy was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Having that control taken away was a momentary break from the anxiety and fear that had settled in to consume her. They both knew she needed a release and something to take her mind off her missing sister, but neither had planned on things getting so far out of hand.
Colt stopped the slaps to her ass but slid her up enough he could free his dick and coaxed it between her lips. Gage rewarded her with two fingers scissoring in and out of her pussy, stopping only long enough to circle her swollen clit a time or two before continuing the assault against her G-spot. In and out he thrust, keeping her rising higher and higher until she’d taken Colt’s cock down her throat to his balls. “Fuck, if that isn’t a sight to see. Swallow his cock, baby.” Gage added another finger into her, rolling and twisting them around until she pushed back against his hand.
“I don’t know what you are doing, but do it again. Son-of-a-bitch, her mouth is fucking hot.” Colt arched upwards and forced her to take him all the way to the balls, groaning as he felt her throat stretch and open to accommodate his girth and length. With each inch she took, he could feel his balls loading and tightening. He pulled out nice and slow, allowing her to get a good breath before sliding back in.
“Damn her sweet little cunt is tight. I can’t wait to sink my cock deep in this juicy little hole.” Gage thrusted in and out of her fast and hard, groaning at the suctioning sounds that came from her milking his fingers.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and Sahara didn’t know if it was from gagging or from the emotions that finally burst free. Whatever the reason, she didn’t hold back. Instead, she turned it all over to the two bikers who seemed to know what she needed more than she did. She hummed around Colt when Gage added yet another digit to her already full hole, giving her that sting she so craved to go with the caress he produced inside her womb. Her mind floated away, ignoring all reality. Right now, all she thought about was what would come next. As her first sexual encounter within the clubs, the edging worry about appearing less than honorable didn’t apply. It wouldn’t matter with these guys if she was the biggest slut ever to walk the earth—they saw things differently than the rest of the world she’d come from. So messing around with two guys, which had always been her biggest fantasy, wasn’t taboo in this world. Those right and wrong restrictions were gone forever, and dammit, she was gonna enjoy herself.
“Yes!” she gasped as Colt pulled out once again, tracing her lips with his dripping cock. The air burned in her lungs while she gasped to catch her breath, unaware of them maneuvering her until her clothes hit the floor. Colt dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her unt
il her knees were like limp noodles. His mouth trailed down her jaw and neck, seeking out her taut nipples like a heat seeking missile. When he reached his target, his lips wrapped around the tight bud and tugged it between his teeth, clamping down with enough sting she arched her back. “Aah-h-h!” Sahara groaned.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Gage said from behind. She could vaguely hear the rustle of clothes falling and boots clomping to the floor as Colt stripped and pulled her down on the bed on top of him. She felt two hands pull her hips up to bring her ass in the air, tracing over the tender flesh of each cheek. Colt’s hand was busy rubbing up and down her back while the other traced the head of his cock along her wet heat.
“Keep this hot little ass up in the air. I wanna see that pussy drip, baby.” Gage bent down and licked up her slit, sucking and probing her folds until she arched against his face. “Mmm, that’s it,” he growled, licking up and down until she shook.
“You ever had a cock in here, baby?” Gage ran his finger back to her pucker, prodding and poking to coat the tight hole with her own juices. Sahara pressed back against his finger, taking it to the first knuckle as an answer. “Sonofabitch! I take it you like a fat dick in your ass you little slut,” Gage groaned.
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