Cowboy Bikers MC #6

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “Motherfucking hell,” I grunt and the air rushes straight out of my lungs.

  Joaquin huskily chuckles. “Play with the barbell. Flip it with your tongue underneath the head.”

  I watch from the corner of my eye how he crawls down her body and nestles himself between her legs.

  “I’m clean. Joaquin too. You?” I grunt as her tongue swirls around my cock.

  Her eyes hit mine. Placing a soft kiss on the head as she says, “Clean and on the pill.”

  I fist her gorgeous hair. “Suck her pussy good and hard, Joaquin. But don’t let her come. Not until I tell you to. Open up, babe. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

  I tighten my grip. She gasps, causing her lips to part and I take advantage by feeding my cock into her hot mouth. I know Joaquin is spearing her pussy with his tongue because she fucking hums around my cock as if a jolt of pleasure is releasing from her into me.

  I keep her head in place while I slowly let my hips do the work. Sliding in and out of her mouth while my eyes bounce between both of her lips. The ones sucking my cock and the other ones getting sucked on by Joaquin.

  Fucking perfect. Sharing is caring and magnificent when it’s between people who share the same mindset. All a-fucking-board. Because what lies before us is a destination we’re all heading for with eyes and hearts wide open.

  “Joaquin,” I grit, feeling our woman suck my cock so damn good my balls already start to tingle, and I need a distraction and my curiosity fed. “How sweet?”

  The lines around his eyes crinkle and my man lifts his head, mouth and jaw glistening. He crawls slightly up her body and lets our lips meet. That’s fucking it. Her taste on my man’s tongue while she’s sucking my cock. Bliss. Utter satisfaction where I’m the one in control and have these two lovers tangled with desire to make sure pleasure hits all of us.

  I reach down with my free hand and lean forward, getting the cooperation of Joaquin as he lets me guide his dick to nudge Greta’s entrance. Letting him slide through her folds and spreading the wetness while I deepen our kiss, knowing I’m tasting the place I’m shoving his dick inside.

  He groans and Greta moans around my cock, vibrations flowing through my veins, making my eyes roll into the back of my head while I fight like hell to hold my orgasm back. Fuck.

  So.

  Damn.

  Good.

  One of my hands is gripping Joaquin’s neck while the other is still fisting Greta’s hair. All three connected. The two of us ramming our cocks into her willing body as she shakes with pleasure. Her lips tighten around me, her head bobbing and trying to swallow me whole.

  Usually I can watch Joaquin getting pleasure for a long time, relishing in the visual but now? The way her tongue is playing with the underside of the head where my piercing is as she switches it up by taking me to the back of her throat and damn well swallows? Utter perfection.

  Sweat is trickling down Joaquin’s forehead. His thrusts are rough and choppy. I know he’s close and so am I. Letting go of his neck I let my fingers slide down between their bodies in search of her clit.

  “You’d better clench that pussy hard and rip the cum from his dick, you hear me, Greta? I’ll let you come if you take our cum inside you. Understand?” She whimpers while I ram my cock deep down her throat, keeping her head in place by the tight grip on her hair. “That’s it, baby. Come for us.”

  Slow circles around her bundle of nerves, I press down right on the center and feel with my other fingers how Joaquin’s dick is being rewarded by a rush of her arousal as she comes beautifully.

  Greta moans around my cock. I can’t hold back when I hear Joaquin grunt as his body jerks. I keep Greta’s head in place and throw my hips forward, letting a roar of satisfaction slide out of my chest while slowly pumping her mouth to make sure every drop is ripped from my body and spilled into her.

  I untangle my fingers when she slightly leans her head back. Her whole face screams fully sated as she glances up at me before letting her eyes connect with Joaquin. My gaze is set on where his dick is still lodged inside her pussy. Slowly pulling out, he shifts and curls his body against her back.

  They leave room for me and her hand reaches out as she drags me down against her. She’s so tiny, she fits in between our bodies perfectly. Her head lies on my chest while I can easily reach for Joaquin to give the man a lazy sloppy kiss for the sake of perfection.

  There’s only a slight twinge in my shoulder and leg. Mind over matter you might say or the pain of the last few days was a mental one I needed to shake. I know for damn sure my body has had enough time to fully heal from the injuries it sustained and Joaquin and Greta might have been right to think my ego was mostly injured.

  None of it matters because we’re lying in one bed, all of us sated and perfectly aligned. I know very well we have a long road to cover until the dark clouds hiding our future are dissolved enough to dream ahead. But we’re on that fucking road and I’m taking the wheel to guide us to a clear and better one.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  – GRETA –

  Completely sated and wrapped in warmth and comfort. It’s a hard contrast of what I was feeling hours ago when my asshole partner tried to blackmail me. Shoving the incident, my job, and the decision to quit to the back of my mind, I snuggle against Alfie’s chest and reach behind for Joaquin.

  Two men. A wild dream and another stark contrast of what I’ve once experienced back in my college years. Clearly, back then the two men I was with didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Not to mention it was as if during that encounter the two men needed to prove themselves to each other.

  Rivalry, jealousy, the whole “my dick is bigger than yours, and I know how to use it” while in the meantime I get the brunt of their alpha male chest banging and it wasn’t anywhere near what I’ve just experienced.

  Joaquin was an extension of Alfie, where Alfie took the lead, and yet made sure not to interfere with the pleasure of either of us. Holy shit, I don’t know if this was a one-time thing or if I just needed to be swooped away from a screwed-up state of mind…but I could go for a second round if they’re up for it.

  I’m about to spill my thoughts about being up for more of this action when they both pop out a question.

  “Have you tried anal before?” Joaquin asks as his hand slides to my ass.

  “So, DEA agent, huh?” Alfie rumbles.

  Shock fills me and how comfortable I was a moment ago, I’m now strung tight as a string. And in all honesty, I’d rather answer the anal question and leave the DEA agent statement. Holy shit. I now realize they knew I was a DEA agent before we ended up in bed together.

  How can they be so freaking kind and caring while they know I’m DEA and my job is to investigate their MC? Though for all they know I could be an evil bitch wanting to do anything to get them behind bars.

  “Yes.” I clear my throat. “If done with the right preparations, anal is enjoyable.” I cringe at the reminder of my one and only previous experience many years ago, and for the fact that I’ve managed to answer both their questions at the same time.

  But the “right preparations” statement is true because I’ve had pleasurable encounters with butt plugs. Somehow, I know being with these two men at the same time–either double penetration involving my pussy or ass along with it–wouldn’t compare to anything I’ve ever encountered.

  Alfie places a finger underneath my jaw and tips my head back to make eye contact. “Talk to me, and not about your tight little hole because we’ll handle all the preparations you need to take the both of us at the same time.”

  “I’m on a case involving your MC and Deranged Hounds. We need to know if the Iron Hot Blood is involved in criminal activities too. There was a link between you and them, Alfie. You sold them the property where their new clubhouse is now located. A dollar, really? It screams shady business,” I scold and push myself upright.

  Dashing off the bed I start to pace in an effort to shake the anger. This is screwed
up, no matter what angle I look at it. Not only my private life, my work environment, my insane partner I’m forced to work with, this case, and these two men who gave me the best time of my life a mere moment ago. And now everything is twisted beyond repair.

  “Her ass is so cute when she strides.”

  “Her ass? You know I’m a big boobs man. Have you seen them bounce? She needs to take a ride on my cock while my face is buried in sweet heaven,” Alfie groans. “I just had a visual. Greta on hands and knees, you bounce her off your cock while I’m lying underneath to ping-pong my gaze back and forth between tits and you guys being connected. Yeah, let’s do that. We need to make a list. My cock in her pussy, yours in her ass. The both of us simultaneously rubbing dicks inside her pussy. Fuck. The list is never-ending.”

  Damn that man and the visuals he just planted in my head.

  “Focus!” I snap and point a finger in Alfie’s direction. “Why one dollar? And why the shooting? Did you owe them more than the property? Did they force you? Are you involved in any of their business?” I close my eyes and shake my head. “I can’t see why. The days I’ve been here it’s all work involving the ranch and Joaquin works hard at the clinic. What does this MC do? Deranged Hounds was involved with drugs and guns. All links to tie to them until recently. Then you guys get into the picture. Alfie, you were in the hospital…gunshots get reported, you know.”

  “You done rattling?” Alfie grunts.

  “No! My asshole partner wants me to plant evidence since I told him there is no connection and you guys along with your MC are squeaky clean. He was pissed and still thinks you’re dirty but hiding it better and wants to nail you. He wants a promotion and needs to put you guys behind bars to get it. He doesn’t care about truth or lies. He deemed you guilty while all you guys talk about, and do, is ranch stuff. Longhorns, maintenance, training horses, getting more livestock. And dickhead Matt, my asshole partner, thinks I can easily transfer some files onto your laptop. Hell, hide some drugs in your cabin and plant some over at the clubhouse while I’m at it. And if I didn’t? He would make sure I didn’t have a life left to return to. He blabbered a detailed story about how he’s done it before and how the woman ended up dead. He laughed in my face and it made me feel as if he was a vile criminal instead of an agent. He said I wouldn’t dare defy him because it’s easy for me to do since I am fucking easy. He has the pictures to prove it. Hell, he said I probably take both your cocks at the same time because it’s my thing. Oh. My. God. And I did, didn’t I?”

  I cover my face with my hands and start to furiously rub my eyes as I start to ramble to myself, “How the hell did this day go from bad to worse in supernova style? This morning I was certain I had enough information to round up my report and explain how there was no link or illegal activities involving the Iron Hot Blood ranch. Heading to my partner for a check in I reported my findings and then he went nuts. He raved about an upcoming promotion and how he would lose it if he didn’t have this major bust. The idiot showed me a picture on his phone. It was from a photoshoot I did years ago when I needed money to clear away a huge part of the debt my parents left behind. He insinuated I had sex with those two men who I did a sexy lingerie shoot with. Yes, he was right, but it was none of his business. And the shoot happened before I became an agent. It doesn’t interfere with my career, it’s in the past and it should stay that way.”

  I swallow hard and let my hands drop. “Until he swiped his finger over the screen and I saw in a flash how there was a photo of those two men having sex with a woman. It couldn’t have been me. My face wasn’t even in the picture. When I had sex with them it was at their house, they were roommates. But a second of doubt running through my head was enough for Matt fucking Carlinck to jump to the conclusion he had something to blackmail me with. He started to push me mentally and that’s when I hit the asshole. He threw a punch in return and I left. Like I said, I don’t even know if the photograph is real…but it doesn’t matter. The photoshoot is enough to spread doubts. And if I have to work with assholes like him? I’d rather–”

  “Suck our cocks and quit your job? Because I’m rich and Joaquin and I will both support you as our woman. It’s why I sold Rowen the property for one dollar because I couldn’t give two shits about money.” Alfie grins and all I can do is stare at him.

  “You did not just say that,” I hiss.

  Joaquin scrambles off the bed with his lean, naked, and sculpted body. He reminds me of my own nakedness. Dammit, my head is drowning with all the issues surrounding me while I need to focus and find my way out.

  “Come on, sweetheart. Come sit. Alfie’s head is always locked in the gutter but he also sometimes manages not to think with his dick. He’s the kind of man who can handle anything. Let’s all take a breath and focus. Alfie will know what to do, won’t you?” Joaquin pierces Alfie with a hard look while he guides me to the mattress and sits down next to me.

  Alfie stalks to the closet and throws on a pair of jeans. He doesn’t seem to use his cane anymore, though I can’t help but notice the slight limp. The leg still bothers him but he’s made great progress recovering from his injury.

  He throws a pair of light blue jeans in Joaquin’s direction and grabs a shirt. Before I know it, he’s pulling it over my head. The shirt swallows me since Alfie’s much bigger than me but it’s also comforting to be wrapped by his clean scent.

  Alfie lets his knuckles slide over my cheek. “I can’t think straight if I have those magnificent tits on display. Now. One more time. This Matt, your asshole partner. He tried to blackmail you into planting evidence because he wants a higher position with the DEA? Am I correct?”

  I give a faint nod.

  “It sounds too simple if you ask me,” he states and rubs a finger over his jaw.

  Anger surges through me but I don’t get to say anything since Joaquin prevents me when he whispers in my ear, “Let him ramble for a bit. He’s not talking to you or me, he’s getting things straight in his head. Believe me, I’ve tried to talk when he’s like this, but he doesn’t even listen when he gets to this stage.”

  I lean into Joaquin’s embrace, giving up on the havoc and deciding I’m too drained with my head spinning while I don’t see an option to get out of this loop I’m stuck in.

  Alfie stalks away and comes back holding his phone. “Decker, can you get me info on Greta’s partner? His name is Matt Carlinck. And make sure to dig deep when it comes to his career. I want to know if the fucker has ambitions and every step he took climbing up the ladder and who he kicked out of his way to get where he is. Okay. Thanks.”

  “What’s going to happen now?” I question.

  “Now we’re going to get properly dressed and head for the clubhouse. I need to talk to Weston.” Alfie grabs a shirt and throws it on before putting his leather cut over it.

  Joaquin gets up and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks uncertain, as if he wants to bring something up but doesn’t know how to address the issue he’s clearly struggling with.

  Alfie sighs. “I know. Weston ordered us to wrap her around our finger and keep her away from the clubhouse. But she spilled details without thinking. I get the feeling she’s open and honest about everything she told us.” He pierces me with a harsh look. “And if you are lying, we’ll find out soon enough and deal with it.”

  “I’m not lying. My report about you guys is in my car, glance it over if you don’t believe me. After Matt tried to blackmail me I thought on the drive over here about everything and decided to quit my job. I’ve made a career shift before: I think it’s time for me to crawl into a corner and lick my wounds. But I’m too pissed, dammit. I normally don’t let anyone walk right over me but what choice do I have? Those pictures are out there. I did the photoshoot and had sex with them too.” I let my head drop into my hands. “I’m such an idiot.”

  A growl rumbles and my hands are pulled away. “I don’t want to hear you call yourself that ever again. You gave into your sexuality and you provided
for yourself. Those photos gave you the chance to pay off a great deal of your debt. And you shouldn’t quit a job over a fucking asshole who thinks he can force his way onto you. He shouldn’t fucking be in a position if he thinks he can handle his partner this way.”

  Joaquin strokes my back while I face Alfie’s furious gaze. These two. Harsh and sweet, muscled and lean, they are so well balanced it’s perfection from both worlds. My eyes sting and I can’t help the first tear from falling.

  “You shouldn’t growl at her when she’s vulnerable,” Joaquin scolds.

  “Then she shouldn’t be taking this too fucking hard. It’s that asshole Matt’s fault, not hers.”

  “Sorry,” I croak and try to wipe my tears away. “It’s all too much right now and with the two of you being so sweet to me…I’m so sorry to come into your home and–”

  Another growl rumbles from Alfie’s chest before I feel the bed dip and his strong arms surround me. “You’re doing your job, Greta. Even if it involved going undercover. Clearly, we don’t have anything to hide and we’re not pissed. Weston might have said he doesn’t want you anywhere near the clubhouse and he’s right. Inside the clubhouse you’ll get to meet the old ladies, their kids, all of the others while our brotherhood revolves around trust, friendship, and loyalty. And I think you know as well as Joaquin and I do shit between us has shifted. If us sharing a bed wasn’t clear enough, we want you to be ours.”

  Hope blooms inside my chest but I try to push it down. “You guys can’t. I’m not–”

  I’m prevented from finishing my sentence when Joaquin grabs my jaw and turns me to face him before he takes my lips in a harsh kiss.

  He pulls back just as quickly. “Do not finish that sentence. We don’t want grumpy dragging you over my lap so I can hold you while he spanks your sexy, curvy ass.”