Cowboy Bikers MC #6

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Greta’s full-blown laughter fills the air and with a load of affection she states, “You two are so freaking adorable.”

  Alfie drags her to her feet. “You’re not too bad yourself, baby,” he mutters and takes her lips in a scorching kiss.

  Seeing them together flames up desire inside my veins. There’s no room for jealousy in a relationship where sharing is a main necessity. You know what you want for yourself and it’s this part you offer the other person. In our case we receive double the load right back and it only makes my heart swell even more.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  – ALFIE –

  “Joaquin, lock the door,” I order and take a seat in the chair while I keep Greta caged between my legs and the table.

  I unbuckle my belt and slide the zipper down to free my cock. Palming myself I tighten my grip to give some relief. Damn, this woman has me on edge.

  “Off with the pants, Greta. You’re going to straddle me and take my cock. I’m dying to know how well your pussy is going to feel hot and tight around me. Then I’ll ask Joaquin to join me. It’s up to you to decide where you want to feel him. Are you ready, baby?”

  Her dilated eyes are spilling lust and desire and I can taste it in the air crackling around us. I push myself, and the chair, back to create some room between us and the table. Greta’s jeans hit the floor along with her panties. She’s already straddling me. Joaquin appears behind her and I notice his hand sliding through her folds.

  “Wet and ready.” Joaquin groans and adds, “What do you want, sweetie? His piercing hitting a spot deep inside you?” He glances around her and finds my gaze, palming my cock the next instant and lining it up at her entrance. “I don’t think we’re going to leave it up to her. Let her wrap her tight pussy around you and I’ll put my mouth to work and see how she flowers open.”

  I hiss from the heat of her tightness sucking my cock down until she’s impaled and I’m balls deep inside a place where the sun doesn’t shine but the warmth is radiated in the same fucking brightness.

  And as if that’s not enough, I feel Joaquin’s experienced mouth latching onto my balls. My eyes cross and I’m seconds away from detonation. If this is all that heaven will allow in this fucked-up world…there’s no other place I’d rather live than in this moment where the three of us surround ourselves with pleasure.

  I grab her ass and as I let her slide up and down my cock, I make sure to spread her ass cheeks, allowing Joaquin to play with her tight ring. When she lets herself drop and buries her face into my neck while she moans, I know for a fact she’s treated to a finger sliding into her ass. I can feel him stroking me as I lift my hips from the chair. Damn.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Good.

  “You’re drenched, Greta,” Joaquin croaks.

  The sound of a zipper cracks through the air and I let go of her ass cheeks, knowing Joaquin will take over. Right now, I don’t want her head buried in my neck; she needs to be right in the center and pulled in every direction to throw her off focus enough to make her shatter into bliss.

  I sink my fingers into her hair and pull her head back to capture her lips with mine. She gasps when I feel Joaquin’s cock touch mine as he slides up and down her flesh in an effort to coat himself with her cream.

  She’s pushing back, searching for him and thank fuck an experienced, unrestricted woman is the one who belongs to the two of us, allowing our instant connection to merge our bodies to their full extent.

  I swallow her moan when Joaquin gently starts to nudge his cock against her pussy while he keeps pumping his finger in and out of her ass. One out, two in, preparing her to take his cock. Oh, fuck. Maybe she’ll take us both into her greedy pussy because I can feel the head of his cock sliding against mine as she pushes back.

  “Yes,” she gasps and I grip her hips to keep her in place.

  “Slowly, darlin’, let Joaquin do the work,” I tell her and I can feel her clench around me in response.

  “Fuck. You guys,” Joaquin groans. “You should see what I’m seeing.” He hums. “Lean forward some more, sweets. Alfie?”

  I wrap my arms around her and plaster her against me, sliding somewhat down to give Joaquin some more room to work with. And I can feel how wet she is by the way her juices slide down my balls. Joaquin’s cock disappears but I can feel his hot breath the next instant.

  He’s going to lube us up some more and the way my balls are drawing up, I won’t be able to prolong my orgasm for very long. The mere thought of the both of us possessing her is enough to make me spill my cum deep inside her welcoming pussy.

  A gush of wind and the heat of the head of his cock gives me the knowledge Joaquin is standing, ready to line up and…

  “Oh, God,” Greta whimpers. “Please,” she urges and moves slowly up and down my cock to work another one inside her body.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Joaquin grumbles. “You fucking minx, sucking the head right…fuuuuuck.”

  He slides deep because Greta is moving in between us. That right there shows her craving is as heated as ours and letting her lead allows her body to adjust. And hot damn, adjusting it does perfectly. I let my hand slide down to her ass at the same time Joaquin tries to grip her for balance, covering my hand.

  Being connected, intimate, united, together. A special kind of adoration doesn’t begin to describe what’s going through me. No matter our pasts, this right here is our future and it’s laced with perfection.

  Her pussy strangles my cock. She throws her head back and I watch–enthralled by the way her whole face washes with pleasure–as she comes beautifully at the same time cum rips in hot jets from my cock as I feel Joaquin’s dick jerk inside her ass through the thin membrane. Pleasure thickens the air as we all try to catch our breath.

  Her head is on my chest and I slowly stroke her back as she groans due to Joaquin gently pulling out of her ass. “I know I’m repeating myself, but you should see what I’m seeing. So damn hawt. My cum is sliding out of her ass and all over–”

  “I can feel it leaking over my balls, boy. I don’t need the damn visual.”

  Greta giggles and the sound is like bells ringing on Christmas morning, but it also makes my cock slide out of her pussy, adding my cum to the shared release.

  “Come on.” I smack her bare ass. “Let’s get dressed and head home. I think it’s time for some shower sex.”

  “We just had,” Greta starts but her face shifts when she glances at my bare cock.

  And it’s not the size nor my piercing giving her the worried look.

  She bites her lip before letting go and whispering, “I know I’m on the pill but that isn’t always full protection against pregnancy. And with the both of you coming inside me…we haven’t mentioned…what if…I mean,” she stammers.

  “Alfie and I have had long discussions about possible children in our future,” Joaquin starts.

  I tuck myself back into my jeans and let her know, “We both would like to enrich our lives with a large family. Adopted, all his, mine, none of it matters except for the love and devotion to give a solid home and future to whatever lives would expand our family.”

  She covers her face with her hands. “You guys,” she grumbles through her fingers and I don’t know if she’s horrified or happy.

  Thank fuck Joaquin steps closer and pulls her hands away. “What’s wrong, baby cakes?”

  “Nothing,” she squeaks. “You guys are too freaking perfect and I’m waiting for the bubble to burst. How are your two still single? Womenless. Ugh, whatever!”

  A chuckle slips over my lips. “’Cause, we were waiting for you, Greta.”

  “Yes, we were,” Joaquin murmurs and gives her a sweet kiss.

  I step closer and he hands her to me so I can take her mouth. I end our kiss way too soon and when we’re all dressed and ready we head out of church. Not paying any attention to all the eyes focused on us, we drag our woman out of the clubhouse and head for our cabin.

  T
wo days pass where we enjoy our time together without any interference. Joaquin was able to take the first day off from work so we could be lazy and stay in bed most of the time. The second day I brought Greta to the stables and showed her my horses and the ones I worked with.

  The woman looks absolutely gorgeous on the back of a horse and it’s even more sexy to see how she handles a fifteen hundred pound horse between her legs. That’s how Joaquin found us when he finished working at the clinic. The two of us leaned on the fence, watching how Greta enjoyed riding bareback.

  It’s a stark contrast to what I’m feeling now. There’s a large pit in my stomach due to uncertainties and I want them dealt with. I left Greta and Joaquin in the cabin. They’re watching some sappy movie because Garrett texted me the president and VP of our other chapter arrived at the ranch.

  Stepping into the clubhouse the feeling of unease slides right off and I feel like a better man. The clubhouse is filled with my brothers and a handful of men from our other chapter. Weeks ago, I was in pain and bedbound. With solid determination from Joaquin and this bunch of crazy I managed to heal to a point where I needed Greta to give me the last push.

  Standing here, seeing my brothers laughing, and knowing I have two loving people waiting for me at home makes me realize a person like me isn’t better off alone. There are times when life gets crazy, balancing on a ship drifting toward disaster, a renegade with a loaded gun, living on the edge, or feeling like an outsider in the dark. But it only takes one moment in life to connect on a deeper level.

  I’m thankful for everything I’m connected with. And I’ll fight like hell to keep it this way. If I have to take more bullets to make sure everyone I love and care for are safe…so. Be. Fucking. It.

  “Alfie, you remember Figor, right? Ash too,” Weston says as he waves his fingers for me to get closer.

  Yeah, I remember Figor alright, but damn.

  “You’ve grown, brother,” I grunt as the fucker grabs me in a man hug and slaps my back.

  My shoulder screams at me. I might seem completely healed, but there’s still tissue inside overcoming the damage that was done due to a bullet ripping through it. But there’s no denying the friendliness of Figor.

  He might be as big as a house and as strong as a primal animal ready to face any enemy, but he’s also one of those people who can be a friend for life once you’ve gone through a moment where you really get to know one another.

  And we did, a few years back when we were still wrapped in illegal shit, until Weston pulled us out. But right when we were confronted by a rival MC, amidst bullet rain, in swoops Figor along with a few of his men and his trained dogs.

  Don’t let him catch you calling them dogs. According to him they are a special breed which are descendants of wolves, only bigger and stronger. Anyway, if it weren’t for him, his men, and pack, we wouldn’t have survived.

  We’ve met up a time or two since and I’ve even showed Joaquin some of their dogs since he loves animals and these are special and highly trained.

  “Long time, my friend,” Figor rumbles.

  He’s almost twice my size and that’s something since I’m a big fucker myself. I’m glad I left my heart at home so I don’t have to worry about him asking about either of them. I swear these guys are dipped in pheromones because if I remember correctly, all the women fell ass first to the ground with their legs spread wide wherever they made an appearance.

  I glance around and now realize none of the old ladies or hangarounds are in the clubhouse. I can’t help but snicker and shake my head. “Weston, did you rid the house of women to let these guys focus on the job at hand?”

  Weston gives me a hard stare.

  Ash snickers. “It was the first thing I said too. I was looking forward to some new sharable pussy.”

  Figor sticks his nose in the air and inhales deep. “Smell that? Alfie here reeks of two different people. Fucker has it made. Finally settled down completely, did you?” He shoots me a grin which I return.

  Damn, the fucker either is good at guessing or has the same nose as his dogs, to be able to smell both Joaquin and Greta on me.

  He slaps Ash on the back. “You’ll be drowning in pussy soon enough when we’re back home, brother. We need to deal with some business first. Which shouldn’t take too much of our time because the lack of sharable pussy indicated you guys have more old ladies and less free action.”

  “And not a single regret,” Roper grunts.

  Figor holds his massive hands up. “No offense there, VP. It’s all good. Hell, I envy you and yours. I’ll kiss the moon on the day I gladly hand over my balls when I find my mate for life.”

  “I hope you find your old lady soon enough,” Weston states. “Life changing. Not to mention the pain in the ass nights sitting up with babies and shit. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  “I hear ya,” Figor grunts. “Now, let’s get to the point. This fucker who put a rat bitch in our midst is now targeting you guys?”

  “Yeah.” Weston takes a seat on one of the couches in the main room.

  Since the large space is filled with only brothers, there’s no need to head into church. Besides, with the handful of bikers from the other chapter, church would be overly crowded.

  “Colt claimed the sister of another MC’s president and that’s how shit got started. The DEA had the Deranged Hounds MC under a microscope and when I sold them property–which was part of the deal we made with them to get Deranged Hounds to back off and leave Colt’s old lady alone–for one fucking dollar, it triggered the DEA to set their eyes on us. Even more when one of those Deranged Hounds fuckers went AWOL on a suicide mission in an effort to get to Colt’s old lady. I interfered in time but took three bullets and had to have surgery.”

  “Ah, hospitals report gunshot wounds, and you selling them property, it’s a direct link. But from what Weston said, this issue you guys have now is the same fucker who wanted to plant evidence with us? And he’s now trying to do the same with you?” Ash asks.

  “Matt Carlinck,” Decker says and hands Figor a file which he quickly glances over.

  “Same asshole,” Figor grunts and hands the file to Ash. “The woman he used with us was a fucking rookie. I could smell her fear from miles away. All it took was one harsh look and my fingers wrapped around her throat before she started to rattle how he blackmailed her into planting evidence. She didn’t get a chance, though. We let her go but the next day the DEA was all over our club grounds and hauling me off to prison for murder. Even if we had solid proof the woman left healthy and alive and none of us left the clubhouse that night, it took weeks for them to release me. And if you ask me? I think the fucker killed that woman himself in an effort to pin that shit on me.”

  “It earned him a bonus of some sorts. And now he’s looking for the same thing…higher up the food chain and he’s using Alfie’s old lady to do it,” Roper quips.

  “We should have killed him but it was a club decision to leave it alone,” Ash grumbles.

  Figor gives him a hard stare before locking eyes with Weston. “At the time we couldn’t use the heat. Shit was fucked up with me thrown in jail and them thinking we had some sort of dog breeding factory for dog fights or some illegal shit. All accusations were dropped and if we did kill that fucker we would have risked everything.”

  “Yeah, and with Matt getting a bonus, he got what he wanted and left you guys alone,” Decker sighs.

  “Exactly. And we have enough shit to deal with.” There’s a sly smile spreading his face. “Though, now we have everything rolling smoothly and some time to kill. I guess we can use it to visit a mutual acquaintance for old time’s sake.”

  Weston leans forward. “I don’t want a slaughterfest on our grounds.”

  “I have something else in mind.” Figor swings his head my way. “Your old lady, she’s the one working with Matt, right? Her partner?”

  I’m not liking the sound of this, and yet I don’t have another option but to nod. />
  “She up for helping us or are you keeping her locked away?” Figor questions.

  A surge of pride hits me. “She’s willing to help.”

  “Good.” Figor grins. “Because I believe she’s the key. We’ll do everything by the book and this time…it will be Matt who’s going to be swimming with the fishes while everyone thinks he simply ran off to escape prison time. Because for sure as fuck are we going to expose the fucker and send him running from the law. And then we’ll take care of the fucker.”

  I have to admit, “I sure am liking the sound of that.”

  Figor grabs my shoulder and gives it a rough squeeze. Fucking hell why does it have to be my recently injured one?

  “Then let’s get to it,” Figor grunts and drops his hand.

  I sigh in relief when the sting in my shoulder fades and hopefully it’s the start where every shitty thing our lives are wrapped in will start to fade from here on out. Because I need the future clear and wide fucking open to enjoy the hell out of it now that I found the right people to embrace life with.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  – GRETA –

  “Do you want to go over it one more time?” Decker questions and the man sitting beside him is staring at me too.

  I swallow hard and give the both of them a confident smile. “No, it’s all clear.”

  “Sorry we can’t be in the room with you,” Nick, the FBI agent sitting next to Decker, says.

  Decker snorts. “Me and Alfie will be in the bathroom and through the crack of the door we’ll be able to see and hear everything. We’re right there if things go to shit.”

  “I would be more at ease if we could do this the official way,” Nick grumbles.

  “You owe me,” Decker simply says.

  Nick shakes his head. “As a former agent you did a favor for the FBI, a protection job and you end up marrying the woman, Decker. I’d say you owe us. But it’s all good, we’re happy to take out a rotten person in a crucial position. I still can’t believe a DEA agent thinks it’s okay to plant evidence. Fucking hell.”