by Dixon, Ruby
“The offer wasn’t for sweetbutt,” Gemini says in that low, growly voice that makes me wet. “If you’re ours, I’ll break the hand of another man that touches you.”
If you’re ours. I don’t miss that little clarification. If I say yes, tonight, I belong to both men. The flesh between my thighs is wet enough that I have to press my legs together, so I suppose I am, in fact, pretty damn aroused at the thought of being owned by both men.
Sucking in a steeling breath, I hitch up my skirt and flip up the back, showing them my rounded ass-cheeks and the red thong gliding between them. “Red, boys. Very red.”
“Fuck yeah,” says Domino. “Now you’re talking.”
I give them a saucy little wiggle. Whether I’m ready or not, I’m all in.
Tonight is gonna be fun. Very, very fun.
CHAPTER THREE
The night seems to drag on endlessly. I serve drink after drink, and shuttle snacks to tables. The tips are kind of sucking tonight, but they’re cash, so it’s not the worst in the world.
And I have company waiting for me to get off work.
Just the thought of the two men watching me as I bustle around the room is enough to keep my panties nice and wet throughout the night. It’s been a while since I’ve had nice, sweaty, filthy sex, and I can’t wait. As the night wears on, tables start to clear out, and pairs of men head out with women. Sometimes they head out with several women. I don’t judge—after all, I’m about to experience a little menage a trois myself.
The thought makes me shiver.
The place is nearly empty when I head over to the bar to chat with Cindy for a few minutes. No one’s ordering new drinks, and a few people have gotten coffee, so I know things are slowing down. I’ve kept Domino and Gemini busy with drinks, and they’ve switched to coffee, too. And, okay, them drinking coffee and watching me makes me wet all over again because now I know things are going down soon. I’m not tired, though. My feet hurt and it’s been a long night, but I’m wired. I’m itching to get off work and start round two for the evening.
“You still here, honey?” Cindy asks me. “Most of your tables have cleared out except for the two guys in the back.”
I look at the table she’s referring to, and it’s Gemini and Domino. As I look over, Domino wiggles his eyebrows at me. I wink back, and then turn to Cindy. “They’re waiting on me. We’ve slowed down. Think I can cash out and go?”
“Sure you can handle both of them?” Cindy raises an eyebrow.
“That’s the wrong question to ask,” I tell her with a grin. “You need to wonder if they can handle me.”
She laughs loud. “I’m guessing the answer to both those questions is ‘yes’.” But she lets me round up my remaining tables, switch with Betty, who’s closing the place, and then I cash out my tips for the evening and switch the smaller bills out for bigger ones.
Five minutes later, I’ve got my purse, and I’m breathless as I head back out to the two men. “Ready when you are.”
“Good,” Gemini says. They get to their feet, and he nods at Domino. “You’re packing double with him.”
I blink.
“Riding behind me?”
“Oh.” Heat steals over my cheeks. “Right. I forgot.” Maybe because it sounds so dirty. “I keep thinking I’m misreading you guys.”
“Then let me be very clear,” Domino says. He leans in close, so close that our noses are almost touching despite our height discrepancy. “We’re both going to fuck you tonight. Sometimes together, sometimes separate. But you belong to both of us until dawn. Understand?”
I swallow hard. Well, he definitely doesn’t mince words. “Yep.”
“Still on board?” Gemini asks as he moves past.
“Yep,” I repeat.
“Then let’s head out,” Domino says, and he steers me toward the door.
Chrome has a long parking lot. Whereas most shopping centers have a square parking lot, Chrome’s got more of an alley that snakes along the front of the building and then wraps along the back. There are two impressive Harley Davidsons in the front of the building, though, and as I suspect, they belong to these two men. No one hands me a helmet—I guess that sort of thing isn’t done—and I climb behind Domino after he gets on.
We ride for at least a half hour, over to the next city. Gem rides side by side with Domino’s bike the entire time, and they eventually turn off the highway and down a country road, which surprises me. It’s completely dark, which means we’re far out of the city, and then we turn down a gravel road. I’m starting to wonder if this is where they’re going to bury my body (and I’ve made a terrible mistake) when a ranch-style house appears in the distance, the porch lights on. It’s large for a ranch house, but it has tons of coziness to it. There’s a wrap-around porch with knotted oak banisters, a front bench made out of wagon wheels, and I can hear dogs barking in the distance.
Dom slows his bike and the garage door opens automatically, and as we pull in, I see two cars. Both men park their bikes in the third space, and the garage is full of neatly lined-up power tools on the wall. I don’t know what kind of residence I was expecting for biker guys, but this isn’t it.
“Off you go,” Domino says, patting my bare thigh.
I swing my leg over the bike and wait, clutching my purse. This is all...domestic. Oh shit. Have I been brought home to beard for them? Am I not getting laid after all? Because other than pawing me a bit, no one’s really grabbed me much. My eyes widen as Gemini heads for the door and Domino looks over at me.
I hesitate. “You two gay for each other?”
Domino’s lips twitch with laughter as Gemini ignores me and heads into the house. “The streams don’t cross, babe. This is just how our club works. We work together, we ride together, we fuck together. We’re all about teamwork.”
“Teamwork,” I echo.
“Harkens back to our military days,” he says, then gestures at the door. “You want to go in and have a drink? Or you chickening out on us?”
I snort and stride past him. “If I don’t get two dicks tonight, I’m going to be pretty disappointed, just so you know.”
Domino laughs. “I can assure you, Kitty, that we want that as much as you do.” His hand goes to my back as I pass by him, and then it cups my butt as I step through the doorway and into the kitchen of the house. “You ever fuck two men at once before?”
“Nope,” I say, peering around at the house. “But I like a challenge.”
“A challenge,” Domino chuckles. “I like you, honey. You’ve got a fun mind.”
I just grin at him. It’s hard not to be at ease when Domino smiles at you.
The house is spotless inside, which makes me feel a lot more relaxed. The interior is done in a vaguely western motif, with big leather couches, wrought-iron decorations on the stucco walls, and a cheery saltillo tile. It looks more like a dude ranch than a biker haven. I wander through the kitchen, noting the clean appliances and marble countertops, and then start opening doors to satisfy my curiosity.
“Make yourself at home,” Gemini says gruffly.
I plan on it. Mostly because I’ve gone with two strangers out into the middle of nowhere so we can fuck, and I’m going to make sure there’s nothing crazy going on. The fact that they’re letting me explore to my leisure is a big point in their favor, though. That means they have nothing to hide. So I open closets and guest bathrooms to my heart’s content. I see one bedroom that has a few masculine touches and a guitar in the corner. The next room is a bit messier, with a TV on a dresser and some photographs on the walls. The bed is unmade. When I find the master bedroom, I’m confused all over again. The bed is massive, with a padded leather headboard and a thick golden coverlet. More Southwest art decorates the walls, and there are three pillows intended for three heads. This must be where Domino and Gemini sleep.
So if that’s the case, who’s sleeping in the other rooms?
I walk back out to the kitchen, perturbed. Domino’s getting a beer from
the fridge and Gem’s leaning against the counter, all tension despite his casual pose. “There’s three bedrooms.”
“Lots of houses have three bedrooms,” Gem says in that growly voice of his.
“No, I mean, who’s sleeping in all these rooms? I assume you two have the master, so—”
“You sure do ask a lot of questions,” Gemini tells me. Domino simply takes a swig of his beer.
“Darn right. Two’s company, three’s a crowd. Four means I don’t have enough holes for this party.”
At my words, Domino spews beer all over the counter, and then wipes his mouth, laughing. “Damn, she’s got a sassy mouth,” he says to Gemini.
Gemini’s still stone faced, but I’m pretty sure his expression has softened a bit as he regards me. “Master bedroom’s only used when we have ‘company’ over.”
Ah. I can guess what kind of company that is. “Female company,” I state.
“Ayup,” Gemini says. “We don’t snuggle otherwise.”
“Yeah, Gem’s a fan of sticking his cold feet on you,” Domino says with a teasing look. Gem merely reaches over and socks him in the arm.
“So the three of us are bunking in the master?” I ask, curious.
“For the foreseeable future,” Gemini says.
I blink in surprise at that. “I thought this was a hookup.”
Gemini strides forward, grabs one of my bright red pigtails, and flicks it over my shoulder. He studies me in a hot, sultry way that makes my skin feel as if I’m being caressed, even though he hasn’t touched me. “We don’t hook up.” His hand moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me closer, until my hands go to the front of his cut and he’s so close I can smell his skin. And he smells really damn good. “Dom and I, we see something we like, and we claim it.”
I lick my lips, my focus on his mouth that’s mere inches from mine. “Well, that’s going to stop if you’re keeping me.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You think you can boss us around?”
“In the bedroom? Yes.”
This time, Gemini’s mouth quirks on one side in an almost-smile, and I like seeing that. I’ll break him down yet. “You plan on bossing me in bed, Kitty?”
I plan on doing all kinds of filthy things in bed, actually, and I’m just about to say so when my traitorous stomach growls. Both men look at me, and I sigh. “Well, that’s embarrassing.”
“When’s the last time you ate?” Domino asks.
“Three?”
“Damn, girl, it’s one in the morning and you worked all night.” Domino immediately pulls out a skillet and opens the fridge. “We need to get some protein in you so you’ve got energy for tonight.” He tosses a carton of eggs on the counter. “Gem, you too?”
“Ayup,” Gem says. “Thanks, man.”
“No sweat.” Dom starts to crack eggs in a bowl, and pulls out a green pepper and some mushrooms, and starts to chop them. “We’ll make you an omelet, Kitty, unless you want something else.”
“An omelet would be awesome,” I tell him. I’m a little touched by his concern. My last boyfriend never cared. Even if I worked twelve hours, he’d always ask me to fix him a sandwich, not the other way around. It’s nice to sit at the big wooden table across from Gemini and have someone wait on me instead of the other way around.
Dom keeps the conversation flowing while he tosses food into the skillet and then stirs it. He’s an amusing guy, with a quick wit and an ever-ready arsenal of topics. Gemini’s the quieter one, only occasionally chipping in to the conversation, but I know he’s taking in all of it. He just chooses not to chat if he doesn’t have to. Then, Domino presents the food and we tuck in. It’s every bit as delicious as it smelled, and I inhale mine in a matter of minutes. It strikes me as a strange scenario—I’ve gone home with two men who promised to fuck me silly and instead they’re fixing me food at one in the morning. But I don’t mind, because breakfast was incredible. I eat every bite and sip the bottle of water I have at my side.
The men eat just as fast as I do (thank goodness) and then Gem takes the plates and puts them in the sink. It’s like they have their own little system going. Domino cooks and Gemini cleans up after him. I watch them for a moment and I wonder why they’re named what they are. “So...what’s with the names?”
Domino just grins at me over his shoulder as he puts away the ingredients back in the fridge. “Road names, babe.”
“Yeah, but why are you Domino?”
“Cuz when I was in Iraq, me and the boys used to play a fair amount. And I always won.” Dom shuts the fridge and gives me a cocky look.
“And cuz he didn’t want to be called ‘Cheater’,” Gem grumbles. “Cuz that’s the only other thing he did half as much. He cheated at dominos.”
Dom just winks at me.
“So you guys served together?”
“Yup,” Dom says.
I look over at Gemini. “So how’d you get your name?”
Gem just gives me an arch smile.
“He doubles up on everything,” Dom says, ruining the suspense. Gem elbows him.
I giggle. I’m enjoying their teasing camaraderie.
“So,” Gem says. “How come you’re called Kitty if your real name’s Tamra?”
I’m actually called Kitty because I used to meow at people when I was a kid (I was a ham). But I simply grin at Gem and lift my water bottle to take another sip. “Why am I Kitty? Because I like to be petted?”
Gem’s eyes darken with interest. “Drink fast, because we’re about to fuck the hell out of you.”
Oh, hello raging hormones. I take another sultry sip of my water and then put the lid on the bottle. “I want to brush my teeth. Can I steal your bathroom?”
“As long as you promise not to take too long,” Dom murmurs.
“You two brush your teeth, also,” I tell them, using my best sassy voice. “I plan on making good use of those tongues.” And I saunter away before we can get carried away, because I really do want to brush my teeth. Nothing will kill the mood faster than kissing leftovers. I head to the bathroom in the master suite, and lock the door. Now I can snoop to my heart’s content. I poke through drawers and cabinets, looking for red flags. Things like herpes meds, or a box of tampons are definite red flags. But there’s nothing in here but aftershave, soap, toothpaste, and the biggest bottle of lube I’ve ever seen.
All righty, then. These men mean business. And that excites me, honestly. They’ve been utterly forward with their wants, and I’m excited at the prospect of seeing things through. I grab the tube of toothpaste, squirt a line onto my finger, and then finger brush with enthusiasm, followed up by mouthwash. As I do, I hear the two men talking and they’ve entered the other room. They’re just waiting on me now.
When I’m minty fresh, I ponder my entrance. I want to show these men that I can hang with their sexy games. That I’m not overwhelmed despite being a double-penetration virgin. So I strip out of my panties and my flippy little skirt. I take off my top and my bra, and set my clothes in a neat pile. I remove my shoes, wiggle my toes, and then study my naked body in the mirror. The only thing I’m still wearing are my ponytail holders. Those can go, too, I decide, and tug them free.
I touch a hand to the trimmed curls between my legs. God, I am positively soaked with excitement. I’m practically squirming with anticipation as I unlock the door and then open it.
Since I have a flair for the dramatic, I pose in the entryway of the bathroom. My hands push against the doorframe and I cock one hip, and let them look their fill at me. I have a decent face, but I know I’ve got a great body. Genetics have been awesome to me, and my breasts are a good size with small, upturned nipples. My figure is more hourglass than anything, and I’ve got a great, firm ass built like a shelf. I’m also a natural redhead. Maybe all of those things make up for my pimpled, braces-ridden teenage years. Whatever it is, I’m rocking things now.
Both men stare as I pose. I flutter my lashes and I’m pleased to see Gem swipe a hand ove
r his mouth as if wiping away drool. Domino’s just grinning like a madman.
“So,” I say casually. “Shall we get started?”
“Damn, I like the way you roll,” Dom says. He begins to pull off his clothing even though Gem just stands there, gazing at me with hooded eyes. Then, he reaches for his cut, too.
“Nu-uh,” I say as they start to undress. “I want to unwrap you two like presents.” And I stride forward. “You just stand there and look pretty.”
I head for Dom first, since I get the vibe that he’s the laid back laughing one for a reason. I push his hands away from his cut and tug it off his shoulders, revealing a plain white shirt underneath and shoulders that seem broader than I originally thought. Well, hello mama. I carefully fold his cut over my arm and then hesitate. It’s covered in patches and the joker-over-crossed-swords of the Butchers. I don’t know much about the Lifestyle despite working in a biker bar the last 2 months, but I do know that a man’s cut is important. So I ask, “Where should I put this?”
“On the chair,” he tells me, scratching his chest through his t-shirt. His gaze is on my swaying breasts and he looks as if he wants to reach out and touch me, but he’s holding back. Good man. So I carefully place it on a nearby chair, and then head over to Gem. He’s so much harder to read than Domino is, but it just makes me eager to learn more about him. I stand in front of him to slide my hands under his cut and push it off his shoulders, and the movements let my breasts sway against his chest. He’s wearing a dark plain t-shirt and I wonder for a moment if they dress like this on purpose—good cop/bad cop. But that seems far too deliberate. I treat his cut with the same care that I gave to Domino’s and then turn back to them, tapping a finger on my lips as I pretend to consider what to remove from their bodies next. “Now, shall I go straight to pants, or should I savor things and continue on with accessories?”