“Holy fuck! Ares, God!” I gasp, moaning loudly and 2 shoves his pants down.
His dick strains against his boxer briefs, begging to be let out to play. His irises darken as he watches Ares go to work. His hand finds the hard length, stroking over the material at the sight of us.
Ares sticks a long finger in my pussy and I clench around it. He releases a breathy groan into my center. Little vibrations run through me and I soak his hand with my spasms.
2 steps to the bed, planting one knee onto the mattress, ready to join in. He moves toward me swiftly, dips his head to my breast, and draws the tip through his thin white T-shirt I’d borrowed. My nipple puckers at the wet material and the scratchy sensation creates a wonderful friction.
“Fuck,” I moan and grip their hair in each of my hands.
2 pulls away, his face flushed and his eyes tell me he’s ready to ravish me. He removes my shirt, staring his fill.
I’m lying here completely naked and vulnerable in front of two beautiful men. One looks as if he was meant to be in Spartacus and the other like the bad boy your momma warned you about while growing up. I’m in awe and can’t wait to sample them together.
Ares pulls his finger out of me and replaces it with his tongue. His sweet, blissful mouth taking it’s fill, while giving me pleasure.
2 dips back down to taste and nibble on my right breast. Ares moves, licking and kissing up my torso until each of them have a mouthful of my breasts.
Fuck, it’s like heaven, to feel each tongue swirling, their mouths nipping and biting on my erect nipples, the caresses and rough hands. It’s too much, and my pussy clenches, begging for relief.
“Please,” I beg breathlessly, not above pleading if I have to.
Ares reaches below, pushing two fingers into my hot, wet core.
At the same time 2 caresses me, scooping some of my pussy juice onto his finger tips and then sticks them in my ass. The stretch and burn, the little zings of pain and pleasure have me igniting and exploding like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My pussy floods with wetness, making me moan incoherent ramblings through my pleasure. I stop coming and they both sit back.
Ares watches me while I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure.
2 Piece rubs his hand gently down my side and gives me a small smile. “You okay, Shorty?”
I nod my head. I’m incapable of speaking at the moment. They just rocked my world and they only used their mouths and tongues to do it. I will just say right now, there is nothing like two men at one time with their mouths on you. Holy fucking shit balls. I could kick myself now for not allowing this to happen sooner.
Ares grabs my hand, kissing it tenderly and I melt a bit. He’s wearing the sweetest expression I’ve seen from him before.
I give him a reassuring smile. I want him to know I’m okay with this and that I loved what just happened.
2 caresses my face and Ares lays over, rubbing his fingers through my hair. It’s so relaxing, I feel cherished and pampered. The liquor from earlier still thrums through my body; making my body and mind more comfortable and accepting of them both staring—taking me in.
I’m just going to close my eyes for a minute.
At least that’s what I tell myself as sleep and exhaustion overcomes me.
2 Piece
“Wake her up,” Ares grins mischievously.
“Fuck no; I’m not waking her up. She was shot today. If we aren’t careful, she’ll get skittish and leave.” I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she’s comfortable and happy. It’s the least she deserves after all the bullshit.
“Brother, my dick is hard as granite and that—just a few minutes ago—was hot as fuck.”
“Shh. You’re going to wake her up. It’ll happen, just give it some time. What we just showed her was perfect, she’ll want more,” I whisper and glare at his stubborn ass. If he wakes her up on purpose or by accident—doesn’t matter—I’m going to be pissed either way.
“Fine,” he huffs and starts getting dressed. “Make sure she’s okay in the morning, I don’t want her freaked out like she was the last time we tried to have fun with her. I like this one and she’s responsive to us both.”
“She’ll be fine. I’ll talk to her in the morning in case she’s tripping out.” He nods and we fist bump on his way out.
Pulling the covers back, I take her in. She’s so sensual, with her hair spread out on the pillow behind her. She’s peaceful with her hand tucked under the pillow beside her face.
Her tits are swollen and have little bites on them, proof of our fun. Following along the line of her smooth stomach, my eyes pause on her bare pussy lips next. Fuck, I want her bad.
I keep observing and get to the big white bandage on the side of her thigh. I can’t believe that shit happened. Damn it.
I have to get that piece of shit who hurt her. I’ll talk with the brothers more about it tomorrow to finalize the plans we made in church and to let Nikoli in on everything. It will be dealt with, that I promise.
Crawling into bed beside her, I’m careful not to rouse her too much with the dip I create in the mattress. Fixing the covers around her, I lay my hand over her waist. I want her to be comfortable but still be able to hold her while I sleep.
Taking a deep breath, I can’t help but think about how much I want the woman lying beside me, as I join her in blissful sleep.
Chapter 8
I wake up to Avery’s warm body sprawled all over me. She has her bad leg propped on top of mine and her arms wrapped around me like a little spider monkey. Closing my eyes, I relish the feeling for a few seconds. We haven’t gotten many moments like this during her visit. Normally there isn’t much going on when she’s here, so we can hang around and chill with each other.
My eyes pop open at the pounding coming from my door. That must be the reason I woke up in the first place.
“Wakey, wakey, printyessas,” Nikoli calls from the other side.
Fucking dick.
He’s going to wake Avery and she needs a lot of rest. I don’t want her up and hurting or questioning shit.
There’s more booming from him banging on the door. And I swear I’m going to punch that fucker again. I have a nice bruise on my cheek from his big-ass knuckles, but I’ll have the element of surprise this time.
I ease my way out from under her. It’s kind of hard with the grip she has on my hip though.
“Errm.” She stirs and I could kick that idiot for waking me up.
“Shh, baby, I’m going to the bathroom.”
I don’t know why I didn’t just tell her Niko’s at the door, maybe because I know she’ll let him in. I don’t want him in here when she’s lying naked in my bed. He may’ve seen her like this before, but not while I have her. She’s not actually mine, but I’m beginning to work on changing that.
Creeping over to open the door quietly, I’m met with a cheery and bright eyed Russian asshole. “‘Sup, biker, how was the night?”
“Shh, man, fuck. Shorty’s sleeping and she needs her rest.”
“Why, what’s wrong with her?” he grumbles angrily, glaring.
“Nothing’s wrong; she had a rough day yesterday and I want her to get the rest she needs.”
“Good, that is understandable.”
“Why are you banging on my door, anyhow?”
“I believe your Prez has told you to tell me plan, yes?” his accent heavy. .
“All right, hold up a minute. Let me get my pants.” I shut the door and put on last night’s jeans, a clean, black T-shirt and my cut. Then I run my hands through my hair, but there’s not much there to worry about in the first place.
Ugh, my body’s stiff.
I need to go work out; it’s been two days and I can tell the difference. Cain has a family now and still makes time to work out pretty much daily. I need to make it a priority again. I’ve been good about it this last week, but I need to become more devoted to it like he is.
I’m more t
he outside type to exercise anyhow; if it’s not too hot, that is. Here in Texas that’s only like three months out of the year. I enjoy doing manual labor and working out with the big ropes and tractor tires we have out back.
Slipping on my motorcycle boots over a fresh pair of socks, I check for my wallet. It’s still in my back pocket attached to my chain, so I’m straight. Hopefully, Avery’s still asleep.
“Okay, let’s go into the main room or the bar.” I mutter when I get back to the hall.
“As you wish.”
I follow as he heads toward the bar. “I need coffee first off. You want any?”
“No, I only like Bean’s coffee.”
“Yep, she’s good at that, huh,” I grunt gruffly. I wonder what else he likes about her. Bean? Who the fuck calls someone Bean, anyhow?
“Yes,” he says simply, and I check out his shirt as I come around the bar. It reads FBI, female body inspector.
“Humph,” I huff as I pass him and take a seat with a stool between us.
“No more bad blood between us, 2 Piece.”
“Oh yeah, how do you figure?” I mutter with a touch of hostility.
“Avery ask to back off you, so I agree. I do not mean to stand in your way. You could be her future. She cares for you, so I step back and be friendly.”
Great, he’s going to make me look like the asshole in this now. He was the dick first off by fighting with me, but now he plans to redeem himself it seems.
“How do I know if you’re genuine? You could be fake as fuck right now and bad mouthing me when you have her alone.”
He looks at me with confusion and annoyance.
“Look, I just call it like I see it,” I shrug, taking a large gulp of coffee and damn near burn my tongue off. I choke that shit down though. I won’t lo weak in any aspect in front of this blond-haired brute.
“I’m here to help you and to protect Avery. I have no reason to be misleading. I will simply say what I think to your face. Clearly I am not scared of you.” He nods toward my cheek where I have a dark bruise from the fight we got into.
Dick.
“Yes, and clearly, I’m not scared of your ass either,” I nod toward his forehead. It’s where the cut is right above his eyebrow, from one of my punches. I may not be the biggest guy around, but I’m not going to let anyone think they intimidate me. It’s probably stupid. I know Nikoli could most likely kick my ass. Being in the club life, though, you learn to stand up for yourself and not take any shit.
“Very good. Then we move past. I won’t speak of it again.”
I nod again, accepting the mutually agreed on terms. I catch him talking shit and stirring up drama with me and Shorty, then it’s on like fucking Donkey Kong.
“Yeah, cool. All right, so business. Prez has a plan. It’s going to entail Ares, Cain, Spin, Twist, Nightmare, Exterminator, and myself. Capone will make sure we have plenty of weapons or ammo—whatever we need. He’s also clearing out the barn at the pig farm to dispose of any leftovers.”
I take another drink of coffee, grunting a bit after it scalds my throat again. “Smiles and the other guys will hang around here. All our family members who’re close by will stay here with them, just in case the Twisted Snakes are up to something we aren’t aware of. We’ll call lockdown and the families will comply. They’ve been schooled in situations like this, so they won’t give us any hassles. Avery, on the other hand, may try to get involved and poke her little nose where it doesn’t belong. We can’t have that. We want to be ready on any front. These bastards are slimy and already hanging around town. After Avery’s shooting, it seems they don’t care if we’re in a public place or not.”
“Yes, I agree with you.”
“I need to make it known before I go any further into the details—the fucker who shot Avery is mine. I get to make him suffer for hurting her. It’s the least I can do, after her dealing with that shit while with me. The brothers have all acknowledged their acceptance on this, and I need you to do the same.” I regard him and wait for him to weigh in on everything I’ve just told him.
I need to make it crystal fucking clear to everyone—Joker’s ass is mine. I’m planning on making that motherfucker wish he was never born, from hurting Avery for no goddamn reason. They have no respect for family members and going after a President’s son clearly shows their lack of rules and discipline.
We bikers live by a code. At least most of us do. You don’t fuck with people’s families. It’s a no-go zone for most of the different clubs I’ve come across over the years.
“If you handle him, then I’ll accept this also. I told Avery I will give you a chance, and I mean it, I will.” He props his elbows on the bar and rubs the back of his neck.
“All right, cool.”
I go into details about what Prez wants us to do and what part each of us will play. Niko is mostly there to be muscle. We’ll have a lot of bodies to move—and quickly. We need the big guys and the mean fuckers for this mission. Those Twisted Snakes won’t know what the hell hit them before it’s too late.
Ares walks in as I’m finishing up telling Nikoli the plan. He pours himself a cup of coffee and stands on the other side of the bar, directly in front of us.
“Mornin’,” he grumbles.
“‘Sup, brother,” I greet and take a sip of my now normal temperature coffee.
“Good morning, Ares,” Nikoli replies with one of his usual formal responses. Fucker doesn’t call him princess like he did me.
I’m guessing when he learned English he didn’t get the condensed version. Everything’s drawn out and sounds elegant. We have an accent being in Texas; we shorten and cut up words, and basically have our own biker lingo. I’m surprised he even understands half the shit we say.
Ares sets his cup down and stands up straight. “You fill him in on the plan?” he mutters and glances my way, picking up that we’re talking business.
“Yep, sure did. We just finished discussing it when you walked in.” I lean back on my barstool and pop all my knuckles. I hate mornings; my body’s always so damn taut.
Nikoli’s chair makes a loud scraping sound as he stands. He pushes his chair back in and I smirk. He even has good manners, yet he’s a goddamn hitman for the Russian Mafia. I wonder if he sends his victims family’s a sympathy card as well?
No one talks about it, but Prez filled me in on Mr. Good ‘ol boy here. He’s Tate’s bodyguard/best friend and a trained hitman. There’s no fooling us with the formal language and suits, we see right through that shit.
Ares and I both watch as he straightens his goofy shirt, “I must go and change if we plan to have mission this evening. I will update Tate and then return in a few hours.”
He reaches his right hand out to me. I look down at it; fuck it. I reach out and shake his hand.
He smirks and then turns to Ares. “Nice day today, perfect to have your guns out.”
Ares cocks his head and looks at Nikoli as if he has lost his mind. “Pardon?” Ares asks gruffly.
“You know, your guns. Like, sun’s out, guns out?” he replies and squeezes his bicep.
Ares wears a forlorn expression and I chuckle. “Brother, he’s talking about you having your muscles out, like in a beater shirt or sumthin’.” I bark a loud laugh, picturing my brother in a shirt that reads, ‘suns out guns out’. I should have Avery order him one just to fuck with him about it.
After a beat, it clicks for Ares and he starts to chuckle as well. “Yeah, if I wear my wife beater I’ll have all the club cunts around here chasing me all day. Don’t want to make the other brothers jealous or nothing,” Ares grins good-naturedly and Niko laughs.
“Very good then. Later bikers.”
“Later.” We both respond in sync and Ares shakes his head at me in a chastising manner as soon as Niko’s out the door.
“Don’t fucking say it, brother.”
“What, man? I haven’t said shit.”
“It’s that look, I know you want to give me shit for
that whole wife beater convo’ we just had.”
“Nah, man, I’m straight. I know Niko says some off-the-wall shit like that sometimes. It’s all good.”
His brows go up pleased I’m dropping it. “Cool. How’s baby girl today?”
“She was still asleep when I left to come fill him in on all the shit happening.”
“All right, good. I don’t want her upset. We need to take her further next time. She’ll enjoy it, with how much fun she had last night.”
Taking the last swig of my coffee, I set the cup in front of Ares. He grabs it and places it in the sink for me.
Snickering, I stand and shrug, “Besides, we don’t have to worry anyhow. You can just pull your guns out and parade them shits around the club. Ha.” I burst into a fit of laughter and Ares glares at me. “Later, bro, I’m about to go check on Shorty.”
“Shut the fuck up about that conversation,” he grumbles and smirks. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Cool.” I continue to laugh to myself and make my way back to my room.
I know that fucker is flipping me off as I walk away. I can feel it boring into my back, begging me to turn around. It’s okay though; I’ll let him have that one because I have some good shit to give him a hard time about now.
Opening the bedroom door, my gaze shoots straight to the bed, but it’s empty. A bunch of rumpled black sheets and my grey comforter hanging off the bed from Avery’s wild sleeping habits are left in tow. Checking over the room I notice the bathroom door’s closed.
Hmm, she must be in the shower. Fuck yeah.
I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste, so I strip my clothes off, piece after piece as I make my way to the bathroom. I toss the bundle into the laundry hamper and reach for the door handle. I want to see her before she notices me.
Opening the door quietly so it doesn’t make any noise, I peek my head through the opening. I can’t see her from this position because of the shower door, so I scoot inside and close the door. Creeping through the tiny bathroom, I’m able to eventually make out Avery’s lightly tanned back through the foggy shower door.
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