Alphas Prefer Curves

by Unknown

  Hunter nodded and rolled to his feet, padding silently to the whiskey bottle where he, bypassing the glass, swigged from the bottle before handing it off to Jax and saying, “Honey, you were made for two men. That ain’t no lie. You took both cocks like a pro.”

  She blushed furiously. Had he just said that? Good God. “Thank you — I think.”

  Jax rose and grabbed a towel to hand to her. She accepted it and wiped herself but honestly, there was something perversely arousing about the idea of walking out of this place wearing their scent. Was she permanently ruined? Would she always crave two men now that she’d tasted the forbidden fruit? She blushed again. Well, something told her there was no going back to guys like Teddy that was for sure. “Why was this guy Dimas sending you a prostitute?” she asked, curious.

  “Because Dimas is in charge of the club girls,” Hunter answered, swigging the bottle. His body was something of an adult playground, all hard and chiseled with various tattoos marking his skin here and there. She itched to touch each one with her tongue. “So…why don’t you just tell your editor that you want better assignments?”

  “I’ve tried,” she answered glumly, remembering how dismissive her editor had been when she’d broached the subject. “He doesn’t think I can handle being an investigative journalist. He says I’m too soft. But he’s wrong! I can handle anything and I’m terribly tenacious. No one but me connected the dots between The Kings and the Simms, although I was kinda surprised because it seemed pretty obvious.”

  “Honey, maybe no one wanted to connect those dots. The thing is you’re poking around in a world you know nothing about. It could get you killed.”

  “I can handle myself. I got myself into this room, didn’t I?”

  “By sheer luck,” Jax told her. “The only reason we didn’t toss you right back out was because you were hot and we were horny. Rough truth, babe.”

  Ouch. That stung a bit. “Okay, fine, but I still got in.”

  “No,” Hunter corrected her. “We got in…you got fucked. Listen to us when we say to back off this insane idea you have to go undercover on a story that will get you nowhere but the morgue. There are some vicious guys out there who would enjoy taking their sweet time stripping the pretty skin from your bones and I’m not saying that just to scare you off…it’s the truth.”

  That stilled Zoe’s tongue for a moment. She certainly didn’t want to die. Maybe they were right and she was biting off more than she could chew. It sucked to admit but she supposed she could find a different story to chase down, maybe start digging into a cold case or something. When she found her voice again, she said, “So what’s your story? You don’t seem the hardened bikers I thought you were. You seem pretty decent.”

  “Looks are deceiving, chicklet,” Hunter answered darkly. “Don’t go painting us in a favorable light just because we made you come a few times. We’re as bad as you imagined we might be.”

  “Um, can you elaborate for me?” she asked, pushing for details. Just how bad were they talking? Somehow she couldn’t accept that, maybe because of what they’d just shared but she sensed goodness in them both. Maybe she was acting like one of those Too-Stupid-To-Live women in horror movies who ran through the darkened forest in heels while the monster chased her or entered dark basements with a glitchy flashlight to investigate that “weird growling noise” but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from believing that beneath all that rough exterior was a heart of tarnished gold. Okay, now that the thought had raced across her brain she had to admit maybe she was just marinating in post orgasmic bliss like they’d said.

  “I could but I won’t.”

  She frowned. “Well, how am I supposed to come to my own conclusion about how bad you are if you won’t share details?”

  “It’s not up to you to decide. We’re deciding for you,” Jax said, reaching for the bottle. “Sweetness…there’s a world out there that doesn’t play by the rules you’re used to. Where the people with the guns make the rules and we discovered it was better to be the ones controlling the guns so we didn’t end up eating a bullet ourselves. Being the king is better than the peasant, you know? And when you’re the king, you have to make hard choices.”

  She nodded, wondering what kind of world Jax and Hunter lived in. Zoe couldn’t help herself and asked, a bit sheepishly, “Do you have a girlfriend? Someone special waiting for you at the end of the night?”

  “Do you mean, after fucking you, am I going to go home to a wife, still wearing your juices so I can fuck her, too?” Jax asked, his eyes glittering in the dim light. She swallowed and jerked a nod. He leaned back with a short smirk before answering, “No. No wife. No girlfriend. No attachments.”

  She looked to Hunter. “And you?”

  “Same. In this life, attachments are liabilities, especially when they’re as pretty as you.”

  He thought she was pretty. Not ‘pretty for a fat girl’ but flat out, pretty. A genuine smile warmed her lips. “You don’t have to say that. I know I’m not conventionally good-looking.”

  “Says who?” Jax countered, his hand going to his cock to stroke it lightly back to life. “My cock says otherwise. My cock says you’re the prettiest woman around with the sweetest pussy. How about you, Hunter?”

  “My cock agrees.”

  Oh lord. “You know how to sweet talk a girl,” she said, laughing to cover her embarrassment but inside she was also preening like a peacock at having these two gorgeous men talk to her like that. Take that, Teddy, you tiny dick, asshole. “Do you say that to all the girls you bring back here?”

  “No. Usually, we bend them over the nearest surface, fuck ‘em hard and then send them on their way with a little cash for their trouble. Most times we don’t even look at their faces.”

  “Oh. Why was I different?”

  “Good question. I don’t know. There was something about you. Something sweet. Reminded me that we haven’t touched anything sweet in a long time,” Jax answered in a reflective tone that tugged at her heart for some reason.

  “I guess I’m not so sweet any longer,” she mused with faint amusement. “Because you can’t do what we just did and retain that quality, right?”

  “Wrong. You’re still sweet enough to eat. I’m going to dream of your pussy tonight, honey,” Jax assured her, going to fold her into his arms. She went willingly, even if she was a little unsure of what was happening between them. “You know, you took a big risk coming here. There are people who might take your visit as a threat if they knew who you truly were.”

  She gulped, swallowing. “I know. I have a bad habit of leaping before looking.”

  “Well, check that shit because it’s going to land your pretty ass in a sling one of these days,” Jax told her. “There’s a world of bad people just outside that door and the only reason you’re safe in here is because we’re worse.”

  Visions of being body dumped jumped to mind and she trembled a little in his arms. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked.

  “Not my style to kill women,” Jax answered, nuzzling her neck again. “Men are a different story.”

  She shuddered, unable to reconcile what he was doing to her and the frank information he was sharing. Had he just admitted to being a killer? The man holding her so tenderly, so sweetly was just as capable of pulling the trigger to end a life. She looked to Hunter and sucked in a tight breath when she saw him fully erect again. She whimpered as Jax walked her over to Hunter and settled her between his thighs. “I want to watch you take a cock in your mouth,” he told her softly. “Has a man come in your mouth, sweetheart?”

  “N-no,” she answered, allowing Jax to gently push her head toward Hunter’s straining member. She enveloped the head of his cock and gagged a little when his enormous cock banged the back of her throat.

  “That’s it, sweetness,” Jax encouraged her, smiling with approval as she took Hunter fully into her mouth, slowly gaining a rhythm. “Caress his balls, that’s nice. How’s she doing?”

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�Excellent,” Hunter answered, his voice tight. “God, her mouth…I’m not going to last very long.”

  Bent over as she was, Jax had a great view of her backside and she hoped he liked what he saw. She had little time to wonder when she felt Jax push himself inside her pussy. Sucking and moaning, she took both men once again, only this time it was her mouth and pussy that took their hot lengths. If she’d known pleasure like this were possible, she would’ve been a raging whore all through college. Zoe thrilled at the feeling of being an insatiable sex-a-holic, if that was a thing. She loved being the vessel for their seed. Soon enough Hunter stiffened and his hips thrust wildly even as he held her head in place, jackhammering into her mouth as if he were doing it to her core and she loved it. Yeah, loved it. Who knew! Warm, salty fluid flooded her mouth and she had no choice but to gulp it down or else it would drip from her lips and spill all over the place. She took long hard swallows, milking his cock for everything he had to give until he was jerking and moaning before pushing her gently off his rod. His cock dribbled and pulsed as he came down off the incredible orgasmic high and she swelled with pride knowing that she’d brought him to this shuddering end. But her moment of glory was soon eclipsed by the pleasure Jax was giving her as he pounded her hard, suddenly wrenching her hair back, shocking her with the measured violence. The pain mixed with the pleasure and she groaned deep in her throat, still tasting Hunter in her mouth as Jax fucked her with a savagery that almost scared her. “I might never get enough of this pussy,” he warned her, his voice husky and low as their bodies slapped together. She moaned deep in her throat while Hunter fondled her breasts and watched the show. “Good God….she’s so tight and wet!”

  “Give it to her, boy,” Hunter encouraged, grinning while all she could do was take the sexual frenzy that was building to a beautiful crescendo. “Fuck her good, Jax. She needs this.”

  How did he know that this was exactly what she needed? The brutality, the sweetness…the carnal perversion! She wanted it all. “Yesss!” Everything converged in one final glorious sunset of pleasure and she shattered like a seasoned whore and seconds later Jax followed, filling her channel with his sweet cream, bathing her insides with his slippery fluids until he fell away from her, nearly falling on his ass from the exertion. She collapsed in Hunter’s arms and he cradled her while his brother’s semen leaked from her well-used body onto his bare thigh. “I can’t take anymore,” she gasped, tears spilling from her eyes, springing from an unknown place. She curled into Hunter’s arms and shuddered as the remnants of her pleasure echoed in her nerve endings. “You’ve ruined me for any other man. I swear it. I can’t believe how I feel right now. I never imagined that walking through that door would change me so viscerally,” she cried, hiccupping as the emotion crested over her in a wave. “Am I losing my mind? What is wrong with me?”

  “Shhhh, nothing is wrong, sweetheart,” Hunter assured her with a kiss. “Nothing at all.”

  Jax joined them on the sofa, falling heavily beside Hunter, still breathing hard. “Did I hurt you, baby girl?” he asked, pushing a tendril of hair away from her flushed face. “You were perfect. So sweet. I think I’m addicted.”

  She shook her head. “No. I’m not hurt.”

  “Good,” he breathed in relief. “Good.”

  Jax and Hunter exchanged looks that she didn’t understand but she soon would when a loud banging at the door caused her to jump. “Dimas is here,” a voice Zoe recognized as belonging to the burly man who’d thrust her into this room sounded from the other side.

  “Party time is over,” Hunter said with a sigh, moving from the sofa to grab his pants and quickly put them on. He tossed Jax his pants as well as Zoe’s clothes. “Once word spreads that you’re not from Dimas…things are going to get edgy.”

  “What’s going to happen?” she asked, clutching at her clothes, shaking with true fear. While Jax and Hunter might not hurt her, she had no doubt that whoever this Dimas was wouldn’t hesitate once he realized she’d used him to gain access to The Kings inner sanctum. “What should I do?”

  Hunter brushed a quick kiss across her lips and motioned for her to dress quickly. “Jax will take you out the back door. No one knows you’re here. You can leave without being noticed. I’ll deal with Dimas.”

  She opened her mouth but Jax silenced her with a deep kiss that shocked her to her toes. “What was that for?” she asked, a little wobbly in the knees.

  “Something to remember me by,” he told her with a short devilish grin. As if she’d ever forget this night. Not possible. He grasped her hand and started to pull her toward the back door but Hunter bounded up to her and jerked her into his arms for a searing kiss that was as desperate as it was delicious.

  “And something to remember me by,” he told her softly and she melted just a little. “Now get out of here before the bullets start flying.”

  Zoe jerked a short nod and allowed Jax to pull her from the room and out a hidden back door. The cold night air bit at her cheeks and went straight up her short skirt, slapping against the wetness remaining on her thighs, reminding her of what’d been done to her in the space of one night.

  “Where’s your car?” Jax asked, scanning the dirt parking lot. She pointed at the small, unassuming sedan beneath the one streetlamp casting a weak umbrella of light in the otherwise dark dirt lot and he hurried over to it. She climbed inside the car and stared up at the man who’d given her a glimpse of a wild life that she never truly appreciated existed beneath the veneer of polite society and wondered how she could spin this experience into something fit for print. “Stay sweet, sweetheart,” he told her, chucking her chin gently. “And stay away from bikers like me and Hunter — they’ll only drag you down.”

  Impossible. They’d lifted her up. She was different, more worldly after a few hours spent in their arms. She’d forever crave their touch…always remember how it felt to be desired by men like them.

  And she knew there was no cure for that particular addiction.

  Zoe didn’t know what she was going to write about but she did know she was sinfully ruined in the best possible way.

  It wasn’t until she was back at her own apartment, showered and tucking herself into bed with total exhaustion that she knew without a doubt that no matter the risk…she was going to dig into the Simms case…if only to find out more about Jax Traeger and Hunter Ericksen.

  FOUR

  Jax had barely returned from the back door when Dimas entered the room with a two club girls on each arm. After the sensual feast they’d enjoyed with Zoe, the club girls looked downright anemic — flat, little titties and even flatter asses — with pocked faces from too much meth in their lifetime and lank blonde hair that was fried on the ends. In spite of all that they weren’t ugly, just hard and used…and definitely not to his tastes after sampling the sweetness of a certain reporter who didn’t have enough sense to be scared of them.

  “See? I told you I’d deliver,” Dimas said smugly, offloading the two grinning women toward Jax where they quickly draped themselves over him, purring and giggling like schoolgirls, one going so far as to grope his groin in search of his dick. “That girl can suck the chrome off a ball hitch,” he promised, settling in a chair and snagging the whiskey bottle. “What do you think? Want to give her a spin? Club discount, as always.”

  Hunter took a seat at the small poker table with a second bottle of whiskey in front of him and one of the women immediately detached from Jax to edge her way into his lap, saying with breath that reeked of cigarettes and booze, “I’m down for whatever you want, big boy. I’ve heard stories about the way you fuck and I’m ready to see for myself what all the hype is about.”

  Dimas, a man they’d known for many years and considered a friend, grinned wide and knowing as he enjoyed watching his club girls do their thing. It was his job to manage the women and thus far, he’d never disappointed. Of course, Dimas made a killing with his whores but Hunter and Jax didn’t mind paying the man for his service to th
e club because it kept the guys out of trouble and satisfied. A man with a well-milked cock was far more chill than a man all juiced up with blue balls so yeah, Dimas’ girls were a solid investment most times. But tonight…neither Hunter nor Jax were interested and Dimas was quick to notice their disinterest. He snapped his fingers and both women stopped their attempts at getting either men’s attention and looked fearfully at Dimas, waiting. “Go find someone else to blow…me and the boys got business to deal with,” he said roughly and they scuttled from the room like frightened goats. Once the room was clear, Dimas tipped the bottle up and finished off what was left, saying as he wiped his mouth, “Seems like someone has already taken the edge off. Want to tell me who the girl was?”

  “Which girl would that be?” Jax asked with a lazy shrug. “I have a tendency to lose count.”

  “I’m not talking about a club whore…I’m talking about the chick playing at being a whore. No one claims to be one of mine unless I’ve vetted them — I have a reputation to uphold and no one is going to fuck with that without paying the price.”

  “Relax Dimas, no one is screwing with your rep,” Hunter said, bored as he cracked open the second bottle. “Have a drink, calm down.”

  Dimas’ narrowed stare didn’t soften as he said, “Where is she? I know a woman came in and no one has seen the girl leave.”

  “Careful, Dimas,” Jax said, his tone dangerously soft. “You’re in my house, remember? Whether or not we were entertaining a woman in here is none of your goddamn business and neither is where she went. You feeling me?”