by Sadie May
Dirty Hands
Sadie May
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Dirty Ride
Chapter One
Dirty Hands
By Sadie May
Chloe
Well fuck! I don’t swear very often but this is really bad. My Volkswagen Beetle has broken down in the middle of nowhere. I don’t even know exactly where I am because I had gotten lost in a daydream. All right, it was more of a sex fantasy where these two guys take me hard. I know it’s not a normal daydream. But it’s been a long time since I’ve had a good ride and at some point, it’s like I needed twice the testosterone in my dreams.
I keep imagining that one guy bends me over something… a couch, a bed, the kitchen counter, and takes me hard from behind, his fingers working my clit as he pumps in and out of me. Then, let’s say his friend, finds us. I can’t help it, I’m so horny, I beckon him over and before I know it, a second fat cock is filling my mouth. I’m moaning around it as I swallow it down, an epic orgasm building inside till I come all over the cock inside me. They both fill me with their cum till I’m full and, for the first time in forever, satiated.
So anyway, I am on some route in upstate New York, and I’m fantasizing so I don’t know exactly where I am. There isn’t a house in sight or any other type of building. It’s cold today, even for November, though maybe it’s always this cold in New York, how should I know? But my buttery leather jacket isn’t even close to enough to break the wind.
I pull out my phone but I’ve got no bars, which I completely expected but I was kinda hoping, you know? It is upstate New York.
My sister lives like an hour and half from here, or at least I think she does. I’ve got hand written directions because she told me service would be shit. I didn’t have anywhere else to go for Thanksgiving, though. My mom and asshole stepdad are off in the Bahamas or someplace like that.
I’m going to school down in Baltimore for nursing and I’m almost done. I broke up with my boyfriend last spring, I just wasn’t feeling it. He got meaner the longer we were together, always putting me down. Plus, I’m pretty sure he was cheating. We stopped having sex long before I finally ended it, hence the crazy testosterone-driven daydreams.
I didn’t have anywhere else to go for the holiday when my sister asked me to come up for Thanksgiving. I know she wants me to find a job close by and come live here. I’m considering it, I need something to ground me. But this is not a good start. No cell service, no people, and a broken down car.
At least I’ve got rations in the back. Water, twinkies, and bourbon. I know I am supposed to stay in the car and wait to be rescued, but after two hours the sky is getting darker. I am almost tempted to get out and see how far it is before I find a house or something when I hear the rumble of an engine.
Snapping open my door, I get out, expecting a car to be on me any second. When it doesn’t come, I squint my eyes down the road as the engine gets louder and louder. Is it a truck or something? Finally, not one, but two bikes come into view. They have the high handle bars that tell me they are choppers. I can already see that the guys on them are huge. Not fat but broad shoulders and super muscular.
They’ve got those skull caps for helmets and they’re in t-shirts, for crying out loud, as I shiver in my jacket. Their glasses and helmets hide their eyes and hair but even from here I can see one is lighter skinned while the other is darker.
I wave my arms, like my Beetle isn’t going to attract their attention and relief washes over me as they slow down and come to a stop beside me. That is until they climb off the bikes and start removing their helmets. They are even bigger than I thought, maybe six-four and over two hundred pounds each. They’ve got grease stained jeans and hands to match as they take off their sunglasses and turn to me.
That’s when I notice that they are gorgeous. One is blonde with classic good looks. Sharp blue eyes pierce into mine and full sensuous lips curve into a smile. I look at the other one and he is all dark hair and chocolate eyes with sharp features that look so good on him.
I realize that my mouth is hanging open so I snap it closed only to open it again to start babbling. “Thank you for stopping. My car broke down and my phone isn’t working. It’s been hours and I was worried I would be stuck here for the night.”
The blonde one’s grin turns sympathetic. “No problem at all. What’s your name?”
I hesitate. I really appreciate them stopping but they’re strangers and I am wondering if it’s a bad idea. “Chloe,” I finally say, deciding the rules don’t currently apply.
“I’m Noah and this is Liam. Nice to meet you Chloe.” He steps a little closer. “Why don’t you pop the hood and I’ll take a look. We’re mechanics. Or we were till we started building bikes.”
“That would be so great,” I gush as I start climbing back into the driver’s seat. I am so relieved to have some help, I can’t even worry about them being serial killers. It’s only when I’m in the car that I realize I have no idea how to pop the hood. “Um,” I start as my eyes fly around the dash. “How do you pop the hood?”
They both laugh, an amused chuckle really as the dark one swaggers over to my car’s open door. The movement of his hips is hypnotic, like sex in a walk and I feel my insides clench, my thighs pressing together. I really shouldn’t have been having all those daydreams. Honestly, they’ve got my motor running and this guy’s hips are like high test fuel.
He leans in toward me and his face in inches from mine. He smells amazing, like a man, all fresh air, and musk with a hint of pine. This is why people like upstate New York. The pine trees. I’m trying to clean up my thoughts, okay? As his eyes crinkle in amusement, I have this momentary feeling like’s he’s going to kiss me and I swear, my lips part and go all soft, like they are ready for him. Which is crazy. I don’t do that sleeping around thing. I keep my dirtiness to fantasies only.
But he turns away and pulls a lever by my knee. His hand reaching towards my leg nearly causes me to jump. I can’t tell if I’m scared or if I am dying for him to touch me but I’m pretty sure it’s the second.
I hear the hood clunk as something gives and then the blond reaches under the slightly raised hood and opens it as he sticks his head under. Sex on a stick is gone, joining his friend as they look at my car. I hear them talking, low. And while I can’t make out the words, it doesn’t sound good.
The blond comes back over to me and I notice he’s got a swagger too. Less pronounced then his friend but that almost makes it hotter. Jesus, I am in some porn movie. My sex fantasy suddenly has two real actors that take the place of the blurry edged men I’d been imagining. I blink several times, trying to push it away.
But it won’t go. And as he reaches out his hand to help me out of the car, I realize my fingers are trembling. Visions of him bending me over the hood of my own car flashes through my mind. Go away, I tell myself. I’ve got a real situation here and I need to focus.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he helps me out. “But you’re timing belt is shot.
Unfortunately when it goes, it does a shit ton of damage.”
That doesn’t sound good. His touch is making it hard to concentrate and I shake harder. “That sounds really bad.”
“Cold?” he asks, and just like that, he pulls me into his arms and wraps those massive muscles around my body. He’s so warm and strong. How can he be that warm riding a bike with a t-shirt? It has to be forty degrees out.
“Yeah, and worried. When you say a lot of damage, how much?” My voice is trembling now along with my body because, not only is his touch wreaking havoc, my pussy is so wet, there is a flood in my jeans, but now I am really worried. The car is super old, I know that. But it’s all I’ve got and until I get a job, I can’t afford a new one and I am not sure how I’ll even get home without it.
He pulls me even closer. “Hey, don’t worry. Lucky for you, you’ve met two guys who can help and we’ve got an old Beetle in our scrap yard. I had this idea of using a few body parts on a bike, but we might be able to use the engine on your car.”
I blink up at him until I feel another hand on my back and my head twists around to meet those chocolate eyes. “We got you covered,” he murmurs.
“Why would you do that?” I say glancing between both of them.
Noah smiles down at me. “It’s what men should do, help a damsel in distress.”
Noah
Holy mother, she’s gorgeous. And trembling in my arms while looking up at me with those big hazel eyes that are begging me to protect her.
The leather of her jacket is soft under my hands and I’m a biker so I have a thing for a lady in leather. Her light brown hair is cascading down her back and tickling my arms as the silky tresses brush my skin. Damn.
And don’t even get me started on her body. Those jeans are hugging every curve and I am an ass man.
Liam comes up behind her and his hand is on her back. I wince a little. Not because I want her all to myself and I’m about to go caveman. Liam and I, we actually prefer to share. We moved up here with our girlfriend and opened the shop to live a more private life together. But she split a year ago. Couldn’t handle the quiet, or us, or both. So it’s been a while since we’ve seen anyone as beautiful as I am holding in my arms right now and I don’t want Liam to scare her away.
“I’m going to call a tow truck and get your car back to our shop,” I say to break the silence.
“How?” she asks. “My phone doesn’t have a signal at all.”
Liam chuckles. “You obviously don’t have Verizon.”
Her trembling stops and she laughs. I feel it and hear it against my body and it is as beautiful as the rest of her. I have this weird desire to press my cheek against her hair. But I push it down. It’s strange enough that I hugged her. I don’t want to totally freak her out. “AT&T,” she says through giggles.
“You gotta change that,” Liam replies. “How do you make a call?”
“Well, I live in the real world, so it’s normally not an issue.” She is still grinning but disappointment makes my smile disappear. Of course she doesn’t live here.
“Where you from,” I ask as casually as I can. Liam gives me the eye and I can tell he’s bummed too. But he steps away to call the truck.
“I am going to school in Baltimore, but my sister is trying to convince to move up here. I graduate in a few weeks.” She is still smiling and I return the grin because that is the best damn news I’ve heard all day.
The wind picks up and starts blowing that hair the color of honey in front of her face. Without meaning to, I reach up and tuck it behind her ear, my fingers brushing the velvet of her cheek. Everything about her is soft. My dick hardens because now I am picturing other soft body parts I could touch. I have to give the little man a lecture about behaving. He’s also in danger making my little doe run.
Liam comes back over. “Tim will be here in an hour and he’ll bring the car to the shop.”
I watch her looking at Liam as she nibbles her lip. God it’s sexy. And I’ve gone way too long without getting laid because everything thing she does is turning me on.
“An hour?” She looks to me again and those eyes slay me. She starts nodding her head like she’s trying to convince herself. “I can wait another hour.”
I can’t help it, I give her a little squeeze. “There’s no need. We’re only fifteen minutes from Bethel. You can ride on the back of my bike.”
“I’ve been sitting in my car for hours and I’m only fifteen minutes from town?” She huffs a breath and I like the spunk. It looks good on her.
Liam is close again, right behind her. “You were smart to stay in the car.” I watch as his hand brushes her hair. I can’t blame him. If I was him, I’d want to touch it too, it’s heaven. “We’ll get you to town and get you set up at the inn. Then you can collect your stuff when your car arrives. The inn is right across the street.”
I can feel her hesitation, but she nods. Keeping an arm around her waist, I walk her over to my bike and strap my helmet on her head. Liam grabs her purse from the front seat and stuffs it in my saddle bag.
“Climb on behind me,” I say as I finally let her go and swing my leg over the bike.
She only pauses for a moment before she follows suit and swings her leg over to press against my back, her legs straddling me. My dick hardens again and this time I don’t have to worry about her feeling it. Liam climbs on his bike too and when I look back, his eyes are glued to her ass.
The bikes roar to life as I pull her arms around me to keep her on the seat. Then I lift my shirt a little so those small silky hands rest against my abdomen. It’s a bold move but I’m a bold guy. Pulling my t-shirt down over them, I look back at her. “So you don’t get too cold.” I can see a little hesitation but she gives a stiff nod.
I want to ask her to stay at our place tonight. I want to strip every piece of clothing she’s got on and lick her from top to bottom. And I’m talking about her ass here. But I can’t. I can already tell, she’s not the jump in bed kind and, as horny as I am, I like it.
Shifting the bike into gear, we start down Route 146. I’m not going to sleep at all tonight thinking about her just across the street at the inn.
Chloe
I should be freezing on the back of this bike, but Noah is a furnace. He’s warm and strong and he feels so good, I’m aching with need. I have to keep from pressing my hips closer to try and relieve the ache.
I glance back and see Liam staring at me and another jolt shoots through my pussy. Lecture time. I tell myself that I cannot be attracted to them both. One is bad enough. I should be keeping to myself.
That damn fantasy is to blame.
I am not sure I even have the money to pay for the inn, let alone the car. I have one credit card that has a student kind of limit. I hate to borrow money from my sister. She’s got two little kids and isn’t working so I know money is tight for them.
The ride is quick and we pull into a cute little town. I can already see the garage, “Dirty Ride” is emblazoned on the sign. Jesus, I want one of them to give me a dirty ride. Actually, I want them both to. Stop, I tell myself.
Noah pulls the bike into the Bethel Inn just across the street from the garage and the place is super cute. Cutting the bikes, Liam jumps off his and reaches out his hand to help me off. His touch is just as unsettling as Liam’s and I am trying not to blush as he continues to hold my hand as he pulls me up the steps.
Honestly, I am trying to figure out why they are being this nice to me. I don’t think Derek, my last boyfriend, ever helped me like this. And he wasn’t nearly as hot or as strong, definitely not as dreamy as either of them.
I know Liam is just behind us, I can feel him, I swear. As we walk in, a woman sits behind the desk. “Well, hello boys. What or who…” she looks at me. “Brings you over to this side of the street.”
Liam clears his throat. “This is Chloe.” He looks at me. “Chloe, Margie. She owns and runs the inn. Margie, we found Chloe broken down on the side of the road. Her timin
g belt went.”
Margie gasps like that means something to her. “Oh honey, you are so lucky these boys found you.”
I nod. Somehow, having another woman confirm that these guys are heroes makes me feel loads better.
Noah steps up to my other side. “If you’ve got a spare room, we’d appreciate it. Chloe here is a student but we could fix up your boiler in exchange for her board. I know it’s been troubling you.”
Relief nearly makes me limp. I am not sure how they knew that money was in issue but they did and they are going to use their own labor to save me cash. These guys really are heroes. “You don’t have to--” I start but Liam holds his finger up to his lips and hands me his phone.
“Did you need to call your sister? You can use my phone.”
I take it from and step to the side. Chelsea doesn’t answer so I leave her a message. I’m not surprised. She is busy with the kids and she wouldn’t recognize the number.
By the time I come back, Margie has a key in her hand. I am almost shaking my head. These guys have gotten me a room, my car towed and spare parts. It’s too good to be true. No one is this nice without a price.
I’m pretty sure by the way they’ve been touching me that I know what it is.
My eyes wander over them, all muscle and sinew. I might just be willing to pay it. Not because I have to but just because I want to. But how would that even work. They are friends and they’re not both going to sleep with me.
Get your mind out of the gutter, I lecture myself again.
I take the key from Margie and whisper a sincere thanks. Liam glances down at me. “Margie says you’re in room two. I’ll knock when your car arrives.”
I nod and then take a final glance at Noah before I retreat to my room. It’s officially weird to enter a hotel without a bag, but it’s been a weird day.