by Zoey Marcel
Or his man. He wished Heath would let loose with him. Heller wasn’t asking for convulsive dick-riding in the middle of the street during gay pride. Nor did he expect Heath to wear makeup and soften his vocals like Shelby or some of the twinks Kale had dated in the past. Heller wasn’t into that. All he wanted was for his cowboy to embrace himself and accept him. A friendly smile in public or some hand-holding would be nice. He wasn’t saying there had to be a sloppy make-out session.
But there could be a makeout.
Heller picked up speed, feeling his shaft ignite with sensation. The feel-good sexual massage was amplified now. He groaned harshly when he felt Danielle fondling his right nut while Heath stroked his thigh. His testes hardened in her feminine touch, tingling sharply. Gentle currents of pleasure sizzled from Heath’s hand on his leg and on up his spine. He shivered.
Fever consumed him. He couldn’t get enough of the snug crevice their bodies created, crushing deliciously against his excited penis. His abs tightened, thighs locking, and dick constricting with hot thrills.
Danielle traced teasing patterns on his aching balls. He felt his cum surrender to her coaxing and an intense shot of pleasure streak through his loins when Heath wriggled suddenly and gripped his right ass cheek.
Heller let out a satisfied roar and spewed his semen all over their soft, warm bellies. The orgasm felt so good, came in strong, unrelenting waves.
The tropical scent of coconut fused with the odor of sex, evoking thoughts of a raunchy fuck on a white sandy beach in the Caribbean. Now there was a vacation in the making right there. He’d love to find a private beach and fuck the shit out of both of them.
After catching his breath, Heller straightened and moved his oil-coated cock after Danielle got up.
“Wait,” Heath said, glancing around as he sat up.
Finding that they were still alone, he scooted to the edge of the couch and licked Heller’s oily dick clean. Heller grunted, closing his eyes. He played with Heath’s hair gently while his sated organ was groomed.
“That’s so hot,” she said.
Heller opened his eyes, a slow smile climbing up his face. “Two mouths are better than one, babe. My dick is all kinds of messy.”
She grinned and inched over, running her tongue up and down his shaft with her eyes lidded. Apparently she liked coconut. Lucky him.
“Suck my dick,” Heller demanded hoarsely, pushing Heath’s head down.
The pretty boy moaned submissively and his prick jacked up in that steamy mouth.
“Balls, woman, lick them.” Heller fisted her ponytail, leading her head into his crotch.
She kissed his balls.
His grip firmed on her hair. “Tongue.”
She garnished his scrotum with tiny licks, bathing them all over. His balls relished it. Heller stood there silently watching his lovers pleasure him orally. They were so sweet and such dirty little fuckers, using their hot mouths to make his groin happy.
He wished he could be legally married to both of them, but at least he could be to one of them. Danielle had other men vying for her attention as well, so it made sense to have her marry one of the rich boys that wanted her. Heath was his and there would be rings. Fuck yes, there would be rings, and old spazzy was wearing his, even when Daddy was around.
* * * *
Danielle had Heath drive her home to her brother’s house that night, partly because she figured Dominic wouldn’t give her crap for hanging on Heath’s arm the way he would if he saw her with Heller. But mainly it was because the adrenaline kick from riding home on Heller’s Harley again probably would have scared her awake all night. A girl needed her beauty sleep and not to be petrified twice in one day, as fun as flying down the road on the back of his motorcycle had been.
Dominic was civil to Heath instead of friendly like he usually was and she wondered why. Did he know where she had been? How could he?
Her brother only had enough time to welcome her back before he left for the late shift at work. He was on patrol tonight.
She had to smile when Heller pulled up on his Harley by the curb outside her fenced-in yard. He parked the thing and shut the engine off. She stepped outside to greet him, staying on the inside of the white picket fence while he stood outside the gate.
He gave her a slow, shallow kiss before smiling down at her. “Hey.”
She bit her lip. “Hi.”
“Your brother’s not home, is he?”
“You’re insatiable. You saw him leave. That’s why you pulled up the second his car was gone.”
“Don’t believe in coincidences, huh?”
“That’s quite a coincidence.”
He winked at her. “So what did you think of the club?”
“It was nice. There were a lot more members than I was expecting.”
“Thoughts?”
“A very interesting group of people,” she said evasively.
“And?”
“I didn’t really spend that much time with them, but they seem like decent people.” The grimace must have shown in her eyes.
Heller studied her with awareness. He wasn’t stupid. “Say what you’re trying so hard not to.”
She looked down at the gate her fingers skimmed awkwardly. “I was just wondering about the business side of the club.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, when I mentioned my last name one of the single women left and one of the men made a run for the bathroom and flushed the toilet right away.”
He smirked a little. “Maybe he had to go.”
“Well, what about the guy who threw something into a cupboard real quick when someone mentioned my brother’s name? That’s a little suspicious, don’t you think?”
“So a few people acted like oddballs? Not everybody likes cops, and you failed to mention all the members who weren’t fazed in the slightest when they found out who you were.”
“That made me feel better at first, like they were law-abiding citizens.” She raised her eyes to him, concerned that his would confirm her suspicions. “But then I had to ask myself if they were just better at hiding their misconduct.”
She couldn’t read Heller’s poker face. Did that mean he was the good one in the bunch, or was he bluffing that his cards were good, like he had in that poker game earlier?
“Whatever they do or don’t do doesn’t change anything between us,” he said. “There’s no reason why it should.”
She rubbed her arm, looking down. “Some of the married men cheated on their wives during that orgy.”
“Some of them did, but most didn’t. The faithful ones went home to their families before the orgy started.”
“I know. It made me really happy to see that.” Her features twisted with insecurity. “Do their wives know?”
“Some of them do.”
“And they’re okay with it?”
“They knew what they getting themselves into when they married them.”
Her heart sank. “Are you gonna do that to me?”
Heller breathed out and tilted her face up. “I’ve never been disloyal to a partner before. I’m not gonna start with my spouses.”
Her lips tugged faintly, but the smile didn’t come. “The old ladies left with the kids before the games and promiscuity.”
“The clubhouse is mostly for the members, but the women and kids get let in whenever there’s a dinner, a barbeque, or a special event of some kind.”
“Who wants to be sent home with the kids while a bunch of bimbos hang on their men?”
“There were plenty of faithful husbands and boyfriends there. Why condemn the majority based on the misdeeds of a few?”
“If I was your old lady, would you send me home with the kids and stay behind?”
He sighed impatiently, folding his massive arms. “Are you trying to say you don’t like my friends?”
“I don’t know them. I just don’t want to be at home late at night wondering if—”
“I would never cheat on you,�
�� he said seriously. “You should know that.”
“But how would I know when you’re gone all night where all those sleazy, naked women are?”
“It’s called trust. You either have faith in me, or you don’t.”
“It’s not about trust. I just—”
“Yes, it is, plain and simple.”
“Well, what about accountability? There’s a happy medium.”
“I know you’ve got a different relationship with each of your men, but if you run with me you’re gonna have to get it through your head that you don’t control me. The men are in charge.” He unfolded his arms. “It should be easy for you when you already to submit to Kale. He’s a member of the club, too. Remember that?”
“I know,” she said in a sullen hush. “But he wasn’t there tonight. He was at home spending time with Brighton like a devoted boyfriend should.”
Heller cracked a humorless grin. “Don’t ever make the mistake of comparing us. Kale’s had his share of liaisons with some of those women. He’s no saint either. It’s in the past. Neither one of us would ever betray you or Brighton or Heath. Fidelity is great and all, but you’re also supposed to trust your partner and not treat them like a criminal if they were away from you for a couple of hours.”
“Well, what about respecting your partner’s feelings?”
“It sounds like you’re trying to change me. If you can’t take me as I am, then maybe you weren’t cut out to be an old lady.”
A little pang of sadness flared in her chest. “You want me to be your old lady?”
“Yeah, if you can handle it, but it doesn’t sound like you can. What about the Doms in the BDSM club? Aiden’s single, but Shane is fixated on some redhead his brothers are sharing. If he commits to her, I’m sure he’ll still be working with other subs in the club. What if that was Kale? You’d have to take it and trust him.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” she snapped. “I wouldn’t take that crap from a Dom or a biker. My men can amuse themselves how they want and order me around in bed, even outside of it sometimes, but nobody is ditching me with the kids to stay out all night with their friends and whores.”
“Who said I was staying for the raunchy part? How do you know I wouldn’t spend time with the boys and then come home before the nasty stuff starts?”
“You would do that for me?”
“I would do a lot of things for you if you’d quit trying to hide the fact that you’re dating me from the town gossips. Who gives a shit if you’ve got five men to your name? Screw what they think. Quit acting like we’re in junior high and you’ve got to please your peers. You don’t.” Even when his face fumed while reprimanding her he was still easy on the eyes. “So what if you used to be a stripper? You think I don’t know how wet getting off in front of strangers makes you? Public sex and exhibition doesn’t make you a slut. It makes you a kinky little minx who’s perfect for me.”
She bit back a smile. “It was really hot. I just don’t like being judged.”
“Nobody does, but you’ll stress yourself sick rearranging your life for people who aren’t worth your time. Forget them.”
“I trust you. It’s just the business side of the club that bothers me.”
“It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
“But I do if we have kids. It’s a lousy environment to bring up children in.”
“Watch it,” he warned. “Kale and I grew up that way and we turned out just fine. I don’t see you complaining about us as boyfriends. Sounds to me like you’re passing judgment on my friends the way it bugs you about Heath’s self-righteous attitude. You’re acting just like him.”
“I am not. He’s gotten a lot better at that.”
“A little and yes, you are.”
“Heller, my brother’s a cop. If he ever catches one of you doing something against the law, I’m gonna be caught in the middle and have to choose a side.”
“It shouldn’t even be a choice.” His gaze grew cold. “You don’t side with your fucking brother. You stand by your man.”
A strangling silence followed.
“It just hurts that the club means more to you than I do,” she whispered.
“Yeah, well, it hurts that you don’t love me unconditionally.”
“I do love you very much.” Her eyes welled. “I’m not jealous of your feelings for Heath, but I have to know that if you had to choose between having us and being a full-patched club member, that you’d choose us.”
“I shouldn’t have to forsake who I am or abandon my friends for either of you. Hell, I put up with Heath’s pious friends and share you with my brother and the others. I think you could cut me a little slack.”
“Is there any universe in which you’d walk away from the club for me?” A tear slipped down her cheek. “You can still see your friends at the social gatherings and ride with them. Just please don’t stay for the dirty stuff, or be involved in their business dealings. If you’re not in on the voting or a member, my brother can’t arrest you. I don’t want my babies to grow up without their daddy.”
Heller stared down at her in the chilly darkness while she wept. “There is one.”
She peeked up at him through misty eyes.
“You drop the ‘What will people think of me’ crap. Quit wallowing in the injustice of what some dirtbags did to you in the past, and be the strong, confident woman I fell for. I know you’re dying inside not to care what other people think. Deep down, some part of you wants to strip down to your size ten birthday suit—yeah, babe, I know you’re not an eight like you told me.”
She narrowed her eyes on him, lightening up at his smirk.
“As I was saying, you want to get naked, curves and all, and get fucked senseless in front of everyone, partly because that’s your secret kink, but also because you want to know that it’s okay that you put on a little weight. Whether you stay this size or get back down to your slim pants, you want to know that you’re still just as beautiful now as you were back when you were a size three.”
The hot tears that drizzled down her cheeks changed in nature. Deep love and profound gratitude sent them instead of the heartache of a painful crossroad in their relationship.
He brushed one of her tears away with his thumb, gentling his tone. “I can tell you right now, babe, you are. I don’t care if you’re thin or shapely. You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes. If you gain or lose a dangerous amount of weight I’d have to take action, but only because I love you too much to let you die of health issues. As long as you’re in reasonably good health I don’t care what size you are.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “That goes for me, too. I love you as Arnold or Jabba.”
He laughed. “You’re a peach.”
He kissed her forehead and she breathed in the various scents that lingered on the shirt through his open coat. There was motor oil, sex from their belly-humping earlier, booze, and cigarette smoke. He wasn’t a smoker, but some of the Princes of Hell members were and he’d been around them. On him it wasn’t bad. It made him smell even more like a macho bad boy.
Through all the different aromas, her favorite was the smell of his skin and the musky fragrance of his cologne. It was a very clean, masculine assembly that smelled like black leather, amber, and hard liquor.
Heller angled her face up to focus on his when she stepped out of the cozy embrace. “You be unbridled with me and then we’ll talk. If you do that and Heath confesses to loving me in front of his father, then this outlaw will reform for you.”
She didn’t know if that was a promise, or a safeguard on his part. He had to know that she had too many squishies now to get naked in front of other people, for as much as she wanted to. That and they both knew Heath would never come out.
“But not in bed.” A lusty smile turned Heller’s face seductive as he ran his thumb along her jawline. “I’ll never reform for you in bed. You need a demon there.”
She grinned. “Definitely.”
He turned seri
ous again. “Think about it, Danielle. I love you both, but I’m not walking away from my past if neither one of you is willing to walk away from yours.”
That hit a nerve. She lowered her head in guilt.
Heller turned and got back on his Harley. She watched him ride away before heading back into the house.
In her room she stripped down to what he had referred to as her curvy birthday suit. She was curvaceous and occasionally a knockout in her clothes. But being undressed was another matter entirely. There were strong points to be sure, but Lord, were there squishies.
She had her good days when she felt voluptuous and fleshy. But there were also bad days. Fat days, she called them. Dominic had said that it was all in her head and that there was no such thing as fat days. But it was a woman thing. Men just didn’t get it. They could chow down on a bucket of hot wings, burp, and then be ready for a rowdy tumble between the sheets.
Women, on the other hand, needed to feel sexy and have time to primp for the bedroom.
Slowly, she ran her hand down her body, feeling the softness of her skin, turning gradually as she explored herself in the mirror. A quirky smile resulted when she grabbed her big freaking ass. She actually liked the way it felt in her hands, so soft and squishy.
She could do without the dimples and that completely unnecessary spider vein from hell, but her butt was kind of cute.
Her stomach had seen better days. She wanted her flat abs back. She’d have to work for those.
But my boobs.
She’d gotten used to having giant breasts and didn’t want them shrinking. Maybe she could just go down a pants size. Just enough to make her tummy look better, but not enough to lose the girls.
Men were generally far less critical of women than women were, in her experience. But there was the occasional exception. Most of the men had drooled over her when she’d been stripping, but there had been bad nights, too, when someone called her a slut or a fatty.
Consideration hung in the air before remembered humiliation made her put her clothes back on in haste. She slumped down on the bed, pouting. There was a part of her that really wanted to be a naked, crazy girl and entertain a bunch of voyeurs while she indulged in fleshly pleasures with her men.