by Marla Monroe
“It doesn’t matter how many times we go over this, Piper. We had it covered until you showed up. You should have stayed where we left you.” Irish shoved his hands in his pockets then pulled them out and jerked at his hair. “You’re making me crazy.”
“If I’d known, I would have. I’m not stupid. You keeping the information from me was what put me in danger. Don’t ever hide something from me again.” Piper sighed and plopped down on the office chair.
“We won’t. Does that make you feel better?” Turk asked.
“Some. I don’t have to know about real club business, just what concerns me. I’m not going to blindly do what you tell me, guys. I’m not like that. I’ve been on my own and taking care of myself for a long time now. I can’t just turn that off.” Piper watched as the two men who meant the world to her seemed to try to digest that.
Turk sighed. “We get it, hon, but sometimes you’ve got to trust us to know what’s best for you.”
“Then trust me with what you’re thinking, and we can work with that.”
“You do realize that you’re going to be our old lady, right?” Irish asked.
“I don’t recall anyone asking me to be.” She lifted her chin at him.
“We don’t ask, we tell,” Turk said with a wide grin. “You’re going to be ours and wear our cut.”
“You’re what?” she asked.
“This.” Irish picked up a leather vest and turned the back so that she could see it.
Property of Irish and Turk was emblazoned across the top with the skeleton riding the bike and The Ghost Riders underneath.
“I’ve got one just like the other girls now! That’s awesome.” She frowned though. “I still haven’t heard one of you guys asking me if I want to be your old lady.”
“Come here, woman.” Turk pulled her into his arms and kissed her to the point she’d tell them to forget it she agreed, but when he let go, Irish pulled her from him.
“Piper. Will you do us the honor of becoming our old lady?”
“What’s in it for me?” she asked with a smirk.
“How about out-of-this-world sex?” Turk asked.
“I’ll need to see some proof.” Piper smiled. “You don’t expect me to just take your word for it, do you?”
“Fucking hell, woman. You’re going to be the death of me yet.” Irish grabbed her T-shirt and tore it over her head before she could make a squeak.
Turk went to work on her shoes then her jeans, and between the two of them, they had her naked in the bed in less than a minute. She couldn’t stop giggling as they tore out of their own clothes in seconds flat. When they were standing completely nude in front of her, Piper looked her fill and thanked her stars that she’d met them. They were two of the most handsome men she’d ever seen and had hearts of gold in addition to their good looks. She never had to fear them or anything else for that matter. They’d always protect her.
Her one problem was that they owned her heart and she wasn’t sure they felt the same way. She knew they cared about her, but could they love her, as well? She knew she loved them with every fiber of her being. They completed her and gave her something besides a computer to be a part of.
“Climb up on the bed, babe. Turk and I have something to discuss with you.” Irish took a step toward her.
Piper backed up then sat on the bed when her legs hit the mattress. She scrambled up onto the bed until she was in the middle of it, kneeling and waiting to see what they’d do next.
“What is it?” she asked.
“We’re going to claim you as our woman in every way imaginable. That cut tells the world that you belong to us. We’re going to fill you full of our cum to let you know that you belong to us,” Turk told her.
“I can handle that.” She smiled as she sat back on the bed and spread her legs. “Come and get me, boys. I want to feel those cocks fill me up.”
“Fuck, her voice is like pure sin,” Turk said.
“You can’t talk to anyone else in that voice, babe.” Irish drew in a deep breath before climbing up onto the bed next to her. “Got it?”
“It’s all only for you two. Now show me what you like. I want to hear what you’re going to do to me,” Piper purred.
“I’m going to fill up that perfect pussy while Turk fucks your tight ass, Piper. You okay with that?” Irish asked.
“As long as you make me come, I’m all yours.” Piper threw back her head and cupped her breasts as both men reached for her.
Irish took one breast in his mouth and sucked as Turk took the other one. Piper moaned at the feel of both men sucking on her nipples. How could anyone settle for just one man when two were so much better? Yeah, a little one-on-one time would be great, but give her these two men and she’d die a happy woman.
Turk worked his way up her chest to her neck, where he placed a gentle kiss over the small healing cut then nibbled his way up her neck to her jaw. He kissed her mouth, his tongue delving in to explore as Irish worked his way down her abdomen and over her tummy to place open-mouthed kisses against her thighs. She opened them, wanting him to go lower and lick her dripping pussy. She was so hot for them that she felt as if she’d combust if kept doing what they were doing for long.
“She’s so fucking wet, Turk. I can’t wait to taste her. I want her to come all over my tongue.” Irish settled his broad shoulders between her thighs, pressing them wider with his hands.
“I’ve got you covered up here, man. Do your dirtiest,” Turk told him.
Piper nearly screamed when Irish lapped at her pussy like a kid with a sucker. His tongue felt like heaven to her. Then he pressed his fingers inside of her and felt around for the spongy little spot that would send her flying in no time. He sucked on her clit as he stroked that area inside of her. Turk nipped her nipple and pinched the other one so that when she came, she couldn’t even scream it was so massive. She gasped, unable to catch her breath as she bowed upward. Nothing had prepared her for that explosion. She would never be able to walk the same again.
“Fucking awesome, Turk. She actually spurted all over my tongue.” Irish crawled up the bed and rolled her over on top of him.
She was too relaxed to care what he did with her. She couldn’t even open her eyes. They’d killed her.
“Come on, babe. We’re not done with you yet.” Turk’s husky voice reached her ears, but no one who could do anything about it was home just then.
“Can’t move. Just do what you want,” she finally managed to get out.
Turk’s chuckle really didn’t register. Not even when he lifted her and Irish fit his turgid dick against her sopping wet and still quivering slit. The next thing she knew, Irish’s cock slid deep into her body. All she could do was moan as he moved inside of her for a few seconds.
“She’s really toast, man.” Irish’s laughter would have made her mad except he was right. She was worthless right then.
“I’ll wake her up.” Turk’s voice held laughter amid the gravelly depth.
Something cold plopped on her ass. It was just enough of a shock to have her lift one eyelid. Then he rubbed it into her back hole, slipping the first part of one finger inside before withdrawing and another dollop of cold, slick gel hit her anus. She moaned. They were going to both take her at the same time. She’d known that, but somehow, after having come so hard her head had blown apart, she’d forgotten about it.
“You in there, hon?” Turk asked next to her ear. “If you don’t want me in this sweet ass, you need to tell me.”
He stroked his finger back and forth over her hole, pressing one finger in and out every few strokes. When she didn’t say anything, he added more lube and slowly slipped one finger all the way inside her dark channel then pumped it a few times.
“Is this okay, Piper? You need to talk to me.”
“S’okay.”
“What about now?”
He added more lube and slipped a second finger in with the first. That pinched, but she was good. Her body was so relaxed
that she didn’t really worry about a little pinch.
“I’m good.”
That was an understatement. Right then she was terrific. Turk pumping two fingers gently in and out of her ass wasn’t bothering her in the least. With Irish in her cunt and Turk reaming her ass with his fingers, Piper felt like she was as full as she could get.
She was wrong.
Turk removed his fingers but, soon after that, more lube and more pressure as he fit his cock at her back hole and pushed. At first her ass resisted and the pinch was a little more than what it had been. Just when she was ready to call a halt to it, he pushed through the resistant ring of muscle and filled her ass. Now she was full. She was so full she could feel them both in her throat.
“Piper?” Turk’s voice held an edge of desperation. “Talk to me, hon.”
“Can’t. Full,” she managed to get out.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“Just move. I need you to move. I can’t breathe with both of you inside of me like that. Move damn it!”
Irish pulled back then surged back in as Turk pulled out. They rocked her between them back and forth as new sensations she’d never felt before rolled over her. Who would have thought that anal sex would be something she’d like? Maybe it was just because there were two of them fucking her, or maybe it was that it was her two men inside of her, but whatever it was, Piper was so claiming it. She was claiming them as hers.
Fuck not telling them she loved them. If they didn’t feel the same way, then she’d deal with it, but she couldn’t feel like this without telling them what they meant to her.
“God, Turk, Irish. So good.”
“Your ass is strangling my dick, hon. I’ll never feel anything better than being inside of you. I don’t care where, but inside of you is my favorite place to be.”
“I’m so fucking close to coming.” Irish hissed out. “I want you to come with us, babe.”
“I can’t. I’m too tired.” She panted as they used her like their own personal sex doll.
She floated between them until Irish pressed a finger on her clit and began applying pressure back and forth as they fucked her between them.
Something grew from that little pressure Irish was giving her until she knew that if she came again it really would kill her. She struggled between them. Irish reached up with one hand and stilled her face to look down at him as Turk pulled her back toward him.
“Come for us, babe. You’ll send us right there with you when you do. Come on, Piper. Now!”
He pinched her little nub, and the world around them exploded into bright lights and ringing bells as she came apart in their arms. She faintly heard their shouts as the ringing slowly snubbed out every other sound until all she could hear was her own breathing and the incessant ringing.
After what felt like days later, she opened her eyes to see both men leaning over her with smiles that looked too much like a cat who’d eaten a bird. Full of themselves.
“What?” she finally managed to whisper. Her throat felt raw and tight.
“You passed out. Are you okay?” Irish asked, the first vestige of concern entering his eyes.
“I passed out?” Really?”
“Yep. We fucked you silly,” Turk told her.
“You should have heard your scream. I bet the next town heard you.”
“Oh God, please tell me you’re kidding.” Somehow Piper didn’t think they were since her throat felt as if she’d swallowed sandpaper.
“Nope.” Irish grinned down at her.
“Do you remember what you told us before you passed out?” Turk asked.
“No. What? That you were killing me?”
“No,” Irish smiled. “You said you loved us. Did you mean it?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. Of course, I love you. You’re the best men I’ve ever been around except when you’re keeping things from me.”
“We love you, too, Piper. You were made for us. You and Turk talk computer, and you and I just seem to click. We love everything about you from how you get all lost when you’re working on something to how you snore when you’re asleep.”
“I don’t snore.” Piper frowned up at them.
“Sure you do. It’s a little porky-pig snort. Cute as hell.” Turk ran a finger down her nose.
“We love everything about you, Piper. You’re our heart.”
“I love the both of you. I never thought I’d be able to love two men, but if Jessie and the others can do it and make it work, I can, too.”
“Oh, it’ll work all right,” Irish said. “We don’t fail at anything we do. Just remember that the next time we piss you off for some reason.”
“Then don’t piss me off. I don’t get mad. I get even. I promise.”
THE END
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