Once inside the room, Boone locked the door behind them, shutting out the world. They had all showered earlier when they’d come off the road, and now sweet anticipation flooded through Kaiya. Her nipples hardened with desire. Her pussy juices ran. She bit her lip, waiting for her men to claim her.
Gabby captured her exploring hands and laid one of them on his heart. He cupped her face and brushed his thumb over her lower lip, then he bent his head. Their mouths met, a soft merging at first, but the fire that always existed between them flared. Gabby rested his other hand on her hip to bring her snugly into his body as their kisses grew more passionate. Behind her, Boone touched her and she gasped at having both men surround her. Their relationship may have started out as a way to break free of the mold she’d been forced into, to prove to herself that she wasn’t a good little girl anymore, but her emotions had morphed into more than desire, more than simple lust. She craved them both, needed them as much as she needed oxygen to survive.
She unbuttoned Gabby’s jeans and eased down the tab so she could reach inside to find his long, stiff cock. She released him from the unyielding denim. Behind her, Boone kissed her neck and divested her of clothing. She wiggled her hips to get her pants down and her panties slid with them to land in a puddle at her feet. He bent and helped her out of them, tossing the material aside. Then he opened her legs wider and parted her ass cheeks.
The next instant, he swiped his tongue over her rosette, and she let out a gasp of pleasure. Lust shot through her. She might not have worn the butt plug, but it didn’t seem to matter because Boone was all about stretching her. He left for a moment, and Gabby used that opportunity to take off her shirt and bra. She stood before them naked while they were still fully dressed. Boone returned and resumed his position, and this time a dollop of cold lube plopped into her crack. He smeared it over her anus before pressing inward. She squirmed, just as Gabby bent to take one nipple in his mouth. She lost her grip on his cock, so she buried her hand in his hair, pressing him close. After a few minutes, more lube dribbled on and he added another finger to stretcher out even more. The burn rushed through her, so she tried her best to relax.
Gabby moved back to undress, then he sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned her with a finger. Boone withdrew his fingers and slapped her on the ass, which made her jump. He guided her forward until she was close enough, then he pushed her head down to Gabby’s cock, which stood at attention. She happily complied, holding the base to slide her mouth over the head. Slowly, she engulfed the huge dick, moving down the shaft, going as far as she could go. As she withdrew, she pumped her hand up and down as she lavished the mushroom head, sucking until her cheeks hollowed.
A moment later, Boone ran his fingers through her pussy lips to find her clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until her juices ran and she moaned around the big cock in her mouth. Then Boone placed his dick at her pussy entrance and pushed forward. Taking hold of her hips, he fucked her. Fast, hard, deep, in and out of her slick passage, filling her until her orgasm rushed toward the surface. He reached around her to pinch one of her nipples, and her climax exploded through her, bringing a hot flush over her skin. Boone withdrew from her body. He hadn’t come yet, so she wondered what he was doing, but figured it out as Gabby pulled her from his delicious cock, toward him. His dick stood straight up, slicked with her saliva, waiting and seeping with pre-cum. He guided her to straddle him, and her already sensitive cunt quivered as his hardness slid through her lips, bumping her clit, to slide home. For a long moment, they sat there, face to face, staring at each another until Boone pressed against her back.
Gabby lay back, reaching up to play with her nipples. There was a short pause, then she felt more lube around her anus. Again, Boone eased his fingers inside her and Kaiya’s breath caught at the feeling of being stuffed full in both holes. Soon, she knew it would be his cock. She had dreamed about this, had fantasized about it night after night. The wonder of it was even more fulfilling knowing she was with two men who cared for her and whom she was fast falling in love with.
She saw a condom wrapper flutter to the ground and she looked over her shoulder to see him slathering lube on his wrapped dick. He stroked himself a couple of times, winked at her then pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her heart hammered and her breath came in short little gasps of excitement. The tip of his penis touched her sphincter and instinct had her wanting to pull away. But she took a deep breath and pushed back, relaxing, and her rosette gave way and opened enough for the head to slip inside. His invasion burned slightly, but he held still, letting her adjust.
Gabby said something, because she felt his words rumble through him, and figured he was talking with Boone on how to proceed. He eased her back off his cock, which allowed Boone more space to penetrate deeper. Then he slid out, and Gabby slid in, until she caught hold of how they planned on double tapping her. As one went in, the other pulled out, back and forth, like a well-oiled machine. Kaiya could barely comprehend the incredible sensations rolling through her, as both men possessed her. She’d never felt anything even remotely resembling the feelings generated by these two men. Boone leaned over her back, kissing her neck, while Gabby nipped her swollen clit between the fork of two fingers and very gently stroked the tip with his thumb.
They had started out slowly, taking their time as she adjusted to the double penetration, but little by little they increased their speeds, quicker and more forcefully until she was jolted forward each time by Boone’s thrusts. Having two cocks inside her, knowing they were only separated by a thin membrane, stirred her excitement and lust to a whole new level. Sweat rolled off their bodies, and they fell out of sync with each other as each man now chased his own plateau of pleasure.
Boone plunged harder and faster in her rectum just as Gabby stiffened and swelled inside her. He came with a shout she couldn’t hear, but she could feel the vibration through his body. Hot streams of cum flooded into her vagina until it overflowed. Then Boone buried himself in her ass and she felt him groan as he came. The double sensation was too much for her. Her own orgasm swept over her. Wave after powerful wave of bliss poured through her until she sagged onto Gabby’s still-heaving chest.
Boone withdrew from her and she watched as he took off the condom and headed for the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with a wet washcloth, helped her off Gabby and fell to his knees before her to clean up the cum running down her thighs. It was a very intimate gesture that had her heart bursting with love.
She lay panting in the aftermath of fantastic sex, sweat drying on her skin.
Gabby picked up her hand and laced their fingers together. “When we get back to Bair, I’m going to put in a request to the V.A. for a therapist.”
She squeezed his hand, indicting she’d read his lips and understood his words.
“I didn’t want to admit how weak I was,” he continued. “I thought I could handle everything on my own. That maybe, somehow, I deserved the madness for being such a coward.”
“You are not a coward and you’re never alone,” she signed. “I will always be with you. And what you’re dealing with doesn’t make you weak, Gabby. It turns your bones to steal while your heart heals.”
He gave her a faint smile. “I love you, Kaiya.”
“I love you too, Gordon Dixon,” she said aloud.
Boone rolled to his side so he that he loomed over her. “Don’t forget about me. I love you too.”
“Never, my love,” she signed. Then she took a deep breath and said, aloud, “It is the three of us.”
“You’ve got the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard,” Boone murmured. He placed his hand on top of their intertwined ones and smiled.
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Red Wolves Motor Cycle Club: Along Came Merrie
Beth D. Carter
Excerpt
Chapter One
Merrie eased up on the gas when she finally accepted the truth. She was lost. Miles from nowhere, she looked d
own at her gas tank light flickering dangerously low. She dug around on the passenger seat until she found her phone then illuminated it to check her bars.
Of course. Dead.
Story of her life—dead end jobs, dead end future. She’d been taking care of herself since before she should’ve and the only job she’d been able to get at age fifteen was working on a dairy farm. It was nice but it didn’t pay all that much, and she’d gotten tired of her ass being grabbed each time she came by with the coffee carafe. The idea of moving to Cheyenne had sounded good at the time but now—lost in the middle of Wyoming—somehow it didn’t seem all that smart. Why was it that none of the roads had marker signs?
She’d gotten turned around at that last pit stop—that’s what had happened. Too many roads branched out for the truckers and she’d become confused about which road she’d been on. She was always doing stupid things like that. How hard was it to follow a road?
Apparently, very hard.
It only added to the melancholy lingering in her soul. She had wanted to start over, begin a new chapter in her life, so she’d donated most of her stuff to charity, keeping only the items that were important. It had depressed the hell out of her when she’d discovered all her worldly possessions had fitted in her trunk. It wasn’t as if she’d had a happy childhood full of memorabilia and crap. Hell, she’d barely graduated high school.
A glow in the distant sky lifted her spirits. A glow meant people, civilization. Hopefully it also meant a gas station or maybe someone who had information on how far the next one was—and food would be a plus. She hadn’t eaten since the truck stop a few hours ago.
She pressed harder on the gas pedal. The quicker she reached the lights, the quicker she’d get back on the right track. Merrie kept her fingers crossed that she wasn’t too far from her destination. Who knew driving could be so exhausting?
Her focus stayed on the lights and, as she grew closer, the shape of a large barn converted into a bar drew closer. Dozens of motorcycles surrounded it, big silver and black monstrosities that pushed a slither of unease down her spine. The only bikers she’d really heard of were the made up ones on television and they were dangerous bad asses. Plus, being a woman had her naturally distrustful of bars. There were too many horror stories where a girl went into a bar never to be seen again, and this one held bikers. She slowed upon noticing an old public telephone booth toward the back of the building. Never mind that it belonged in a museum—relief poured through her. She wouldn’t have to go inside to ask for directions. She could simply call the police to help her.
Merrie flicked off her headlights as she pulled into the parking lot then headed around back near the telephone booth. She didn’t see anyone, so she turned off her car and opened the door. Getting out, she looked around and took a step toward the call box when she heard a man laugh. She swung around. In the shadows of the building, two men talked and shook hands. They wore leather vests with many patches on them but one of the men had a band of red running along the bottom of his while the other didn’t. The second man faced her, the patch on his vest white with a red devil and two Ds on it.
Suddenly, the bearded man who faced her turned his head and looked directly at her. He tapped the other guy on the shoulder and he spun on his heel too. The second biker, his goatee cut close to his chin, glared at her like she was something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe. Seriously creeped out, Merrie debated if she should get back in her car and just leave. The telephone stood only a few feet away. Without knowing where she was, she had no way to judge how far the next gas stop would be. Did she really want to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere? Mind made up, she pushed her misgivings away as she hurried over to the phone.
She picked up the receiver, heard a dial tone and breathed a sigh of relief. It worked! She dug in her jeans pocket for some coins and was just about to put them into the phone, when a hand twisted in her hair and pulled sharply. Needle-like pain pricked her scalp and Merrie raised her hands instinctively, trying to alleviate the throb. The phone receiver fell to dangle at the bottom of the phone box.
“Ouch!”
The man holding her hair jerked her away from the phone booth. He twisted his hand, bringing her head up so she stared into his face. Tears flooded her eyes.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Let go of me!” she yelled, trying to free herself. This wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with this type of torment. Her mother had liked to hurt her whenever she was in her drunken rages.
The biker backhanded her. White-hot heat exploded in her cheek as the force of the hit spun her around. Dirt filled her mouth as she landed hard on her front and tears filled her eyes when her nerve endings processed the pain. Fear replaced every single coherent thought and instinct in Merrie’s mind. She pushed herself up and glanced at the man, holding her hands out in a pleading gesture for him to leave her alone.
“I asked who you are,” he said coldly. “I didn’t ask for a fucking attitude.”
“M-my name is M-Merrie,” she whimpered, spitting out dirt and blood. Her teeth had cut the inside of her mouth. “P-please don’t hurt me.”
“Merrie. Well, Merrie, who were you calling?”
“N-no one,” she said.
He grabbed her arm and yanked her up to stand in front of him. He bent her arm behind her until she whimpered and tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight.
“Now why don’t I believe you?” He shook her. “Were you calling the club? Are you someone’s old lady? Or just a fucking spy?”
“I don’t know any club. Please let me go!”
“Who were you calling?” he demanded again. This time he brought his hand back in a fist.
“The police!” she cried, cringing.
He leered in her face. The stale stench of cigarettes and the sour fermentation of beer on his breath activated her gag reflex. But she swallowed down the bile. “I’ve got the police in my back pocket, you stupid bitch. They can’t help you.”
“I’m lost,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I swear. I was just calling them because I’m lost!”
“Well, shit,” someone else said.
Merrie cracked her eyes open. The other man with the gray beard looked at her with a mixture of pity and resolution. Her heart pounded as fear skyrocketed to terror and she knew her life was in jeopardy. Once again, she tugged her arm, trying to break the tight grip on her wrist.
“You fucked up, Axe,” the bearded man said. “And I don’t know if she’d have someone come looking for her.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Axe snarled.
“Make sure no one finds her body.”
“No!” Merrie screamed. “I won’t tell anyone anything. I swear. I-I’ve never been here. I don’t even know where I am. Please don’t hurt me. Please!”
“Shut up,” Axe snarled. He drew back his fist again and smashed it into her face.
Her vision faded and she gave in to the beckoning darkness.
* * * *
Awareness slowly crept back to Merrie. She snapped her eyes open and found herself in the back seat of her car and with her hands tied in front of her. Pain pulsed through the left side of her face but she bit back a sob. Although she didn’t know how long she’d been out of it, she was still alive.
She tried to see who was driving, but could only make out the driver wasn’t Axe. The person had long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and a tattoo of a snake on his arm that wrapped from the wrist up into the sleeve of his white T-shirt. Trying to be as sneaky as possible, she began moving her hands about, testing the bonds tying them together. Whoever had bound her hadn’t done a very effective job, probably because they expected her to stay unconscious. The rope was loose and she wiggled her wrists even more, pulling as hard as she could without alerting the driver to her movements. A stinging burn chaffed the skin but she didn’t care. If she couldn’t get free then she was dead, so she strained and tugged carefully and moments later, she’d freed o
ne hand. A sense of elation jolted through her, pumping up her already high level of adrenaline.
She only had one shot at escaping and she knew it was going to hurt like hell when she fell out of the car. Part of her wanted to stay put and try to reason with the men again, but the common sense part of her said that if she stayed there, she would die. Why they wanted her dead she didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. No one knew where she was and she had no one to rely on either.
By the sound of the car and the way it rolled along, she estimated they were traveling about sixty miles per hour. She couldn’t think about the impact of asphalt against her skin at that speed, because something would most likely break.
It was better than the alternative—death.
In her mind, she ran through the plan. She hooked her foot under the door latch. She’d flip it up, the door would open then she would roll head first out of the car, taking the brunt of the impact to her shoulder.
Merrie took a deep breath and mentally counted, psyching herself up. She could do this. She could do this!
One…two…three…
It happened just as she’d imagined it would. The door flew open and she crunched her tummy as she forced herself upward enough to sail out of the back seat. She dimly heard the driver curse as she experienced the sensation of freefalling. Down she fell, but instead of asphalt tearing her up, she landed on compact ground and tumbled through tall weeds. Momentum accelerated her along the steep hill. She couldn’t stop herself and tried her damnedest to keep her arms tucked against her sides, but it was almost impossible as instinct made her want to use her arms to slow her wild descent, even as gravity propelled her down the embankment. Her right wrist snapped and unimaginable pain forced a scream from her throat. Just as she thought she’d never stop tumbling, she started sliding in the dirt then finally came to a halt as the ground leveled out. She’d reached the bottom.
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