Shield Her (A Bad Boys in Her Bed Menage, Cop Versus Biker)

by Cop Versus Biker) Christa Wick - Shield Her (A Bad Boys in Her Bed Menage

  Maddox was taking his time, his hot gaze on me as I watched him undress. The suit jacket was already off and carefully folded, his belt coiled on top of it. The dress shirt was untucked and unbuttoned except for the cuffs, which he worked on while Carson planted reassuring kisses along the back of my shoulders.

  “Shhh…” Carson whispered as I started to shake harder. “It’s okay, love. This is how it’s supposed to be, how it was supposed to be all along.”

  I wanted to believe that, had fantasized about it for so long. But if this was right, why did society judge it so harshly, especially when it was a woman and two men?

  Maddox cupped my face, his torso bare. He stepped closer, my legs spreading so he could stand between them. Brushing aside strands of hair that had fallen across my eye, he coaxed me into helping him with the zipper and top button on his pants.

  Carson groaned as my trembling fingers worked the fastenings. “Damn, makes me want to put my jeans back on.”

  I laughed, some of the tension easing. Carson almost always wore button fly jeans. We would have been here all night with both of them still in their pants if I had to unthread that many buttons with my shaky hands and blurring vision.

  With the zipper undone, Maddox stepped back and pushed his slacks and boxers down his lean hips. I took a ragged breath in, filling my lungs to capacity. Both men had cocks that matched their bodies. Carson’s was long and curved, but with a lesser circumference than Maddox’s shorter, thicker shaft with its brutally large head.

  Closing my eyes, I rolled my lips to keep from licking them. Gorgeous men, gorgeous cocks, and, at least for the night, both were mine, both would be in me.

  I exhaled, lightheaded from holding my breath. Feeling the brush of Maddox against my thighs as he sank to his knees, I opened my eyes. He looked like a hungry man, one who was about to eat for the first time in years.

  “Lift up, baby,” he said as his hands gripped my panties.

  Bringing my legs closer together, I raised my ass then lowered it again and maneuvered my legs out of the underwear with his help. A nervous laugh escaped me. I shouldn’t have felt ten times as naked with just that scrap of fabric removed, but I did.

  “Open,” Maddox ordered, his voice taking on a rough edge.

  I promptly obeyed as Carson settled behind me, his legs parted so that they caged me at the sides. Reaching around, he squeezed at my breasts while he sucked and kissed along my neck and shoulders.

  Whimpering, I begged Maddox with my gaze to ease the ache he and Carson had put into my pussy. Lowering his head, he kissed at my thighs, his hands holding them apart. Up one leg he went, then the other, my whimpers turning to mewls as both men teased me mercilessly.

  “Such a beautiful pussy,” Carson whispered against my cheek as he turned my head toward him. “I’m going to take a long time eating it when it’s my turn.”

  His tongue pushed into my mouth as a prelude to when he could kiss me lower. At the same time, Maddox licked a firm line along the length of my clit. I cried out, jerked with need.

  Maddox’s thick fingers slid into me.

  “Such a hot, wet hole,” he said, approval rumbling in his chest. His slipped a third finger in, twisting them as his mouth descended once more to lick and nibble.

  Carson worked my tits and my mind, squeezing and tugging as he whispered what he was going to do to me with his long curved cock.

  “Two of us, love,” he warned with a soft bite at my shoulder. “We’re going to want you to take us at the same time one way or another — that mouth, your sweet pussy, that luscious ass…”

  He growled as he spoke of that other hole, the sound raw and animalistic.

  Maddox groaned against my pussy at the same time, his fingers splaying to stretch me wider as he kept them corkscrewing in and out of me.

  Fuck, I was unraveling, my hips lifting, pumping. Tension coiled and unleashed like a whiplash flicking through my insides. Everything swelled, my clit, my breasts, the tender internal muscles that Maddox deliciously punished with his fingers as he sucked at my flesh.

  Deeper he pushed as Carson pinched and pulled at my nipples.

  “Are you going to let us do that, baby?” Carson asked, his voice rough and dirty but loving in the same breath. “Are you going to let us both in? Are you going to suck and squeeze and fuck our cocks at the same time?”

  “Yes,” I cried, body shaking with my release. Another hard, thick thrust of Maddox’s fingers and I came again, gushing over his hand and seizing as I gasped out my desire. “Yes, both of you…in me. Please!”

  I collapsed against Carson, his strong arms keeping me upright. Maddox eased his fingers out of me, his hands securing the back of my knees as Carson dragged my limp body up the bed.

  “Where is it?” Maddox teased while Carson propped my head on a pillow. “The drawer or box you don’t want anyone to open?”

  Blushing, I pointed at my walk-in closet and whispered, “The blue shoe box.”

  Maddox walked out five seconds later, the lid already off the box and a grin on his face.

  “Let me see,” Carson said and made a grab.

  Maddox danced away.

  “Guys, please, you’re thirty, you’ve seen this kind of stuff before—”

  “But we’ve never seen what’s been in you,” Carson said, finishing with a groan and burying his face against my neck. “Please tell me you have condoms, too.”

  “They’re in the box,” Maddox said, placing it on the side table. “Which I find oddly curious.”

  There was nothing curious about it. I put the condoms on one of the toys whenever I engaged in the type of play Carson had hinted at when he spoke of my “luscious ass.”

  “Care to explain?” Maddox asked, his voice husky as his dark gaze searched my face.

  Blushing hotter, I shook my head and was rewarded with a fresh grin.

  “Explanation enough,” he said, his smile stretching ear-to-ear as he handed Carson a condom.

  Maddox didn’t take one for himself, just stretched out next to me and tugged me until I was on my side facing him. One hand slid between my labia to keep me wet for his friend while the other brushed softly at my hair.

  As Carson eased into me with a moan, Maddox dipped his head and claimed my mouth in a slow, sweet, kiss. I couldn’t keep the tears out of my eyes and it made me angry at myself because the waterworks were blurring my vision of his handsome, loving face. He was looking at me like he had when were first friends, but on a much deeper level.

  I curled my hand around the side of his face, caging him close as he made me drunk with wet, licking kisses. My head lolled back from the many sensations running through me. With his long, curving cock, Carson entering me from behind produced an extraordinarily full feeling. Maddox teased my flesh from the other side, his fingers massaging an unyielding line up and down my clit.

  Reaching down, my hand tangled with his as I searched for the thick cock I had so far only seen. I tugged, my gaze on his with purpose as I chewed at my fat bottom lip, my hips rocking up and down Carson’s cock.

  A shudder rushed over Maddox as he read the particular need playing through my mind and across my lips. He eased up the bed, the big head atop his shaft bobbing with his pulse the closer he came to my mouth.

  Wetting my lips, I pressed them to the tip, a moan rumbling through me as Carson reached a sweet spot high up inside my pussy. Carson rumbled back then laughed as he slipped out and repositioned himself so that he was kneeling near my bottom. He lifted one of my legs, thrust back inside my pussy and began to hit that spot harder and faster as he manipulated my clit.

  Sweet, merciful me — he had maneuvered into the position so he could watch me suck Maddox while fucking me. I felt like a dirty girl in the most wonderful way imaginable.

  Wetting my lips again, I slid them over the fat crown then off. Maddox was too big to take that way without a lot of practice and a different angle of insertion. So I licked along the shaft, teasing him even ha
rder, then mouthed at the tip again.

  His face danced, the lips twisting then parting as he tried to catch his breath. I couldn’t understand how any of us were breathing. My entire body was a single tension coil being twisted at the top and bottom. My pussy was heavy and wet with need as Carson pounded into it, the skin on his pale face mottling with shades of red and purple as he fought to hold on a little longer.

  I squeezed around Carson’s cock, my hips rolling in a slow circle that made him throw his head back and forget about my clit. Trying to force my mouth into an O instead of a satisfied smile, I pushed past the heavy tip butting at my lips and made it halfway down the shaft, my throat sucking and kissing at the head as I fought my gag reflex.

  Damn, they had me wound up, these two beautiful men, my best friends, the only men I had wanted for so long but had never dared move on. Every time they peeled their eyes open from the ecstasy filling our bodies, they looked at me with love and desire.

  “Reg, baby, please,” Carson bit out.

  Maddox pulled away, letting me concentrate on how my pussy curled around Carson, pulling him deeper, the rubbing inside me an agonizing pleasure that kept me hovering at the edge of release.

  Gazing into my eyes, Maddox slid his hand down my belly to my clit. “Give him what he needs, Reggie, come for him like you came for me.”

  Those words, those sweet, dirty words jerked on my spine, closed my eyes and had me gushing all over Maddox’s hand and Carson’s cock. They kept working me, driving me on, bringing me to the edge of insanity as one rubbed and the other pounded, their rhythm falling lockstep until I gushed one last time and passed out.

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  I stumbled into the office Monday morning, every limb, every muscle exhausted from a weekend spent mostly in bed with the two men I had been lusting after most of my adult life. There were a few chaste hours spent alone with Carson as Maddox brought his supervisor up to speed about the rotating team of bikers parked across the street from my apartment building in what looked like surveillance of Carson and me. And I spent a few chaste hours with Maddox as Carson put in an appearance at his shop with one of Maddox’s team members keeping a watchful eye on him.

  Chaste didn’t mean no kissing or hugging, but we were feeling our way through this change in the relationship between the three of us. I had said the night before that I wouldn’t have been able to choose between them, but things were in flux and we all realized that. I still felt that way, but it would take time for them to trust that I wouldn’t grow to prefer one over the other.

  It was wonderful, though, those quiet moments alone with each man as we looked back over the last eight years of life and put a new perspective on it — Maddox and his short-lived relationships, Carson and his complete lack of anything beyond one night stands, me with my failed attempts at something longer with jealous men who had never believed I could be “friends only” with Maddox and Carson.

  I daydreamed my way through the Monday morning recaps of market changes from the past week and grinned my way through the two institutional investors I had to meet with before lunch — which was rather unprofessional since they’d suffered a slight loss for the quarter.

  By lunch, I knew I had to get the hell out of the office and clear my head before the firm’s managing director noticed I was too happy and invented new projects with tediously long hours to wipe the smile off my face.

  Escaping to the parking garage, I climbed into my Focus and navigated through the GPS for drive times to nearby restaurants. Deciding I wanted some Korean barbecue, I put the car in reverse and looked in my rear view mirror.

  A black Chrysler 300 blocked my parking spot. I waited, fingers strumming against the steering wheel for it to move. A minute ticked by and then another. Tinted windows kept me from seeing if there was anyone inside, but I could hear the Chrysler’s engine running when I turned my car off.

  My good mood evaporating, I got out, my keys in hand with the sharpest one sticking through between my index and middle finger as I approached the front passenger side. A quick glance to my left and then my right showed no other vehicles that were causing the Chrysler to idle behind my parking spot. Probably just some asshole who couldn’t be bothered to park for a few minutes while they tapped out a text or input a destination into their GPS.

  Lightly, I tapped at the window with my key, my gaze continuing to dart around me to make sure no one approached on foot.

  Down rolled the window. Seeing a sable fur coat on the driver and no passengers, I relaxed a little and bent down so I could look at the woman while I asked her to move.

  The face didn’t strike me as familiar, not at first. The hair was worn swept up in an elegant bun with diamond or CZ earrings. She had a middle aged face, thin but lined in a way that suggested the new car and fur were a recent step up in life. A hard beauty in profile, a dawning recognition nagging at my gut.

  “Can you move?” I asked, warbling a little at the end.

  She turned, a plastic smile on her plastic face and I suddenly realized with whom I was dealing.

  Crazy Eights, Priscilla — Eight Ball’s old lady.

  “Get in,” she ordered.

  I scanned the area around me again, looking for reinforcements — hers or mine. It was just the two of us, the parking level oddly empty for a Monday afternoon. She had her purse open next to her. Her hand slid in and I braced for the threat of a gun.

  She pulled out her phone, a red-lacquered thumbnail tapping idly against the blank screen. “I’d hate to have to call Eight Ball and tell him you’re not cooperating already.”

  My brain froze and I stared dumbly at her for a few seconds before jerking a thumb over my shoulder. “My purse…”

  More importantly, my phone. Despite the surveillance of my apartment over the weekend, the crews had always left when Carson did. With the focus seemingly off me, I had convinced Maddox I didn’t need any taxpayer resources directed at watching me work in a secured office building. We had reached an uneasy accord only after I agreed to let him put a tracker app on my phone and to keep the phone and its Wi-Fi on at all times.

  “It’ll be there when you get back,” she snapped, cracks already showing in her thin veneer of friendliness.

  I hesitated all the way up to her pressing the power button on her phone. Then I threw open the passenger door on the Chrysler and jumped into the front seat.

  The doors locked immediately.

  “Put your seat down,” she said, her head swiveling to watch me as I complied. “You’re going to lay back and keep your eyes shut. If I get stopped for any reason, you’re going to say you were like that because you’ve got a bad headache, do you understand?”

  “Yes.” What I understood was that she didn’t want me identifying where she was taking me, a fact that couldn’t be good for me. “Please, what’s going on?”

  “You said you had an office job downtown,” she remarked as she drove down to the next level.

  “I do.” I hadn’t lied about anything at the clubhouse. But I also hadn’t volunteered any details.

  “You said it was a bunch of paper pushing.” She didn’t wait for me to defend or explain away the statement. “That’s not how I would describe managing investment funds.”

  “My company—”

  “We printed your damn bio off the website,” she snapped. “So I’d be real careful what you say next, bitch.”