by Madison Faye
My mind flashed like fire between the two men from earlier. First, it was Jackson, his eyes flashing as he stripped his clothes off. I gasped loudly as I pushed two fingers into my slit, and I arched my ass up off the bed as I crammed face into the pillow, moaning my pleasure. My tousled hair splayed out around me and down my back as I writhed with the sensations, imagining it was the blond biker taking me hard from behind, his thick cock driving into me again and again.
Connor’s face filled my mind; his piercing eyes, and that gorgeous, roguish smile. I imagined him pulling me to his mouth, the rough bristle of his beard teasing my thighs as his wet tongue curled into my pussy, his hands spreading me wide. I pictured him pulling me down on his cock, pounding up into me as I cried out for him.
I pressed my curved hips back against my toying hands, feeling my pussy clench and my cream slide wetly down my fingers as I buried them in my folds. I was close, so damn close to that sweet edge. I moaned in delightful agony, crying my lust into my pillow, my fingers pushing inside me and the others on my clit drove me higher and higher.
And that’s when my thoughts went even dirtier - to a place I’d never let them go before. In that moment, I thought of both of them, at the same damn time.
God did it feel so dirty, and so wrong. But my body cried out as I imagined both hard, muscled, hot men taking me together. It wasn’t a fantasy I’d ever had, and not one I’d ever have imagined myself having in a million years. But there in that desert motel room, under that full moon with tequila on my lips and my fingers on my clit, I felt myself start to slide over the edge as I let the fantasy consume me.
My cries seized in my throat as I gasped my release, feeling my body surge and clench, feeling the heat from my lips bloom out to my whole body as my climax rocked through me. I imagined both of them, pounding me, fucking me, making me theirs, and the moans in my throat burbled to the surface. I screamed, muffling and growing it in the thick pillows on the bed as I writhed and shuddered.
Chapter 5
Connor
Fuck, this was a tough one.
I shook my head as I slugged down the last of my beer. “You don’t think those mob douchebags actually hired more than just us, do you?”
Jackson didn’t say anything, but I recognized that look on his face. It was that look that mirrored my own thoughts, however unspoken. It was the look that said “over my dead fucking body if they did.”
‘Cause that’s how it was going to be if there was anyone else after Abby besides us. We had our bikes parked across the road from the Full Moon Motel, leaning against them and sipping beers as we kept an eye on the place - specifically room five. Anyone else who was after her as gonna be in for a bad fuckin time if they tried anything tonight, I knew that. Because if they wanted to get to her, they were going to have to go through both of us.
And that shit wasn’t going to happen.
I’d felt the same damn thing Jackson had when she’s stepped out of that car and into our lives earlier. It was like the damned Earth stopped turning for a second - like time itself stopped. Shit, I’d known some women in my day, but one look at Abby and I knew everything else had been bullshit up until then. One look at her, and I felt a need for her - something fucking primal and something that wouldn’t be stopped.
Of course it was sexual, but it was bigger than that. It pulled something deep inside that I’d forgotten about. She made me think of family - something I’d forced myself to forget about since my old man had gotten ripped and driven him and my mom off a fuckin’ cliff. Yeah, I had Jackson, who was basically my brother and the only family I needed, but this girl brought out more than that.
And yeah, it was sexual too. Fuck yeah was it sexual. Abby got my cock harder than Goddamn steel. I’d known some babes in my day, but they were fuckin trash compared to this girl. Curves in all the right places, tits that made my mouth water, and ass I was dying to get a piece of. I wanted to bury my dick to the hilt inside her, nail her to the fuckin ground and take her hard. I wanted to own her - to dominate and take her completely.
There’d been a moment out here earlier when she’d started to strip down in her room with the blinds wide open. And I wish we could’ve said we were bigger men and looked away but fuck that. Hell yeah we’d looked, both of us growling as she slipped down to her little black panties and bra. And I knew we wanted more, but that’s when she’d grabbed a towel presumably for a shower and closed the blinds.
Still, a man could think.
“Think she’s asleep?”
I shook my head. “Nah, lights are still on.”
“I don’t see the t.v. flickering either,” Jackson growled. “And I seriously doubt she’s on the phone with anyone. She’s too smart for that.”
I shrugged. “Maybe air-drying after that shower?”
Jackson groaned. “Jesus man, don’t put that in my head.”
I snorted. “Be my guest, it’s been in mine for the last twenty minutes. Don’t even pretend that’s not something you’d want to see.”
Jackson tossed me a look. “Yeah, I’d want to do a whole lot more than see, brother.”
“Tell me about it,” I growled, my hand dropping to the thick bulge in my jeans. “Can you even image what those tits look like outside a tank top?”
“I was too busy imagining how tight that pussy probably is.”
I swore under my breath. “Dude, I can’t even imagine.”
He laughed. “Sure you can.”
I looked over and smirked as I saw my buddy stroking the obvious hard-on in his jeans. “Nice thought, huh?”
He grinned at me and shrugged as he tossed me another beer. “I’m only human, dude, and it’s been way too long.”
“Tell me about it,” I growled, cracking the beer as he did the same. “Fuck I’d love to feel that pouty mouth on my cock.”
Jackson groaned again. “Fuck that’d be nice.”
I took a big pull of my beer. “Fuck it,” I muttered out loud and started to tug my zipper down.
Jackson glanced over at me and chuckled. “Gonna be like that huh?”
“Can’t help it dude, this girl’s got me hard as fuckin diamonds.”
Jackson growled and started to yank his own zipper down too. “Fuck it, same here.”
I groaned as I pulled my dick out in the warm desert air, wrapping my fist around my thick shaft and giving it a stroke. I knew Jackson was doing the same by the sound of his grunting, and I let my eyes close as I pictured Abby pulling open her motel room door and walking nude towards us.
Fuck, it’s not like Jackson and I hadn’t jerked off near each other before, or fucked a girl at the same time even closer. It wasn’t a gay thing or anything either - I mean it wasn’t like we were about to go blow each other or something. We were just comfortable with each other. I was cool with him relieving the tension that thinking of Abby brought up - hell, I couldn’t help it myself.
“Fuck I bet she sucks a mean cock, dude,” Jackson growled, grunting as he pumped his cock.
“Take her mouth, brother, and I’ll come in behind and fuck that tight little pussy like I bet it’s never been fucked before.” I groaned as I stroked my dick faster, imaging it was her pussy squeezing me.
“No way that girl’s gotten fucked by a man who knew how to handle her before,” Jackson muttered.
“Or two.”
“Girl like that?” He snorted. “Definitely never done that.”
“First time for everything, man,” I said through gritted teeth, picturing my buddy and I double teaming Abby’s tight little body, taking her from both ends.
“I’d wager the full fifty grand she’s never had that ass tapped.”
I groaned loudly at his words, just imagining squeezing my big cock into her virgin little ass. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and picturing filling her tight backdoor was going to push me over even faster.
“Fuck, just picture feeling that asshole squeeze up on your dick when she comes, man.”
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nbsp; Shit, that did it. I growled loudly as I felt my balls tighten up, and with a grunt, my cum went blasting out the head of my cock. Jackson grunted on his bike next to me, and I knew he pumping his won cum from his dick picturing the same thing.
We stood there panting in the darkness another minute, sipping our beers before we finally tucked back in and glanced at each other. I grinned and raised my beer to my buddy. “We gotta have her, man.”
“I know, Con, I know.”
I sighed and took another sip. “Let’s see what happens tomorrow, huh?”
Chapter 6
Abby
The knock on my door the next morning shook me from the thoughts. I jerked my head up from the spot on the floor I’d been staring at trying to make sense of what was going on in my life and looked at the door, feeling my heart jump into my throat.
“Abby, it’s us.”
Instantly, I calmed, feeling this feeling of warmth spread through me. God, I didn’t even know Jackson and Connor, but just knowing they were there and close had me feeling like I was protected.
Of course, it wasn’t until I opened the door and let my eyes drift over them that I felt the blush creep into my cheeks at the memory of the night before. My dirty, forbidden fantasies came back with a roar as I stood there biting my lip and avoiding their eyes. My scorchingly hot thoughts of these two muscled, hard men taking me and making me theres still resonated through my body, making it tingle in places it really shouldn’t have right at that moment.
I swallowed the naughty thoughts as best as I could and looked up, blushing all over again as I saw the hungry looks on their faces.
Connor arched a brow and looked down at the car keys in my hand. “Aww, you weren’t gonna stand us up for coffee were you?”
“Dude,” Jackson shot him a look, elbowing him in the ribs before he looked back at me, his gorgeous blue eyes shining. “Coffee is up to you, Abby - no strings attached.
God did I want more attached to it though, and I blushed as I pictured my thoughts again of the previous night, of the two of them taking me from both ends.
“No,” I stammered out, groaning at how hot my face felt. “No coffee sounds perfect.”
*****
The diner was right across the street, catty-corner to the motel, and in the daylight, I let my eyes wander over the charming little downtown of Parker.
“Sickeningly adorable, isn’t it.”
I blushed and turned my head back from the diner window to see the two men sitting in the booth across from me grinning. “It’s pretty cute, yeah. Do you guys live near here?”
Connor shrugged. “Been here in Parker our whole lives actually.”
Jackson cleared his throat as he looked over his steaming coffee cup at me. “Listen darlin, I don’t know what you’re running from-”
“Oh, I’m not running from anything.” I said it way too quickly, and instantly felt my cheeks go red at how silly and obviously forced it sounded.
The two men looked at each other before Jackson turned and gave me a look. “Well, not my business, but if you are,” he arched a brow at me. “It’s not a bad town to settle into.”
Connor nodded. “Good people, beautiful country, and a great place to start fresh.”
I laughed. “Well, it’s not the city, so it’s got that going for it.”
Jackson grinned. “Not a fan?”
“Uh, not at all. I grew up in the country, and I miss it.”
The guys shared another look before Connor cleared his throat. “You know, you could stick around town for a bit, see how you like it.”
I grinned, feeling my face blush again. “Oh, I don’t know.”
“It’s pretty nice place.”
I sighed and looked back out the window. “Yeah, its a gorgeous little town, I just don’t really have, uh, the funds, to stay here.”
“You could stay with us.”
I could feel the heat on my face. “That’s-”
What, crazy? Insane because I didn’t even know these men? And, yet, why did the idea stick inside my head and sit there burning like this little thing I couldn’t ignore?
“That’s very kind of you, but I- I like to pay for my own way.”
Connor’s eyes lit up and he shrugged. “Marge is always hiring here at the diner.” He nodded at the woman I recognized from the front desk of the motel the night before, and she walked over with a coffee pot.
“Looking for a job, sweetie?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I- I don’t know.”
She smiled at me. “Well, you just let me know if you want it and it’s yours.” She turned and shot Jackson and Connor a quick look. “Boys, you know I love you in here, but...” she cleared her throat. “Sheriff Watts was by yesterday looking for you.”
I raised a brow at the two of them, but Jackson just shook his head. “Misunderstanding, Marge. You know Con and I.”
“I know you boys always do what’s right by people around here, just thought I’d mention it.”
Connor nodded. “Thanks.”
Could I stay there in Parker? What, let go of all that crap I’d dealt with in the city, work at the diner, and live the country life?
...With Connor and Jackson?
The thought had me blushing all over again as the wicked fantasies of the night before came rushing back.
“Would you mind excusing me for a second?” I bit my lip and smiled at my two strange rescuers. “I just need to grab my phone from the car.”
Jackson frowned. “I wouldn’t use your cell,” he coughed. “I mean, if you were running from anything,” he added with a cocky grin.
I shook my head. “Just want to check my mail, figure some things out.”
Connor’s jaw broke into a grin. “Figure some things out like moving to Parker?”
I grinned and wagged my eyebrows at him as I slid out of the booth. “Maybe?”
I felt like a crazy person as I walked away. God, I was really thinking about it - about staying right here in this little town and letting everything else drift behind me. I felt safe here, and like I could start something new, and I knew that had everything to do with the two bikers.
I could feel their eyes on me as I walked away, and I felt a naughty thrill rush through me as I put a bit more sway to my hips before turning and winking at them.
This was so not me - flirting so openly with two rough men like this? And yet, it felt just so natural with them - it felt like I belonged with them.
I slid into the driver’s seat of my car, shaking my head. Was I really ready to move here?
With them? GOD yes.
I blushed at the thought as I reached for my phone.
I don’t know what it was that caught my eye - maybe a flash of the sun off the windshield or something - but something sure enough caught my eye enough to make me glance up at the review mirror.
Oh God no...
I could feel the fear shoot through me like fire. There, behind my car across the street getting out of his red Porsche, was Joe.