Fast and Furious (8 page)

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Allie moaned as Chase’s hand cupped her sex. Blaine’s kiss made her hot and horny, his hard body against hers made her want to swoon. This time Logan watched as Chase and Blaine took turns kissing her senseless and fondling her overly sensitive mound.

If they kept this up, she’d go insane. Despite her orgasm earlier, she wanted more. That had only been the teaser for the more fun stuff to come.

Blaine broke his kiss and stepped away, pulling her along with him as he went. With an adorably wicked grin, he shoved her back onto the bed, where she landed on her back with a bounce.

“So who’s first?” she purred with a soft giggle.

“First?” Chase teased as he pushed her knees apart, spreading her thighs and exposing her wet mound. “I thought I told you already, it will be all three of us together?”

He dipped his head and licked his tongue along her slit. Her ass lifted off the bed as shivers of utter delight worked their way through her womb. Jeez, they were making her nuts. But it felt so good to forget what was going on around her and just focus on the pleasure. It had been so long since she’d felt this good, she didn’t want to let it go.

Logan dropped to his knees on the bed and bent to capture one of her hard nipples in his mouth. Allie moaned, arching her back, forcing her breast further into his mouth. He obliged, widening his mouth and taking more of her breast. His tongue flicked over her nipple, and she gasped at the pleasure that settled in her lower stomach.

“What do you want, Allie?” Logan purred. “Do you want to ride each of us one at a time or do you want us all?”

Allie moaned and smiled. “Both.”

“Shit,” Chase growled as he rose up and thrust his cock into her pussy.

The invasion caught her by surprise, and she screamed. But not from pain, from pleasure. Pure, hot, dark pleasure. Lifting her hips off the bed she took him deeper inside her. His girth stretched her wide, filling her full with his engorged cock.

Blaine leaned over and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her moans of delight as Chase fucked her hard and deep. Logan returned to her breasts, his tongue and teeth tormenting her nipples till she thought she would die from how good it felt.

“My turn,” Logan snarled.

Chase pulled from her pussy and Logan took his place, slowly sliding his thick cock into her wet channel. Allie moaned and lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts with a hungry upthrust of her own. This was so wicked, so wild, she didn’t want it to stop.

“Turn her around,” Blaine ordered as he positioned himself on the bed. “I want her mouth.”

Logan pulled from her pussy and helped her move to her knees, with her back facing him. He bent her forward then thrust his glorious cock back into her doggy style. Allie was in pure heaven and eagerly gripped the base of Blaine’s thick cock. He was close to the same size as Chase, maybe a little thinner, but definitely as long. She licked her tongue over his head, and Blaine moaned, burying his hand in her hair to drag her closer.

“Suck it, baby. Put it in your hot mouth.”

Allie opened her lips and wrapped them around the tip. Logan continued to slowly fuck her from behind, keeping his thrusts shallow and gentle as she licked her tongue around Blaine’s cock. Chase sat at the head of the bed, again watching them with interest.

“Damn, she feels good,” Logan moaned as his thrusts increased.

“Fuck her till you come,” Chase said, never taking his eyes off her mouth.

Allie continued to focus on Blaine’s cock in her mouth to keep from coming. She could already feel her body begin to tense. She had three men to go through. Three men who each wanted their turn and who would also take her as one. Her whole body shivered at the idea.

Logan groaned behind her. She could feel his cock throbbing against her walls as his release swam through him, exiting through his engorged cock. Allie moaned around Blaine’s pulsing rod, but before she could finish, he pulled free of her mouth.

“Now your mine,” he growled as he sat back on his butt and grabbed her wrists, dragging her over his lap.

Allie groaned in complete rapture as she straddled his thighs and sank into his long shaft, taking every last inch of him inside her.

“That’s it, baby,” Blaine whispered in her ear. “Take it all. Ride it hard.”

She rotated her hips, forcing him even deeper inside her. Blaine grasped her hips, holding her still as he bent her backward and latched onto one of her breasts with his hot mouth. Allie was close to screaming, she was so turned on. Never in her life had three men made her this crazy, this fucking hot for them. She had a feeling that even if she’d come, she’d still want them.

She glanced over at Chase, who still lounged sexily against the headboard. For some reason, her gaze always sought him out. She wanted to know he was still there, that he still approved and wanted her. She reached out a hand toward him, and he pushed away from the headboard to his knees.

He slid next to her and gripped a handful of her hair, dragging her head back. His mouth landed over hers in a kiss that left little doubt he still wanted her.

“Oh, God,” Allie moaned against his mouth.

“This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “We have a whole night planned for you.”

Blaine worked her hips back and forth over his cock, and Allie closed her eyes as rapture raced through her veins.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Chase commanded.

She gasped at the hot desire that harsh demand sent racing through her body.

“I don’t know if I can stop it,” she whispered.

Blaine thrust one final time, losing his own control as his orgasm raced through him. Allie shuddered at how deeply he seated himself, filling her to the womb as his orgasm reached its peak.

Chase pulled her from Blaine’s lap and shoved her to her back, her head resting at the foot of the bed. Chase spread her legs and settled the head of his cock at her entrance, but didn’t enter her. Instead, his eyes bored in hers, holding her captive as he stared down at her.

“Chase, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” he demanded.

“Please take me. Make me come.”

He thrust into her, and her orgasm was almost instantaneous. She screamed as it raced through her, taking her body to the brink of pain before slamming it back down to reality. Chase continued to thrust, prolonging her orgasm, making her cry out over and over until he, too, found his release, joining her in a shout of pleasure.

Chase cupped her face and dropped his head, brushing his lips gently over hers in a kiss that was so sweet, so tender; she felt that if she was standing, she would’ve melted.

Her arms lifted and wrapped around his neck, holding him to her as his kiss slowly deepened, his tongue leisurely exposing every inch of her mouth. Much too soon, he broke the kiss, but kept his mouth close to hers as he spoke.

“Sure you’re up for all three?” he whispered.

She smiled, her lips spreading against his. Lifting her hips, she wiggled against him. “Are you?”

He nipped at her lower lip. “I can always sit out and enjoy the show.”

She pursed her lips, pouting. “But then it wouldn’t be a foursome, now would it?”

“Insatiable little devil,” Chase purred as he pushed himself deeper and rotated his hips against her mound. The movement brushed across her sensitive clit, and she hissed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Unfortunately, I’ve come twice. Not sure I have a third in me.”

Allie lifted her leg over his hip, holding him inside her. “I bet I can get you up again.”

Chase chuckled and softly kissed her. “I have no doubt.”

He pulled from her body and rose to his knees. As he did, he smiled down at her in a way that made her feel sexy and adored. She hadn’t felt that way in so long. One night stands were all she’d done for most of her life. She hadn’t ever had a serious boyfriend. Screw ’em and leave ’em, that’s what she did. But these guys were different.

They made her feel safe, protected, adored. They made her feel sexy. They made her so damn horny it drove her nuts. Even now, her body hummed to have them again. Chase leaned against the headboard in between Logan and Blaine. Allie stared at them and smiled, letting her raised knee slowly rock back and forth.

The three of them were so sexy, so handsome. Especially lined up along her headboard the way they were.

Logan reached out and grabbed her foot, giving it a squeeze. “Feel better?” he asked.

Allie stretched and her smile of contentment widened. “I’m getting there.”

Logan chuckled and reached over Chase to slap at Blaine’s leg. “I think someone still wants to fuck.”

Blaine returned his grin as Logan moved to his knees facing her. Allie watched in anxious silence as he began kissing a slow path up the inside of her leg. Her surprise wasn’t that he kissed her leg, but that her pussy responded. God, she was insatiable.

“We don’t have any lube,” he murmured as his lips began their way up the inside of her thigh. “Taking you in the ass without it would be painful.”

“I have some,” she whispered.

Logan froze and lifted his head to stare at her. “Where?” he asked.

“Top right drawer of my dresser.”

Blaine jumped up from the bed and quickly searched the drawer. With a grin, he raised the bottle of lube. “Found it.”

Logan rose and took the bottle from Blaine then set it on her nightstand. Allie let her gaze wander down his muscular body then back up. Their gazes locked, and she bit her lower lip, waiting to see what he would do next.

Chapter Twelve

The beeping of Allie’s phone registered through her lustful haze and she closed her eyes in frustration. Not now. Please, not now. She glanced over at the phone, which still lay on the foot of the bed where she’d left it earlier.

“Ignore it,” Logan growled.

Allie shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

She reached for the phone and flipped it open, sighing as she stared at the list of coordinates. Two sets of coordinates in one day? Seemed a bit strange, but what could she do? She was in this and no matter what was going on, she had to comply and jump when they said jump.

She flipped the phone closed again and dropped it onto the bed. She rolled to her stomach and set her foot on the floor. As she stood, she stared down at the guys in apology. “I hate to fuck and run, but…”

They remained silent and she had to look away. None of them asked her where she was going. None of them questioned her sudden departure. It was as though they already knew. She peeked at them through her lashes and didn’t miss Chase’s worried expression. When he caught her staring, he quickly covered the worry and smiled slightly.

“You can make it up to us,” he said softly.

Allie nodded. “Yeah.” Feeling like a heel and even more like a fool who had the wool pulled over her eyes, she went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. She had to be quick. These meetings had a time limit.

*

Chase pointed to the phone as soon as Allie shut the bathroom door. “Get the coordinates.”

Logan quickly grabbed the phone and glanced at the numbers on the screen before setting it back where he’d gotten it. With a nod to Blaine, he indicated they should leave.

“Take the motorcycles,” Chase whispered. “They’re around the side of the building. You’ll be able to keep up with her better.”

Logan nodded and he and Blaine were out the door just as Allie returned from the bathroom. She was dressed in jeans and a red tank top. Comfortable shoes covered her feet. She looked fairly put together except for her wild curls. Despite how much she ran her hand down the strands, trying to tame them, she still appeared disheveled. To him she looked like a woman who’d just been well fucked. And why wouldn’t she? She just had been.

“Where did the guys go?” she asked.

“To find our clothes.”

Allie nodded and reached for her keys on the nightstand. “I’ll see you later,” she said as she turned to leave the room. She stopped and turned to look at him. “Will you be here when I get back?”

“Do you want me to be?” he asked.

She stared to say something then closed her mouth. Shrugging her shoulder, she replied as she left the boat, “If you want.”

Chase’s chest tightened at her false bravado and the trepidation darkening her eyes. She was worried. And truthfully, so was he. At least this time, Blaine would be there, making sure nothing happened to her.

Hopefully, they could end this quickly before they figured out Allie was a cop. If they hadn’t already.

* * * *

Allie climbed from her car and stood inside the open door, nodding to the other two men who’d arrived. The night air was humid, the sky pitch black. No threat of rain, but no stars either. The streetlights blocked them out, making the sky look like a solid black mass.

A fourth car pulled up and Allie watched in shock as she recognized the young man who slid from behind the steering wheel.

She quickly schooled her expression, but inside her heart was breaking. He was only seventeen; just a child in her mind. She knew him as Sven, a young driver with promise. She’d hoped he would pursue that promise on the race track, not on the streets of Miami as a drug runner.

They’d pursued him. They’d heard of his driving ability and convinced him to work for them. She looked away and out across the water of the Inter-coastal. He would die just like all the others had. They used them for a period of time and then they got rid of them. They were a liability and her time was fast approaching.

The dealers arrived in a large black SUV, which she knew would be fully loaded with drugs and money. They never knew which they had. The back of their car was loaded, then they were given new coordinates to go to. They were never given the coordinates ahead of time and it was always somewhere different. It was a tactic that kept the location of their safe houses and drop-off points secret and out of the hands of their enemies.

She popped her trunk, trying her best to keep her emotions in check. How dare they bring in a child! She wanted to slit their throats—all of them. Then bust Sven’s ass for even thinking about doing something so stupid.

“You’re set,” one of the dealers said as he slammed the trunk shut.

He turned to stare at her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, his gaze assessing. Allie did her best to keep her game face intact. Unfortunately, she had an increasing feeling of dread. Something had tipped them off. Something had put her in a suspicious light. She replayed the last few days in her mind, trying to find what it was she’d done to tip her hand. Nothing came to mind.

“Watch your back,” he snarled.

Allie swallowed, but said nothing in response. Her phone beeped with coordinates, and she slid behind the wheel so she could plug them into her GPS. Another night, another drug run and still no closer to getting to the main people. This undercover assignment had been nothing but a massive fail. She needed out.

Putting the car in drive, she let her anger roll through her, tensing her entire body. Maybe she could take her anger out on the road. Pushing hard on the gas pedal, she left the parking lot, her tires squealing loudly.