Hard Core: Biker MC Motorcycle Club Menage Steamy 3 Story Bundle Set (Hot Tales From a Hard Road Book 1) (5 page)

She moaned in pleasured pain as he dragged her head off him and lifted her by her hair. His hand went to her crotch and lifted her off the ground. In the process two fingers burst inside her. She felt tiny in his hands as he slung her onto the bed.
 

He landed on the bed above her. In his fist, he held her bunched up panties. Her eyes widened as his fingers poked the sheer fabric into her mouth. Lifting her easily by her waist, he flipped her over onto all fours. Tiffany was so turned on it felt wrong. A little, low growl was seeping from her mouth, into the reek of her sheer underwear.

His thumb was inside her wetness, his hand gripping her mound. Like that, he lifted her. She felt his mustache and beard between her thighs. His tongue roughly began probing her. Her petals pressed wide as his lips spread her.

His thumb pressed between the soft, smooth cheeks of her buttocks, and against her soft little star. Her head slumped between her arms on the comforter. Slowly but firmly, his thumb jammed her open.

A cool spray hit her ass when he spat and worked her open, eased a little with the saliva. By the time he had three fingers into her, her eyes were watering. She groaned long and hard, the sound muffled by the wad in her mouth.

He slung her onto her back and hauled her thighs in the air, holding her, spreading her wide. His cock penetrated her pussy, deep, hard, and sudden, and her whole body convulsed. Her back arched and her hands clenched.

The scent of her juices rose as he drilled into her, sawing in and out without mercy. Each stroke was harder than the last as her groans rose in pitch. His torso slapped against the backs of her thighs, stretched high as he held her by her ankles.

His grip on her ankles helped him slam her even harder onto the length of his throbbing shaft. Her pussy gushed, holding him. Her molten core sang as he drove in and filled her, pining at the void as he pulled out.

As he drove into her, she arched and pressed down to take him deeper. The panties in her mouth muffled her little mewling whimpers. His hot shaft filled her, tore into her and possessed her.

After a long series of hard slams, her eyes popped wide as he pulled her ankles up to lift her cheeks even higher. The blood rushed to her head and she felt giddy.

Then he dragged his cock out and it invaded her ass. The raw friction burned. She thrashed her arms on the bed, her hands clawed at her hair, pulled on her breasts and grasped for him. Her thighs shook and her stomach rolled in quaking convulsions.

A massive pulse in the shaft of his cock let her know that he was about to come. Outside in the next room there was a sound.

He stopped. A rasp of annoyance escaped his throat. Someone was at the apartment door.

He dragged his cock out of Tiffany’s ass and pulled his pants together, looking anxiously towards the door. Tiffany tried to say, “Go, go,” and her eyes were pleading, but the gag still muffled her.

She waved her hand to the door and crawled, in agony, beneath the comforter. Almost silently, the door closed behind him. The lock on the apartment door clicked as it turned. A pair of boots clomped in.

Tiffany dragged her bunched, wet panties out of her mouth and felt wretched as she sobbed in silence. What the fuck had she done?

Chapter 5

Even though it was agony to move, Tiffany slid to the end of the bed and padded silently to crouch with her ear pressed against the door. She wanted desperately to process the whirl of confusion that the past fifteen minutes had left in her mind and her soul, but she knew that anything she could hear of what was said right now could mean life or death for her.

Still trembling and disconnected in the aftershock of rough and punishing sex, her emotions were a chaotic blur. Tiffany made herself focus her mind on what she heard, but it was hard to ignore her heart jumping at the sound of his voice.

“I let her take a shower. I think she’s sleeping now.”

She couldn’t guess which of the other bikers spoke, but there was a leer in his tone when he said, “Must have been some shower. You give her a rub-down, too?”

Jax said, “Don’t be a jackass, Mace.”
Mace!
She had a name for one of them! Which one was he?

A chair scraped on the floor. Footsteps moved across the room, Tiff heard the pft of a refrigerator door open, a clunk of cans, and the fridge squeaking as it closed again. Mace’s voice was farther away. He was the one at the fridge. He said, “He’s going to play ball.”

“You haven’t spoken to him, have you?” Jax’s chair
 
creaked. He was sitting at the table.

“Of course not, bro. It’s what I got from my little mouse. He wanted to handle it with his buddies from the Marines, but they couldn’t see how to make it play out right.”

There was a tense silence, broken by the fizz of a beer can opening.

Mace said, “They made the right choice there.”

“I think he’s still going to try something.” Were they talking about her Daddy? Tiffany’s heart jumped in her chest.

Mace, “Not before he gets her back, he won’t. Then, after that, we give him our little surprise, and he’s going to be a good boy from then on. Trust me, bro.”

There was a pause before Jax replied, “A lot’s riding on this.” His voice was lower.

Mace was aggressive, irritated, “You know it. We all know it.”

Footsteps came towards the door. Tiffany leapt for the bed and dragged the comforter over herself. She heard the door open, but she kept absolutely still. She wasn’t sure which biker was watching her, but she guessed it was Mace.

Did they suspect that she’d been listening to them? When whoever it was closed the door again, Tiffany did everything she could to fix in her mind the few details of the conversation she had overheard.
 

The pictures kept playing in her head of Jax’s hands on her, of his body covering her, penetrating her and controlling her.He was rough, strong, and passionate with her, and she’d never experienced anything like it.
 
She’d never been driven so completely, and never felt so overwhelmed before.
 
Her stomach fluttered and her breath caught at every memory, and her heart soared.

How could something that was so very wrong in every way have felt so absolutelyright, and so frighteningly good?

Remembering his strength and heat rekindled the scents and sounds of their intimate time together.
 
Her idea had been to make a connection, to share some intimacy, and to try to persuade Jax to keep her alive.
 
She didn’t want to have to do that, but she had to stay realistic about her situation.
 
There was good reason for what she did.
 
And yet…

Bikers weren’t known for their sentimentality, and the Blades MC had a brutal reputation. She knew that her chances of survival were less than fifty percent. She knew that giving one of the bikers some pussy wouldn’t improve those chances by much.

She couldn’t see anything else she had at her disposal. She wouldn’t get far if she tried to fight her way through three bikers armed with a slice of pizza and some warm beer. What else did she have?

Her plan had been to get as cozy as she could with whichever biker came through the door. After that, she’d probably do the same with one or both of the others if the chance came. Tell them each that it would only be him; swear that she wouldn’t tell the others. Whatever.

That way, maybe she could win one biker or maybe all of them a little way towards her side, in case a crunch came. Maybe she’d also have something that could make a wedge between them? A dangerous game, but those were all the cards and chips that she had.

If she had to appeal to one or more of them for protection, it would only improve her odds, surely.

Her plan hadn’t involved her feelings whirling up into a storm inside her.

Everything had changed. She felt so different, she was only sure of one thing—that deep in her body she wanted him again.

The voices in the next room rumbled, and Tiffany couldn’t make out a word. She didn’t have the energy to creep back to the door again, and if one of the bikers opened the door, they’d catch her for sure.

She curled up under the comforter, breathing in his warm scent. She wished she had a name for him that wasn’t fiction. Against her will, sleep snuggled around her, draped over her and enveloped her.

Chapter 6

Tiffany had no idea what time it was when the door cracked open. The one she’d called ‘Max’ brought in more beer and cold pizza. He took his time crossing the room, putting the food and beer on the little table. He watched her the whole time, squinting, quiet and sly. Was this one Mace?

Then she realized through her groggy, half-awake eyes and mind that she could see his hazel eyes sparkle. He wasn’t wearing shades, and his bandana was loose around his chin.

Tiffany tried to smile for him, but she knew she wasn’t awake enough to control her face properly. She thought of throwing the covers off to give him a view of her legs, but she remembered that she wasn’t wearing her panties.

He stopped at the door to look at her as she peered over the comforter. A leer spread slowly across his face, and he nodded slowly before he turned to leave the room.

She said, “Can I have a clock, or a watch, please?”

As he turned back, the bell outside struck seven times in the distance.

“See?” His voice was low and hard. “You don’t need one.” He licked his lips, looking at her, before he left and shut the door again behind him. From the scrape of a chair, she knew there was someone else in the other room, too.

Was it he? Was it her biker? Her ‘Jax’? Oh, god, she was so confused. She realized that, isolated and with a constant threat of danger in this situation, an attachment could be forming in her mind out of nothing but need.

Her psych classes had taught her nothing useful on this one. All she knew was how to suppress some symptoms with drugs. She should try to keep her feelings out of the mix. They wouldn’t help her to survive and that was all that mattered right now.

She drifted back to sleep. She dreamed of Daddy standing up in a big courtroom. He was arguing for the defendant. Then it changed, and he was prosecuting. Then, he rose in his black gown from behind the bench. The defendant was her biker, and Daddy was about pass sentence. When she took the biker’s hand, she realized that she was standing accused with him.

Chapter 7

The first thing Tiffany felt as she awoke was the damp pillow. She opened her eyes cautiously. A crack of light fanned out to a wedge and passed over her. It narrowed and vanished as the door clicked closed. She heard breathing in the room.

It came towards the bed, quietly. She wanted it to be her biker, her ‘Jax.’ She knew that it wasn’t. Sneaking in wasn’t his style. She didn’t want to move and let on that she was awake, but she really wanted to know who was there, in the room with her.

The decision was made for her when a weight landed on the bed behind her, and a hand clamped over her mouth. Was this Mace?

It felt exactly like the hand that had grabbed her in the parking lot. A growling whisper rasped in her ear. “Now we’re going to have some fun.” She stopped breathing. Yes, it was Mace. Tiffany was certain that his was the voice she’d overheard.