With the hand wrapped in her hair, War pulled her head back.
“Look at me. How sorry are you?”
The steel in his hoarse tone sent another wave of need through her, and she shifted her position. She hid a smile when his hips trembled beneath her hands, more proof that what she did pleased him.
Excited she could have this kind of power over him, she couldn’t hold back a smile. The inner glow that filled her gave her a confidence she hadn’t had in a long time, the confidence of a woman who knew she had her man’s undivided attention and made him lose a bit of that hard edge of control.
Sticking out her tongue, she licked the head of his cock and stilled. Sucking in a breath, she dug her nails into his hips, taken aback at the intimacy of looking into his indulgent but watchful gaze while taking him into her mouth.
Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue all around the head of his cock. Concentrating on War’s reaction, she worked her tongue from base to tip, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside right below the head.
Stone grinned, reaching down to cup her breast. “You’ve not had your punishment yet, now have you?”
Flashing a grin that sent a jolt of lust through her, he slid a hand down to pat her ass before straightening.
“And we’re all going to have a hell of a lot of fun.”
The soft caress of his work-roughened hand over her bottom made her breath catch, the promise in his touch filling her with anticipation.
She watched as he circled the foot of the bed again, his eyes holding the same promise, but she found herself brought up short when War tightened his hand in her hair.
Keeping her facing him and preventing her from seeing Stone, War held her gaze with his own and caressed her jaw.
“I want to hear a proper apology for scaring the shit out of us, and disregarding our rules.”
Treat moaned at the possessive firmness of the hand that moved over her back, a moan cut short by a gasp when War’s cock touched her cheek. Turning toward it, she took him into her mouth again, this time staring straight into his eyes.
“On your knees, Treat. Stop trying to rub your clit. Get that ass up and those legs spread wide.”
Startled when Stone lifted her to her knees, she held onto War, whose eyes flicked back and forth between hers and her ass.
Watching him, feeling Stone’s hands on her, and listening for any clue as to what he planned to do, she realized she’d become so distracted, she hadn’t been paying attention to pleasing War.
Cursing herself for her lapse, she sucked harder, determined to regain some sort of control.
War slid his hands through her hair, his voice like shattered glass.
“Just feel, Treat. We are gonna show you who you belong to, and who you will turn to, we love you, we are a team. Remember that.”
A little startled by his words, she couldn’t deny they wrapped her in a warm, fuzzy feeling and made her feel desired and ultra-feminine. Circling the head of his cock with her tongue, she thrilled when another of those deep moans rumbled in his throat. Every movement of her tongue, every bob of her head made him stiffen, as he seemed to be scrambling for control.
Nothing could have excited her more.
At least that’s what she thought until Stone flattened a hand on her back and slid a thick finger into her pussy, her slick juices easing his way. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she clamped down on his finger, pushed back against him, and in her excitement sucked War harder.
The sexual tension mounted when War held her face between his hands and began to slowly fill her mouth with his cock and just as slowly withdraw almost all the way. He did it again and again—each slow thrust measured and deliberate, his hands tightening with the effort it must have cost him.
Each time he withdrew, she swirled her tongue around the head, or teased the tip of his cock with it, alternating her rhythm to surprise him. When the finger in her pussy began to move, she bucked restlessly, and without thinking, she sucked hard, drawing War’s cock all the way to her throat.
“Jesus!” War’s hands moved over her hair, his movements jerky, and uncontrolled.
Determined to shake that calm control even more, Treat tried to concentrate on giving him even more pleasure, but Stone’s strokes to her pussy distracted her and made her clumsy. Frustrated that she kept letting War’s cock slip from her mouth, but excited by the low curses pouring from him, she closed her lips around the head of his cock again, and sucked, hungry for his taste, and more of those erotic and deep sounds of pleasure that rumbled from him.
Stone withdrew his finger, teasing her pussy entrance and chuckling softly when she thrust back against him.
“Patience, darlin’. Let me get my cock inside you.”
She shuddered, craving the feeling of finally having her pussy filled. She wanted to be taken, to be the object of their desire, but more than that, she needed the orgasm that loomed closer with every second that passed.
Holding onto War and on her knees with her legs spread wide, she waited breathlessly for Stone to possess her. Every inch of her body sizzled with heat, each touch of their hands stoking the fire inside her until she burned everywhere.
Her nipples demanded attention; so tight and so achy she would have used her own hands on them if she could have. Her clit felt swollen and heavy, and her pussy clenched of its own volition, leaking moisture to trickle down her thighs.
Even her bottom tingled, the remembered threats of what they wanted to do to her there, making her aware of that part of her, disconcerting her because she’d never experienced that kind of awareness before.
War ran a hand down her face, his thumb tracing her lips that stretched over his cock.
“That’s better. You’re not thinking about anything else now except Stone and me, are you, baby?”
Stone’s powerful thighs brushed against the backs of her legs as he used them to push hers farther apart.
“She’s not going to be thinking about anything else for quite a while.”
Forced to release her hold on War’s thighs and flatten her hands on the bed, Treat moaned around War’s cock at the caress of air over her damp folds, shaking uncontrollably.
She moaned again when War bent forward and cupped her breasts, his gentle hands tugging at her nipples. The answering surge of heat shot straight to her clit, but Stone’s thighs held hers apart, not allowing her to press them together to get some relief.
When the head of Stone’s cock pressed against her drenched pussy, she stilled, only then realizing that she’d been rocking back and forth on her knees. Pushing back against him in the need to be filled, she whimpered in her throat when he denied her.
Stone slid a hand around her to tap her clit, laughing when she bucked and took the head of his cock inside her.
“That’s it, Treat. Shit, you’re tight. I want to feel that pussy clench on me and milk me real good.”
Frantic now, Treat rocked her hips, trying to get more friction on her clit, crying out around War’s cock when Stone slid deep, filling her with thick heat.
Filled at both ends, she tried to concentrate on making both of them come, but each caress of their hands or stroke of their cocks made her forget everything except the pleasure. Relying on instinct, she struggled to keep up with them.
She sucked harder at War, starving for his taste. Each groan or tightening of his hands thrilled her, the knowledge that she could shake his control, gave her more confidence.
War’s hands left her breasts to cup her face again, holding her still for his smooth strokes into her mouth.
“Taken from both ends, Treat,” his calm tone had her redoubling her efforts. “That soft mouth feels so good. I like how that tongue feels sliding over my cock.”
“I need an apology still,” Stone said.
In answer, Treat pushed back against him, moaning in her throat when he groaned and rubbed his hands over her back.
Stone plunged deep, his hands flat on her back, holding her in place f
or his thrusts.
She reveled in each bump and ridge of his cock sliding over her inner flesh, fisting her hands in the covers to steady herself. Trembling everywhere, she couldn’t stop moaning around War’s cock, her breath catching each time Stone’s sac created friction against her clit. Focusing on pleasing War got harder and harder, her attempts to lick and suck him getting clumsier as the need to come blocked out everything else.
She couldn’t stop gripping Stone’s cock, his words of encouragement rendering her senseless.
“Fuck. Your pussy’s so damned tight. I could fuck you forever.”
War’s hands slid into her hair again, guiding her movements. “Her mouth’s incredible. Her tongue’s like fucking velvet.” His hiss was like music to her ears.
“Fucking hell, she has an amazing mouth.”
She sucked on him eagerly, addicted to his taste and the deep groans that poured from him. Struggling to concentrate on what he said, she sucked in a breath when one of Stone’s hands slid around to cover her abdomen and moved lower.
Her clit burned, but Stone merely held her folds spread, not giving her the touch she needed.
War groaned again. “That’s it, baby. Damn, that mouth feels good. Not too far. Yeah, honey, just like that.”
Stone chuckled from behind her, his low laugh ending abruptly when she clenched on him. “Damn, darlin’, you feel so fucking good. I know you want me to touch your clit, babe. You’re just going to have to wait for it.”
War’s thrusts into her mouth came faster, but his hold on her kept his cock from going too far. “Give it to her then. She needs to come.”
“No way. Not yet. Look at her buck.”
Treat whimpered at the wave of shivers that raced through her. Shifting her weight to one side, she held herself up with one hand and reached down with the other, trying to keep her balance as she placed her fingers over her clit.
Stone slapped her ass, a sharp slap that stunned her.
“No, you don’t.”
He thrust faster, each word bit out between clenched teeth on each deep stroke.
“No. No. No. I. Make. You. Come.”
Frustrated that he wouldn’t give her clit the attention she needed, she pushed back against him and lost her balance.
War caught her, dropping his knees on the bed and using his thighs to support her, rubbing his hands over her shoulders. “Easy, honey. I’ve got you. Hell, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to swallow, baby, let go—oh, hell.”
The jolt of fire that hit her when Stone pinched her clit had her whimpering in her throat and sucking War harder.
War cursed, holding her steady with his hands in her hair and pulsed his release into her mouth. The muscles in his thighs became rock hard and trembled beneath her hands as he groaned and slowed his strokes.
Awestruck that she could draw such a response from him, she eagerly swallowed every drop, crying out from the strokes to her clit, each one like a live wire touching her and sending sharp sizzles racing through her.
She couldn’t stay still, rocking her hips no matter how hard she tried not to, afraid she would dislodge Stone’s finger from where he held it over her clit.
Withdrawing from her mouth, War knelt on the floor in front of her and held her against his shoulder, pushing her hair back from her face and smiling down at her. Cupping a breast, he used his thumb to caress her nipple just as the pleasure at her slit seemed to explode.
Arching her back, she lifted her bottom higher into Stone’s deep thrusts, crying out as he plunged deep and came, his cock jumping inside her. Her pussy milked him as the waves of bliss continued to race through her, the slowing drag of his fingers back and forth over her slippery clit keeping her on the razor-sharp edge of release for so long she screamed, a pinch of her clit sending her the rest of the way over.
Holding onto War and pressing her face against his soft, sweat drenched skin, she breathed in his clean scent, wishing this moment could last forever. She felt the sting of a slap on her ass, sat up, and glared at Stone.
“APOLOGIZE!” He smiled.
Chapter Sixteen
Treat opened an eye when she heard her phone ring. The men were gone, they had already said goodbye and told her she needed to stay in the house and wait for them to come back. She hadn’t argued.
“Hello,” she said into the phone sleepily.
“Treat?” a woman said to her.
“Yeah, who is this?” she said groggily.
“This is Trixie, we met at the party. The boys told me to pick you up and bring you to the clubhouse,” the woman said.
“Yeah, okay, I will be out front in a few.”
“Okay, see you then.” Treat grabbed her clothes and took a quick shower. She couldn’t wait to have time to actually talk to the guys about their house, it was okay, but the house needed some work.
When she was done, she heard the honk outside. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and walked out the door. As she walked she texted the guys she was on her way, like they told her she was supposed to do anytime she left the house.
“Hey, Treat,” the woman smiled at her as she slid into the car. Treat remembered her then, she was Skid’s old lady.
“Hey,” Treat said as her phone dinged. “How is Skid doing?”
The man was hilarious, she had met him only a few times, but every time he made her laugh. Trixie she had just met this last trip, she had been a new addition to Skid’s life in the last year, and Treat had been happy for the man.
“Oh, he is fine,” Trixie said and Treat pulled up her phone and saw War had texted her in reply.
When she clicked on the message, she frowned.
DID NOT SEND ANYONE
“I really wish you wouldn’t have done that,” Trixie said with a hard voice and Treat looked up. “It would have made getting out of here easier.”
“What?” Treat said and she heard a noise in the back seat. She looked over the edge and there lay Boo, on the floor, tied up with Buddy sleeping on her chest.
“You know when we met, you never questioned a damn thing. I mean, seriously, you would think you would have known me,” Trixie said and Treat turned to the woman who was smiling and pointing a gun at her.
“I don’t know who you are,” Treat snapped and narrowed her eyes. “But I do know you are gonna be dead when I am done with you.”
“Please, like you killed my sister?” Trixie said. “Yeah, you like my name, it was a dead giveaway. Trick—Trixie but you didn’t care did you. You didn’t care that you killed her. I know you were the one who got her mixed up with these bikers. My sister would never have gotten involved in anything like that willingly. Then you killed her.”
“What are you talking about? Trick didn’t have any family,” Treat snapped.
The woman growled, yes, actually growled at her. “I WAS HER FAMILY! SHE WAS MY SISTER BEFORE YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME!”
That was the last thing she heard the gun fired loudly and Treat felt nothing.
They found her, after all this crap they actually found her. War was listening to Stone speak to the man who married Treat’s mother. He felt satisfaction they were going to be able to give this to Treat. They only needed to figure out how the hell they would tell her they had been keeping something from her. That conversation may not go well, but in the end, hopefully she would be happy.
“Son, we will be there as soon as we can get the jet here to bring us back to the States. I am sorry my wife broke down on you when you called. Trust that she is overwhelmed with the news and too a little nervous on meeting her daughter once again after so many years of endless searches that led to dead ends,” Marco Dominic Acciai spoke through the phone with Stone.
“We haven’t told her everything yet but when we go back to the house we will fill her in. We aren’t quite sure how she is going to react but she is a strong woman and after she absorbs all the information, we are sure she will be happy.”
“I am a little concerned about this man
you told me about. I worry for her safety.”
“We have that covered, she will—” Stone stopped talking when War jumped up with his phone at his ear.
“What the fuck?” War yelled and ran for the door.
“War, what?”
“Treat said she was on her way, her ride had just arrived to get her,” War yelled over his shoulder and Stone pushed himself up to follow him and spoke into his phone, “Got an issue, talk with you later,” and disconnected his call.
They ran out into the courtyard just as the old beater of a car slammed through the gate, whoever was driving missed the brother who was guarding it by inches as he dove to the side.
Men poured out of the house behind him, yelling loudly but War and Stone had only one thing in mind. Finding their woman.
“War, Stone, Bic said she heard a gunshot. Jilly is alone in the house, Boo and Buddy are gone. She is panicking. Kink and the others just got here but they weren’t in a place they could follow,” Free snapped.
Nike and Bob walked right up to Free and held out the phone to him. They were calm, which was a little scary, Stone thought for a second. Free took the phone and said.
“Yeah.”
They waited, he wasn’t on the phone long, and when he hung up he looked grim.
“That was Shady,” he said and both men nodded. “The woman who has Treat is Trixie, man, Skid’s woman. She is Trick’s sister. Called Shady while she was picking up Treat, told Shady she was finally going to feel the pain she had felt when they killed her sister. The last thing she heard was the gunshot and then Trixie laughed and hung up.”
“In our own house?” War yelled.
“You have got to be shitting me!” Stone said at the same time.
Match came up to the group. “Skid is down, it is bad, man, we gotta get him to the hospital.”
Bob and Nike looked at War and Stone and Nike said, “We are with you.”
Free nodded and then turned and began barking orders. War looked at the girls and said, “You listen to orders.”
Stone and War walked to their bikes. Right now the club needed to deal with this shit, and they needed to find Treat. Kink, Raven, and Joker rolled up and waited while Nike and Bob went to their bikes as well. Stone raised his hand and the others followed as he left the compound. It was time to find out where that little fuck was hiding, and he knew just the rat that would know.
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