by Marla Monroe
Chapter Twelve
Hard hands grabbed and pinched at her as her clothes were ripped from her body. Taylor fought her attackers, trying to scream but unable to get a sound out no matter how hard she tried. A knife glinted in the light above her, its downward plunge finally drawing a scream from her throat. She sat up gasping for air.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.” Sawyer’s voice soothed her even as his arms held her close.
“We’ve got you, precious. Just breathe slowly. You’re going to hyperventilate, honey.” Max held her face in both of his hands looking into her eyes with so much calmness she found herself slowly following his directions.
“That’s it, Taylor. Breathe with me. Slow, deep breaths,” Max said.
She slowly relaxed between them until she no longer felt as if her heart was going to explode from her chest. Then she realized that not only was she totally naked, so were they. The sheets had fallen to her waist, revealing her breasts and the tops of their thighs along with some very impressive cocks. Even though they weren’t hard, they were both still quite large.
She jerked her eyes away from their crotches and tried to focus on keeping her breathing normal. It wasn’t easy when two very virile men sat on either side of her. Their sexual potency oozed from their pores and threatened to suffocate her with arousal. She’d just had a nightmare that had felt very real, and here she was thinking naughty thoughts about two men—at the same time. She should feel ashamed and embarrassed by the directions of her thoughts, but instead, all she felt was need. Need so deep, hot, and intense that Taylor wasn’t sure she would live through it if she didn’t satisfy at least some part of it.
Sawyer must have seen something of it in her eyes because his eyelids lowered and his nostrils flared. Could he smell how her pussy was already growing moist just thinking about them? Instead of blushing as she normally did when something so intimate occurred to her, Taylor embraced the need flowing like hot liquid lava through her veins and relaxed the tight grip she’d had on the covers at her waist.
She made no move to cover herself. When Sawyer reached out and rested his hand over her bare breast, she only closed her eyes at the warmth that seeped into her skin at his touch. She couldn’t deny to herself how they made her feel any longer. Even if this was only one time, she wanted them, wanted what they could give her.
Sawyer’s touch grew bolder. He gently squeezed her breast, then tugged on her nipple. The tingly sensation traveled all the way to her clit, tightening the little knot of nerves at each pull.
“Lie back, babe. Let us make you feel good.” Sawyer eased her back until she lay flat on the bed.
She opened her eyes to find Max staring intently at her face. Uncertainty filled his eyes as he cupped her cheek in one hand.
“Taylor?”
“I want you, Max. You and Sawyer both. Please.” She added the please in hopes it would wash away any fears he had that she would cry foul later.
Taylor had no intentions of changing her mind. Her nightmare had driven home the fact that life was short. She had no idea if she would survive whatever was coming. She wanted to experience whatever Max and Sawyer could show her without worrying about the consequences. She might not have a tomorrow in her future. All her life, Taylor had done what she thought was right for everyone but herself, thinking that there would be plenty of time later. Well, later wasn’t a promise, and she wasn’t taking the chance that she never got the opportunity to find out what it felt like to be wanted the way Max and Sawyer appeared to want her right now.
Max covered her mouth with his, a mere brush of lips against hers at first. Then he deepened the kiss, seeking more from her. She eagerly opened to him, welcoming him inside as he gently at first explored and teased until she thought she would go up in flames.
Seconds later, Sawyer’s hot, wet mouth closed over her nipple, drawing on it in tight pulls that stimulated every nerve in her womb. Her clit throbbed in time to the sensuous rhythm he set. He alternated sharp nips from his teeth with raspy licks of his tongue. He pulled and pinched the other nipple, making sure it wasn’t left unattended. Then he switched, and it all started all over again.
Taylor’s moans and gasps were muffled by Max as he devoured her mouth. She realized that at some point she’d wrapped one arm around his neck and the other clasped Sawyer to her breast. Their dual assault had her keening with arousal to the point she didn’t know what to do. Never had she felt so alive. Nothing had ever felt this way before.
Max pulled back from her mouth to nibble along her jaw and down her neck. When he reached her shoulder, he nudged Sawyer’s hand aside and took over at her nipple. With both men attending to her sensitive nipples, Taylor couldn’t be quiet. The more noises she made, the more they sucked and bit at her tender flesh. Each touch of their teeth or tongue sent another wave of pure pleasure to her pussy.
“Fuck! I can smell her. I’ve got to have a taste.” Sawyer gave her nipple one last lick then kissed his way down her abdomen and pelvis to her trimmed mound.
“Oh, baby. You’re soaking wet for us.” He slid his tongue between her pussy lips.
“What does she taste like, Sawyer?” Max’s voice had dropped even lower until now it was raspy.
“Like sweet ambrosia. I could feast on her all day,” Sawyer said.
“My turn next. Don’t get comfortable down there.”
Sawyer’s only reply was a vibrant hum that sent shivers down her spine. He lapped at her juices like a cat after cream. The more he licked, the tighter her body felt until she felt like a rubber band ready to snap.
“Oh, God. Please, please. I need you, do something.” Taylor didn’t know what she needed, but she needed it soon.
Sawyer licked around her clit over and over. Each pass barely missed the bundle of nerves, sending growls of frustration from her throat. She felt a finger ringing her slit, teasing her with its close proximity to her opening. She desperately needed them inside of her. No matter how hard she tried to move her pelvis in that direction, Sawyer kept his fingers just at the edge.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Sawyer entered her using one finger, pumping his way through her tight vaginal muscles until he was up to his knuckle inside her cunt. He thrust it in and out of her, stroking the slick walls of her pussy with each pass. When he added a second finger, Taylor wasn’t sure she would be able to last until he managed to get both all the way inside of her. To her surprise, her body stretched to accommodate them just fine. Now the pressure was more intense, and the pleasure almost jumped out at her as he found some special spot deep in her cunt that pretty much shot mini-climaxes all over her body with each touch.
“Yes! More! Please, I want more.” She was almost sobbing now. Her need to climax had tripled until she would do almost anything for relief.
“Sawyer, now! Hurry, man. I want a taste of her,” Max said.
Without warning, Max bit down on her nipple even as he lightly pinched the other one while Sawyer sucked hard on her clit and stroked that sweet spot inside of her. In that instant, her world flew apart. She literally exploded between them, her orgasm tightening every muscle in her body then relaxing her all over to the point of feeling boneless. Taylor was sure she would slide right out of her body.
Her scream of completion barely registered with her as she fought not to lose consciousness. She had to be dreaming. Nothing really felt this good. It just wasn’t possible.
As suddenly as it had started, her climax wasn’t going to quickly fade. Instead, she rode out the heat of it until she realized that Max had moved a very reluctant Sawyer out of the way to taste her juices for himself. His tongue lapped gently at her swollen folds. Each lick provided her with another brief memory of her climax for a bit longer.
“I’ve got to have you, precious. I need to feel all that wet heat around my dick.” Max’s strained voice gave her enough power that she thought she could make it through this without regrets.
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bsp; Knowing that she had some measure of the same effect on them as they had on her thrilled her beyond measure. This was well worth any future heartache at their eventual loss. She knew they would move on. She had no way to hold them. She wasn’t sophisticated, had no real experience in their way of life, and wasn’t a femme fatal. They would eventually tire of her lack of experience. Until then, she would savor every moment spent with them.
Max crawled up her body and kissed her, sharing her unique flavor. The need in his eyes made her feel wanted in a way that no man had ever made her feel before. She watched as he leaned back and moved one of her legs over his arm.
“Max.” Sawyer handed him a package.
“Fuck, I nearly forgot,” Max said.
He tore open the plastic then quickly rolled the prophylaxis down his shaft before lining it up with her slit. Taylor watched as he slowly pushed forward, burying the tip of his dick just inside her entrance. His groan as she slowly enveloped him in her wet heat increased her arousal.
“Ah, so good. So damn good, Taylor.” Max’s hoarse voice seemed to build her arousal even higher.
“Please, Max. More.”
He growled above her and slowly worked his way inside her tight cunt. The burn from the stretch to accommodate his thick cock felt good. Every time he pulled out and thrust back inside of her, he made it a little deeper until finally he bumped against her cervix with a pinch of pain. Max instantly stilled.
“Hell, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” he asked.
She looked up into his serious gaze and smiled. “I’m fine. Fuck me, Max. Fuck me hard.”
He looked over toward Sawyer. “She needs something to occupy her mouth, man. She’s trying to tell me what to do.”
“My pleasure,” the other man said.
Taylor wondered for only a second what Max was talking about before Sawyer’s rigid dick touched her lightly on the lips.
“Open up, babe.”
She had never been very good at oral sex. Worry ate into her desire as she opened her mouth to let Sawyer’s cock slide inside. He didn’t immediately start thrusting away like she expected. Instead, he let her get used to the way the shaft stretched her wide. She licked around the crown and over the tip where a drop of pre-cum exploded across her taste buds. She hummed her approval.
“Fuck, babe. You do that again, and I might blow right now,” Sawyer said.
Excited that she could affect him like that, she lightly rasped her teeth across his shaft before swiping her tongue back over it. He jerked in her mouth and groaned. He must have taken her playful nip as a sign that she was ready for him to start moving. Sawyer pulled his cock almost all the way out then stroked back in until the crown touched the back of her throat. Taylor struggled not to gag.
“Easy, baby. Just relax and breathe through your nose for me.” He slowly thrust deeper but immediately pulled back out before she could panic.
Taylor prayed he wouldn’t get upset if she couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t anything she’d had much practice in.
“Good, girl. Let’s do that again,” he said.
As Sawyer thrust deeper down her throat each time, Max continued to pump in and out of her pussy with his thick dick. She vacillated between each man, unable to give either of them her total attention before the other jerked her back to him. Her climax built with each stroke of Max’s cock through her sensitive folds while Sawyer courted her excitement at being able to take him deeper than she ever thought possible. Every time he groaned and cursed, she saw it as a triumph.
“Hell, Max. I’m not going to last. She’s got my balls so tight I can’t think,” Sawyer said.
“Go, man. I’m almost there.” Max’s reply had Taylor so excited she almost forgot to breathe around Sawyer’s dick when he started to pump faster in and out of her mouth.
She could feel the tension in his thrusts and see how the muscles of his thighs were corded and tight. The rhythm of his thrusts grew frenzied until he shouted her name and ribbons of cum poured into her mouth and down her throat. Taylor struggled to swallow without losing any. Sawyer pulled out and draped her breasts with the remainder of his cum.
“Aw, fuck that was unbelievable.” Sawyer collapsed to the bed beside her, panting like a dog back from a run around the yard.
Taylor was shocked when he turned her face toward him and kissed her despite her having just swallowed his seed. Then all thoughts left her mind as Max lifted both of her legs and pounded into her as if his life depended on getting inside of her.
Pressure built as her cunt tightened. How could she possibly have another orgasm so soon after the first one? Still, her body seemed to hang in the air, waiting, striving toward just that. Then Sawyer stroked over her clit with his fingers. A jolt of electricity attacked all of her muscles so that they clamped down, and she saw stars as her climax sent her flying.
It felt as if her body fell away, and she soared through space and time. Dimly she heard Max calling out, but had no idea what he said with the ringing in her ears.
Long moments later, she opened her eyes to find both men wrapped around her, their even breaths told her they’d fallen asleep. Her body felt lighter, and her mind freer than she’d ever remembered. As much as she wanted to savor the moment, Taylor could tell that sleep would rob her of that fleeting relief. She was sure when she woke up that everything would be just as it had been before. She’d have a crazy stalker intent on hurting her, a business that was failing, and she’d still be on her own.
Chapter Thirteen
“What the hell?” Sawyer jerked awake to the sound of alarms going off.
Immediately, he and Max were out of bed pulling on jeans and sliding their feet into boots without benefit of socks. He looked over to where a frantic Taylor jerked on the sweats she’d worn the day before.
“Get in the bathroom, babe. Lock the door and sit in the shower,” he said.
“Now, Taylor!” Max’s no nonsense voice spurred her into action.
Sawyer watched as she ran to the bathroom and shut the door. The sound of the lock engaging was all he needed to get in gear. He grabbed his Ruger from the drawer in the bedside table and led the way down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, the sound of someone pounding on the door that lead out into the employee parking lot could be heard. Easing open the stairwell door, he led with his weapon.
He and Max exchanged looks. Max shrugged, leaving the decision of what to do up to him. Sawyer stood to one side of the door and called out as he silenced the alarm.
“Who is it?”
“Open this fucking door! Where’s our sister?” a voice yelled back.
Sawyer grinned over at a scowling Max. It looked like the brothers weren’t pansies after all.
“Who is this? I’m not asking again. The sheriff’s department is on their way.”
“Good. Then maybe you’ll tell us where our sister is. Now open this damn door!”
“Boy, what’s your name?” Sawyer yelled in his best military brook no argument voice once more.
“I’m Rodney Rizzoli. That’s my sister you have in there. Now let me in!”
Sawyer checked his watch. The sheriff’s department should be driving up soon. He smiled over at Max and slowly unbolted the door. When he opened the door, two SUV’s skidded into the parking lot at the same time, lights flashing but their sirens quiet.
Sawyer stared into the worried and angry faces of two young men who could only be Taylor’s brothers—twin brothers.
“Where is Taylor?” One of them demanded.
“Sawyer? What’s going on?” Evan asked as he and Brad walked up, their hands resting on the butts of their weapons.
“I think these are Taylor’s brothers. One of them is Rodney Rizzoli. They happened by unannounced,” he said.
“Fuck you! Let us see Taylor,” the other man said.
“Now, calm down, boys. You do look familiar, but I can’t say as I remember seeing you around lately,” Brad said.
“Don’t screw wi
th us, Brad. You know who we are. Now what the hell is going on with Taylor, and what is she doing staying at the Golden Shackles with these assholes?”
“Sawyer, Max, this is Rodney,” Brad pointed at the first man who was wearing a navy blue T-shirt with a black coat on top of it. “And this reprobate is Richard, his brother.” The other man wore a long-sleeve brown flannel shirt with a brown sheepskin jacket on top.
“Since we don’t have on shirts and its cold enough to freeze lead, let’s all go inside and talk this out,” Max suggested.
The twins grudgingly agreed and followed the Max inside. Evan stopped Sawyer before he went in.
“Can you two handle this without a fight? We’ve got a mess brewing across town outside of one of the ranches,” he said.
“Yeah, we’ve got this. Go on. Thanks for coming out though.”
“No problem. Don’t bust their chops. They mean well,” Evan said.
“Seems like it’s a little late in coming though.”
Evan shrugged and left. Sawyer closed the door and locked it. Then he turned to find the twins standing across the room with their hands on their hips and stubborn expressions on their worried faces. He glanced at where Max was brewing coffee at the wet bar in the back of the room. Right then he could have used a shot of whiskey more, but coffee would keep things at a more manageable level.
“I’m Sawyer and this is Max. We’re the managers of the club now,” he began.
“I know who you are and all about the club. What I want to know is why our sister is here in the first place?”
“That’s her business, not yours,” Max said as he handed them steaming mugs of hot coffee.
“The hell it’s not,” Rodney said. “If someone is bothering her, we’ll take care of her. She has no business here.”
“Seems like you waited long enough to show up,” Sawyer pointed out. “I mean this has been going on for weeks now.”
