Theirs to Protect: A Rough MC Romance

by Piper Stone

  While I tossed my head, attempting to get away from him, the simple truth was I was far too aroused, my pussy likely staining my pants.

  Dylan closed the distance, crawling on the bed. As soon as Wade let me go, he had me in his arms, easily maneuvering me over his lap. When he brought his hand down against my backside, I wiggled back and forth forcefully until his breath skipped.

  “You still like playing games, I see,” he murmured, smacking me several additional times. “But I have a way of dealing with that.” As he fell onto the bed, he yanked me with him, only turning me to face the other way.

  Panting, I was able to watch Wade as he slowly unfastened his belt, the look on his face one of a predator who’d successfully caught fresh meat.

  A smile slowly spread across his face as he unzipped his jeans. “Don’t worry, princess. There will be another time soon I’ll be able to use my belt across your gorgeous backside, but not tonight.”

  Dylan brought me down, rubbing his throbbing cock against my swollen pussy as he cupped my breasts. “Hot and wet. Just like we want you to be at all times.” He nuzzled into my neck as he used his thumbs and forefingers to pinch my nipples sensually.

  While there was only minimal pressure, my muscles clenched, a ragged breath escaping my mouth. I undulated my hips as I rubbed my hands up and down his thighs. Every cell and muscle within my body shook from an intense jolt of electricity, my throat tightening. I was attracted to all three of them, my hunger off the charts. I’d never believed something like this could be possible.

  When Wade was completely undressed, his kept his heated gaze on me as he roughly rubbed his hands down his chest, sliding one between his legs to cup his balls. As he wrapped the other around the base of his shaft, he tilted back his head, letting off a primal roar.

  “Are you ready for me, sweet Kelly? Are you ready to have my cock buried deep inside of you?” Dylan whispered in a husky tone as he dragged his tongue down from the base of my ear, moving slowly down my neck.

  Tingling goosebumps seemed to follow the trail, popping up on every inch of naked skin. When he continued licking between my shoulder blades, my heart raced. As he pinched and twisted my hardened buds, I cried out from the combination of pain and pleasure. I closed my eyes, seconds later feeling the dip in the bed from Wade joining us.

  “I think you need a fat cock inside of you.” Dylan lifted my hips until he was able to slide his cockhead just inside my pussy. He dug his nails into my skin as he shifted me up and down, gently at first as I moaned. Then he picked up speed, yanking me all the way down until my bottom smacked against his legs.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.” I gripped his legs, arching my back as he forced me to ride him in a rough and tumble fashion. Within seconds, I was out of breath, my mind reeling from the sheer pleasure. He was so large, his cock swelling and as my muscles strained to accept the thick invasion, he refused to stop plucking my nipples.

  “That’s it, open up like a beautiful flower for me,” Dylan whispered then nipped my shoulder. “I want you filled with my seed. I was you covered in my cum.”

  I heard nothing from Wade. No growling. No heavy breathing. When I finally opened my eyes, I could see such a difference in him from before as he watched everything I did. He was so intense, his pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring.

  The man was going to eat me alive.

  “It’s my turn, brother,” he finally murmured, dragging his tongue across his lips after issuing the command. He lay on the bed, his arms behind his head, his feet crossed. The man had been simply enjoying the show.

  Dylan chuckled then planted several kisses on my heated skin before releasing me from his cock, but not before whispering a dark promise. “I assure you, sweet Kelly, there will be more.”

  With ease, Wade forced me to straddle his waist, cupping my breast as he held me aloft. “Now, you belong to me. Do you like that? Do you crave Big Daddy filling you? Fucking you like the bad little girl you are?”

  “Yes.”

  He chuckled darkly as he squeezed my breasts, shaking his head several times. “Let’s try that again. Time you learned some respect.”

  My entire body quivered as I stared down at him, gazing into a portion of his soul and for a few seconds, I no longer believed he had a conscience. But I knew exactly what he wanted.

  “Yes, Big Daddy.” As I glanced down at his throbbing cock, my mouth watered all over again. The tip was engorged with blood, veins popping out on both sides and his balls were so swollen.

  Flicking his finger back and forth across my nipples, he gave me a nod of approval. “That’s better. I think you need to learn who’s in charge here. You’re a very bad girl and need to learn manners.”

  If he expected me to answer, I had no time. He pulled me down, spreading my pussy lips, laughing softly before dragging me all the way down.

  I threw my head back, trying desperately to catch my breath, a series of moans rushing up from my throat. Between the force and the angle, I was immediately thrown into a series of spasms. My God, my pussy was going to orgasm almost... Almost...

  Shock washed over me like a giant wave as the climax hit me hard, stealing my breath. This had never happened to me before. I was shaking all over, lights flashing in front of my eyes. “Oh, my. Oh. Oh... Yes...” I couldn’t stop flinching and as he pumped me up and down several times, I was forced to loll my head.

  “What do you say, little princess?” Wade whispered, the words floating into my ears.

  “Thank you, Big Daddy.” My skin was on fire, so sensitive that I had difficulty breathing.

  “Good girl.” He used his powerful muscles to jut his hips, thrusting into me as he yanked me down several times.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” It felt like I was riding a bucking bronco, my entire body shaking from the force.

  “Oh, yeah. So damn wet. I could drown in you for days,” he huffed and eased up slightly as he pulled me down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. His sounds were totally barbaric as he sucked and licked.

  I was thrown by the extreme pleasure, falling into raw bliss. When I felt the sensations of Dylan’s body behind mine, his cock pressed up against my ass, I shivered visibly.

  “Mmm... Rrrrr...” Wade growled as he shifted to my other breast, engulfing almost half as he feasted.

  “This time, I get to fuck that tight ass of yours,” Dylan said, his voice almost lost in the guttural sounds.

  But I heard him.

  I knew exactly what he was going to do to me.

  Devour.

  Dylan fisted my hair, yanking my head back forcefully even as he pushed me down closer to Wade. He thrust his fingers beside Wade’s cock, pumping several times then slid them up the crack of my ass as he leaned over. “Take a deep breath, sweet Kelly. You’re going to be filled completely.”

  I bit back a cry as he slipped one then two other fingers into my dark hole, instantly pushing past my tight ring of muscle. As before, the pain was instantaneous, blinding yet I wiggled against him, clamping down.

  “I think the little girl is hungry,” Wade murmured before swirling his tongue around my nipple.

  “Not as famished as I am.” Dylan scooted closer as he removed his fingers, tapping my bottom. “Relax for me, baby girl. Time to get fucked.”

  I held my breath as he slipped his cock inside, stretching me wide open. Dropping my head, whimpers escaped my mouth as a rush of adrenaline swept through me. I could no longer breathe from the pain even as pure euphoria almost instantly began to take over. I was lost in a parallel universe, watching as two powerful, brawny men fucked me.

  When they began to work together, moving in and out, thrusting with wanton abandon, I lost all aspects of control. Every inch of my body tingled, a wildfire building deep within me, threatening to consume all three of us. We rocked together, two cocks plunging so deep inside that I could no longer feel my toes.

  “Yes... That’s it. Take all of me,” Dylan said gruffly as he gripped my hips, driving into
me hard and fast.

  The sounds were exciting, their guttural growls absolutely beautiful to hear, echoing in my already ringing ears. I no longer cared about anything else. There was no danger, no worries about the future. There was only this moment in time.

  And absolute pleasure.

  The loud creaking of the bed mixed with the hard fucking created a lulling reminder of how exquisite the moment shared truly was. As the brutal fucking continued, I realized my thoughts had drifted to Crockett. A smile curled on my face as every slice of tension eased from my body, leaving me quivering to the very core.

  “You need to come for me, baby girl. Come on Big Daddy’s cock.” Wade’s command was soft spoken but full of domination.

  When I managed to open my eyes, I could see such burning emotion in his. He was no longer the angry man who’d remained uncertain about a wayward woman. He was a man possessed with desire, one taking everything he believed he deserved.

  And I wanted him to take more and more.

  The thought riveting, I let myself go, another beautiful wave sliding up from my toes, slamming into my aching pussy.

  “Oh. Oh... Yes...” I heard the strangled sound of my cries and could only smile. This was what pure ecstasy was made of.

  The men refused to stop, thrusting harder. Faster. I was in a surreal state, the bliss molding into something else entirely. A second orgasm came on fast, tripping every live wire until I was exploding inside, my muscles clamping and releasing with such fury that I heard the change in both men’s breathing.

  They were close to coming.

  And so I squeezed again, rocking my body as hard against them as the tight confines would allow.

  “Fuck. I can’t hold back. I can’t...” Wade’s face pinched, his entire body shaking violently. When he gripped my breasts again, I tossed my head back, staring up at the ceiling and letting off a primal scream.

  “Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes!” Dylan roared as he climaxed, his body jerking.

  I could feel the warmth of their combined cum spewing into me, filling me with their seed. My body was on fire, tingling to the point of sheer unbridled pleasure.

  They clung to me for several minutes, caressing my arms and legs until my breathing returned to normal. When Dylan finally released me, I fell on top of Wade, marveling at the rapid beating of his heart.

  What I realized as I brushed my fingers across his burning skin was that I could do this, sharing all of me with three men quite possible for the rest of my life.

  As if fantasies were possible.

  As if monsters wouldn’t continue to hunt.

  As if fate would allow me to enjoy my life.

  Yet as I closed my eyes, for a few incredible seconds, the beautiful dream seemed possible.

  But only if Crockett was by my side.

  Chapter Ten

  Crockett

  Fate.

  I didn’t believe in that shit any more than I believed in love, yet I’d thought about both more than once since jumping on the bike. As I roared down the highway, I was unable to get Kelly out of my mind. Even the rush of wind did little to cool me off. I was angry, incensed, and damn furious with myself for not demanding answers to questions earlier.

  I was also enraged I’d walked out of the room without so much as attempting to comfort her. I’d watched as she slowly began to fade away, terror nearly ripping her apart and I’d been the same asshole as always.

  Uncaring.

  Unforgiving.

  Hell, it was like I blamed her for the shit in my life. I knew the reason why. She’d managed to slide underneath the steel plate I’d secured around myself years before, digging into the remaining scars that had never healed. The clamp down wasn’t from her questions that she’d been so right about. It had nothing to do with the crazy deal we’d made, the feeling of ownership.

  The adrenaline rush and constant fire burning deep within had been because of her gentle touch, the way her lavender eyes looked when she fell into extreme pleasure and the sound of her voice tickling against my skin.

  Even now, I shivered like some lovesick boy, prepared to do anything he could in order to have the girl of his dreams.

  I kicked down on the accelerator, blowing past several slow as fuck vehicles, using the rush of being back on the road to try to soothe what I knew could never be shut down again. I was alive and on fire, bitter at the world and prepared to fight to the death if necessary.

  In order to make things right.

  In order to kill the fucker who’d destroyed my life.

  I kept the bike in the far-left lane, hunkering over the handlebars. There was nothing like a ride. Wind in my face. Nature all around me. Even the waning evening light seemed glorious after having spent a full week holed up in a cabin, a place I’d poured blood, sweat, and tears into creating.

  Who was I kidding? I couldn’t stand being in the very location I’d sworn after the gruesome day I’d never live in. The choice to allow the cabin to be used as a safe house had been mine, but there hadn’t been another one to make.

  Not if we wanted to continue to breathe.

  Then Kelly had smashed through every barrier.

  I roared the engine, once again weaving in and out of traffic, barely cognizant of the horns honking their disapproval.

  What I’d been forced to realize was that I actually liked the girl. Liked? Shit, I craved her to very core of my being, but that could no longer get in the way of business.

  The one other thing that riding did for me was provide a sense of clarity. On mile twenty, I’d allowed myself to go through the vicious details of why Michael’s name had furrowed in the back of my mind. He’d been in the news almost eleven years before, the crime he’d committed considered heinous by anyone’s standards.

  Michael had still been a minor, although charged as an adult. While the press had been all but shut out covering such a horrific case, I’d heard several of the details.

  The asshole had been exonerated, even though the evidence had been glaring, the details sealed given his age, which is why Kelly hadn’t found anything on the internet. I’d heard about the cries insinuating special treatment given the family’s wealth and influence, but by then, everyone had looked the other way.

  Except for the poor prosecutor on the case. He’d lost his life in a tragic accident only four days after the not guilty plea had been issued, Michael freed to resume his life after seven months languishing behind bars. And his father’s wealth and several estates had been left to his only living relative.

  Everyone had known exactly why the attorney had been electrocuted, but no one wanted to touch the resounding evidence found on the scene.

  Now I understood why.

  While two tenacious reporters had broken the veil of child protection, penning inflammatory stories, not only had their articles disappeared, they had as well. There had been rumors of some connection to law enforcement, much like Kelly continued to believe.

  By all accounts, Michael wielded more power than any arm of the law or ruthless drug lord. What made him extraordinarily dangerous was the fact he’d lived a clean life while amassing his billions.

  My skin crawled just thinking about what he might have done to Kelly.

  When the exit sign for the meet indicated only three more miles, I hissed. The call to Hawk had been risky as fuck, but I didn’t want to have the conversation on any phone, burner or not. If he was the one who could secure the truth, then the possible threat of a breach of security was worth it.

  I pushed the Harley while still keeping it just above the speed limit. The last thing I needed was to be pulled over for some traffic offense. There were still plenty of people who would remember who I was. Any recognition, a confirmed identification could get back to the wrong parties. I didn’t think Hell’s Fury was ready for a bloodbath, at least not until we knew Domingo would suffer extensively.

  Hawk had selected the meeting ground; a small diner located a couple of miles off the interstate. At least he
’d met me halfway in some bum-fuck location that likely no one knew about. The man knew every off the grid location, which is also why I’d broken the rules.

  I found the joint easily enough, roaring into the lot and parking around back in an effort to avoid detection as well as prying eyes. His Harley was already positioned and far removed from any of the other vehicles. I geared down, cutting the engine, making certain the Glock was still in place positioned in the small of my back. At this point, I didn’t trust anything or anyone. After securing the helmet, I waited a full minute before walking inside. The place smelled of greasy burgers and years of deep-fried food, the stench creating a wave of nausea.

  The place was filled with long haul truckers seeking refuge and likely a few locals, none of whom understood the kind of danger they were in. If this meeting had been compromised, there wouldn’t be a person left to order another slice of cherry pie.

  No one paid any attention when I headed to the back, barely acknowledging Hawk before sitting down. This wasn’t a social visit and I could easily tell he was pissed as the fact I’d broken one of the cardinal rules.

  No contact. Period. For any reason.

  “You broke protocol,” he said under his breath, not bothering to look me in the eyes. He looked gruff as ever, the facial lines in his face deeper than I remembered.

  “I had to. There was no other choice.” I rubbed my hands on my jeans, realizing I was nervous, although my particular reason why had no bearing on this particular meeting. The moment Michael Capatelli had been connected to Kelly, I’d realized my days were numbered. There was no reason to believe Michael had discovered any details of the operation, but my gut told me he would never stop searching for his possession.

  He took a sip of coffee before lifting his head, his gray eyes boring into mine. “Let me hear it.”

  “Do you know the name Michael Capatelli?” There was instant recognition, the sneer on his face one of hatred.

  “The motherfucker is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Why do you ask?”