“Now,” she screamed in impatience, wanting him to move faster.
Blade pushed inside her at the same time and kissed her deeply. She felt a sharp pinch as Shark pinched her nipple, and then pure pleasure. She needed him to move, so she moved her hips, but turned her head to look at Shark who was looking intensely at her face. Shit, it was like he was looking into her soul.
Blade growled and then pushed her legs open a little more and leaned up to get a better position. He pumped in and out of her slowly, making sure that he was gentle, but hitting her clit with every pass. Rebel felt the tide of another orgasm building. She didn’t lose eye contact with Shark as if it felt wrong somehow if she did.
Blade leaned down, kissed both her nipples and then sucked one of them in while continuing to slide in and out of her. She forced herself to break eye contact with Shark, and she turned, pulled Blade’s head up and kissed him with all that she had in her. Rebel screamed into his mouth when she came again.
It took her a moment to catch her breath. It didn’t help that a two hundred-fifty-plus-pound man lay on top of her. She felt him move slowly, slide out of her, and fall to the side.
“Rebel, you good?” Blade whispered and kissed her gently before he grabbed a towel and cleaned her.
She looked up at him, smiled, took his face in her hands, kissed him, and said, “Yes, you were made for me!”
Shark pushed his friend and said, “My turn.”
Rebel smiled and then looked at him hungrily. “You were made for me too, both of you.”
“Damn straight,” Shark growled and moved.
He settled over her and began kissing her. She really didn’t want to tell him that she was probably not going to be able to have another orgasm. So she kept silent and allowed him to kiss, play, and tell her he was made for her. Then to her surprise, Rebel felt her arousal build again. Holy shit. Was it going to be like this all the time?
He kissed her and nipped at her lips until she was writhing once again. She lifted her heavy arms and held him close. He kissed her passionately and then pulled back and smiled. “On your hands and knees, Rebel.”
She moaned a little but turned over and did as he said. Blade leaned over and took her mouth as Shark positioned himself behind her. He pushed her legs apart and then slowly ran a finger through her pussy lips, making sure she was wet. First, he pushed a finger into her, and she felt the difference in the position. She pushed back a little and then gasped when he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his long, thick cock, impaling her with one thrust.
“Help me out, brother,” Shark said, and she felt a hand move under her and begin circling her clit with his finger while Shark began to move behind her. All she could do was hold on as they worked over her body. The sensations were different. When Blade was inside her, he was smooth and gentle while Shark was commanding and demanding. He pulled her hips back and moved, so she felt his cock all the way as he slid inside again.
With Blade playing with her clit, it wasn’t long before she was panting and screaming again, “Harder!”
Shark grunted and began to move faster. He bent over her and pushed as far as he could, pushing her over the edge yet again. Rebel screamed out her release and then fell to the bed with him rolling so he wouldn’t squash her. She settled in between the two men and sighed, this was her life now, wasn’t it?
Chapter Ten
Rebel sat up and looked around. Fuck, she didn’t remember falling asleep, and her dream, damn, if those two men could actually fuck like that, she was going to be in heaven. With a grin, she stood up, stretched out all of the kinks, and there were a lot, but they also felt so much better. Her shoulder was the worst, but if she moved it around it seemed to loosen up. She heard deep murmurs coming from the bedroom, and she frowned. Who was in her room?
She walked to the doorway, and her mouth almost dropped open. Shark was laying on the bed, in only his jeans with pillows behind him propping him up, but damn a six pack abs, she thought that was a myth, and Blade, he was sitting at the small table. And fuck a duck, he was bare-chested as well. Rebel almost licked her lips, this was a dream come true, thank you Tinker Bell.
Blade saw her first, and he stood as he waved her into the room. “Hey, sweetheart, come on in. We were waiting for you to wake up.”
She frowned, “Wait, what time is it?”
Shark chuckled. “It’s a little after seven pm.”
Her eyes widened. “I slept for six hours?”
They both nodded, and she groaned. “I hate doing that, now I’ll be awake all damn night.”
The men looked at each other and kinda grinned. She ignored that, men, really was that all they thought about? She shook her head, well, she had been thinking the same thing, but she wouldn’t admit that.
“You hungry?” Blade asked, and she nodded.
“Famished.”
“Then come on and sit down, I will heat up the food Harmony ordered, you’ll like it.”
She nodded and walked to the table as Blade walked into the kitchenette. Shark watched her intently, she assumed looking to see if she was in pain. She wasn’t so she could physically see him relax. “How you feeling?” he asked when she was seated.
Rebel shrugged. “A few places are sore, mostly my shoulder.”
Shark nodded and said, “Freedom picked up the meds they prescribed, they’re in the other room.”
“Got one already,” Blade called, and Rebel smiled. Wow, she could get used to this.
Blade walked into the room carrying a huge bowl of something that smelled amazing. She took a deep breath, her stomach growled. “That smells great.”
He set down the bowl filled with a pasta and cream sauce, and she almost kissed him. Then he pulled a bottle of water out of his back pocket and set down two pills on the table along with a fork. She smiled and took the pills and then dug in.
“Oh my God, this is so good.” She groaned after the first bite. Both men smiled.
“The girls know where to eat around here. Now, while you were sleeping we have been doing some research into the fuckwad we are looking for. Seems he had aspirations of becoming the President of the Black Hearts, but he lost the vote. Pissed him off, especially when the new President made him the Road Captain. He felt slighted,” Shark said, and Rebel nodded.
“Yeah, that is one thing I do remember from that day, he wasn’t in charge. When one of the other members came around the side of the house and yelled at him, he was pissed off.”
“Being the Road Captain, though, made it so he could continue his crap without anyone knowing really. Creed and Fork agree, him being here means they are scoping out shit before the rest of them get here, which is good for us. The other good part is, none of the guys he is traveling with seem to like him all that much. Tank and the Furies have been watching them all day, and every time he leaves, it is by himself. When he is gone, the men seem to be on the phone a fuck of a lot more. If I were a betting man, I would bet that they are reporting back to the President, who is actually giving those guys more information than old Pete,” Blade said.
“Tomorrow, we’re all going to get our shit together first thing in the morning. Fork, Blade, and Cajun are going to ride out to follow him, see if he’s going somewhere we can get to him. If they have a chance, they will take him. Shady is already contacting a few of her connections, she’s going to get us someplace secluded to take him and deal with him,” Shark said, and Rebel frowned.
“Wait,” Rebel said. “Why aren’t we all going? I mean, I get you guys know what you are doing, but I want to be there, so he sees me. I want him to know who the fuck is taking him.”
Both men were silent for a minute, and then Shark said, “I understand how you’re feeling, but you don’t have a bike, which means you would need to ride on Blade’s or mine. The Hummer will be too high profile with the bikes, this is LA, people will notice if we snatch him in broad daylight.”
Rebel sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, but if you ge
t him, the second you can you call and I will be there.”
Blade nodded. “Not a problem. We aren’t trying to take this away from you, we’re just trying to do it with the least amount of attention.”
Rebel took another bite before she answered, “I know, but it just feels like I’m not doing it.”
Shark sat up and moved to the table, he sat on the other side of Rebel and looked at her intently. “You are doing it; we are just helping. I swear you will be there when it’s time. We’re just trying to make sure no one gets caught, and the Black Hearts don’t see anything either. I understand your situation, but we need to factor in the club’s as well. Plus, you need to understand you are under our protection, which means we will do everything in our power to make sure you succeed and come out unscathed.”
Rebel nodded, she knew they would have to do that, maybe that was why she hadn’t come out and told them what she was doing. She knew they would have to put their club first while she didn’t. She also understood what their protection meant, and they were going to find out real quick, she could take care of herself. Now, it seemed she didn’t have a choice, especially since she had no bike. She frowned down at her plate.
Blade asked, “What?”
She looked up startled that either of them had noticed her change in mood, no one had ever done that to her before, ever, except her mom. “I was thinking about my bike.”
Shark tilted his head. “What about it?”
Rebel shrugged, “Well, it is the first thing I ever bought with my own money you know? I had it custom made.”
Blade nodded. “We saw it, and whoever built it for you did an awesome job. Of course, not as good as our shop, did you know Georgie and Sofia are working at the shop now?”
Rebel shook her head. “I haven’t had a chance to go in there. Besides, I’m pretty sure I can’t afford one of theirs. All my free time has been…”
“Looking for numbnuts?” Shark said, and she nodded.
“Yeah, well, anyway. She was my baby, now, I don’t know what to do, I will never own a car,” she said sadly and then looked at them and shrugged. “I guess I will talk to Dad when he gets here, he may have some ideas.”
She didn’t notice the men looking at each other while they talked during the rest of her meal. Rebel found out a little more about them, which made her relax. They were open with everything. She had already bared her soul once today, she didn’t again because she felt like maybe she was a step ahead of them.
“Come on,” Shark said and stood, walked to the bed and laid down. “Let’s watch a movie?”
Rebel stared at him and then Blade got up and went to the other side of the bed and pulled out the pillows from the large king size bed. She bit she lip, and then finally she shrugged and walked to the end of the bed, crawling right up the middle until she was snuggled in the pillows they moved for her.
“I get to pick, though,” she said as she grabbed the remote from Shark.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, we don’t let chicks pick the movie,” Shark said, and Rebel laughed and clicked the pay-per-view button on the remote.
“This time you are,” she said smugly and then she focused on the television.
The guys both laughed and then settled back down. “You pick a chick movie it is gonna be on,” Shark warned, and she rolled her eyes.
“Would I pick a chick flick?” Rebel asked.
“Okay, Freedom’s favorite movie is Dirty Dancing, Harmony’s favorite movie is Pitch Perfect, and Shady’s favorite movie is Pretty Woman. The guys at the club have watched those fucking movies so many times I’m surprised we haven’t slit our throats or begun to braid each other’s hair. Now Rain, she is a classic girl My Fair Lady,
Treat is a little more subtle 10 Things I Hate About You, Nike is all about Grease, but Bob, she is the kicker ‘cause for a time her favorite was When Harry Met Sally, but after she popped out her girl, she is all about Beauty and the Beast.”
Rebel put a hand over her mouth and looked at them wide-eyed. They were serious, and the fact they knew the titles to all those movies meant they had at one time or another actually watched them, which was shocking.
“Yeah,” Blade growled. “So one night in a hotel with a television someone is not going to ‘stop in and watch,' we demand a masculine movie, like Fast and Furious, or Jason Bourne. They blow shit up, and that is acceptable.”
She grinned. “While those are all acceptable choices, there is one you just need to watch. Because if you don’t, you will be missing out.”
Rebel hit the search button and looked, they had a huge selection of movies. She smiled when she saw the movie she wanted and then she quickly clicked the button to play.
“What was it?” Shark frowned.
“I don’t know,” Blade growled, and they waited.
They heard the song ‘Just Call Me Angel in the Morning,’ and frowned. They stared at the screen while completely ridiculous things went across the screen and then the two men laughed and high-fived each other. “Fuck yeah,” Shark yelled.
“Damn, I knew you were made for us,” Blade said, and Rebel’s eyes went wide, her dream. Snapping her head back to the screen they began to watch the classic Deadpool.
They laughed, they joked, and they yelled at the television. All in all, they had a fucking blast. Rebel wasn’t sure who touched who first, or who said what first, but suddenly they were on the topic of sex.
“Okay, best scene ever is the sex scenes, those were some funny shit.” Blade laughed, and they joined in.
Rebel wiped a tear from her eye. “Just chokes me up every time I see that.”
“What?” Shark asked, grabbing the flicker and turning off the television.
“Where the chick is dressed like a dominatrix.” Rebel laughed, and both men stared at her and then each other. “What?”
“Would you like that reversed?” Blade asked gruffly, and her eyes widened.
Blade grinned. “Maybe she needs visual aids.”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“We need to show you what it’s like to be our woman,” Shark said. “You can be sassy on the outside, but in our bed, you will be tamed.”
“Huh? Tamed?” she whispered and watched as both of them began to undress. Oh shit, what the hell.
“Yes, dammit,” Shark snapped.
She got up on her knees and yelled, “I am not a horse.”
“Tell me right now, this second, that you don’t want us and we will leave, gone. You are ours, and it is time you know what that means,” Shark said.
“I can’t make up my mind that fast,” Rebel argued, well she could, ‘cause truthfully right now Little Fluffy AKA her feminine area for those who don’t want to hear the word pussy, was drenched. She had to admit, they turned her on just looking at the bastards, and she was dripping, it was so fucking unfair. She knew what she was going to say, but shit, still, she would never admit defeat.
“You can and you will,” Shark snapped and then said, “yes or no.”
Rebel bit her lip, then looked at Blade who was grinning and Shark who was frowning. Damn, they weren’t going to get her to admit it out loud, they were going to have to work for it. She wasn’t some chick they picked up at a bar, she was a Biker Bitch, and proud of it.
“Give it your best shot to tame me,” she sneered unwisely. “I am who I am.”
“Blade, tie her up. Sweetheart, I was hoping you were going to say that,” Shark order, and she felt her eyes go big.
“What? Tie me…what?” Rebel whispered. “You can’t do that.”
Blade left the room and went into the bathroom. He came in a few seconds later with a hand full of silk scarves. She looked up at Blade. “What’s that for?” Okay, Rebel could guess, but she wanted to see if Blade and Shark were going to answer.
“We know that as soon as we get naked, you’ll have your hands all over us, and my cock is hard as a fucking rock. You touch me and, sweetheart, I won’t last long enough to make you happy,�
�� Blade said.
Shark laid the bright scarves out on the bed. “I promise you will love this, Rebel. We want this to be the best thing you have ever experienced, but also, we want this to be a lesson for you. In this relationship, we make the rules for certain things, and sorry to say, your safety is one of them. So, when we do shit, you need to trust us. But you can trust us in all ways, sweetheart, I swear, and we mean to prove it.”
Rebel was okay with that basically, but she couldn’t resist saying, “In some way, do I get a say in all this? I mean, like I would like to put my two cents in, you know?”
They both said “NO” together.
“Can I undress you two first?” Rebel pushed because it just seemed appropriate.
“No.”
Well, that sucked. She looked forward to exploring their bodies, but apparently, they were going to focus only on her right now, which made Little Fluffy very happy.
As Blade lifted her shirt, she kicked off her shoes quickly. She had slept with them on and then waited patiently while he pulled off her jeans as well. Shark stepped behind her and unhooked her bra, but he didn’t take it off. From the way Blade’s gaze never left her face, Rebel was in for a long night of passionate fucking, and she couldn’t wait.
Shark’s hands slipped under the bra and palmed her breasts as his lips kissed a sensitive spot below her ear. “I love how you smell. You’re like a fresh strawberry I want to sink my teeth into.”
Rebel almost laughed. He was all rough and tough normally, but he apparently could be sweet as well. “Wow, that was really sexy, and seriously a bad line.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how hungry both of us are,” Shark whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
Her panties soaked as she thought about how they could make her feel like she was the most important person in the world, it was just the look in their eyes. Blade knelt in front of her and leaned his head against her belly. His warmth heated her insides. Twisting his head, he slowly licked a line along the top of her panties. She shivered in response to their touch again; it was like a dream.
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