Highway to Heaven

by Harley McRide

  “I’ve never had anal… I’ve just used toys before. I figured if I ever got a chance I wanted to enjoy it and not be in pain. I love it.” Sahara tilted her head up and kissed Colt, taking her time to give him all she had. It was her own little way of alluring him even though they’d already done most of it for her. She was way the hell out of her league, thus why she’d never even fathomed the idea of being with one of the guys from the Ops. But now… If this was anything to go by, there’d be no way she ever went back to vanilla. Ever. Not if they kept making her feel like—ooooh! Before she was able to make a full thought, Gage added another finger, using both hands for each of her holes. She’d masturbated with two dildos before, but damn if it didn’t feel totally different having real fingers working her body over like she’d never been touched. As fingers were replaced with cocks and her body turned over to the two men, Sahara exploded. Her head thrashed back and forth as the men worked in unison, bringing her maximum pleasure. She couldn’t hold off the orgasm that felt like it was taking over her body. While her pussy and ass milked and squeezed their cocks in unison, the men grunted their releases, soaking her insides with their cum as she followed. Yep, no going back to vanilla for her.

  Chapter Five

  Heaven heard screams coming from the adjoining room, and since most everyone was out rounding up dinner or busy doing recon on the area and getting Intel on some of the leads they had for Reyes’ whereabouts, fear struck. The rooms locked, but it didn’t take much to push past the old frame and hip bump the door ajar with one hit. She mentally prepared for the worst—waiting to see how bad the Diablos had ravished one of their own but she was left with her mouth hanging open for another reason.

  She’d heard screams all right…screams from Sahara as Gage and Colt double fucked her in the room right next to hers. Gage’s eyes flung to the door, his movements freezing momentarily. Something she couldn’t explain flashed through his eyes and it took her by surprise. Regret maybe? For a brief moment, Heaven could have sworn he had feelings for her. Then, as fast as it’d come, it disappeared and he turned his attention back to the howling Sahara and moaning Colt as if she wasn’t even there. She looked at the pile of tangled bodies and her face flushed a bright red, the heat radiating off in waves around her. “Fucking pathetic,” she hissed, turning on her heel and stomping out of the room, not caring the door didn’t shut fully when she slammed it behind her. It wasn’t like they’d care if they had a fuckin’ audience. Hell, they probably preferred it. “I’m surprised she didn’t have her stupid ass stripper heels on to spur them on,” she grumbled, passing her room and heading straight for the rundown Cantina attached to the motel.

  *****

  Gage felt the sting of seeing the pain rip across Heaven’s angelic face when she busted in, obviously shocked at what she found. He and Colt had been over it time and time again, and while he could see himself possibly settling for Heaven, Colt was too wild and free. His stubbornness to stay single and fuck his way through every bitch that came along out won their chances at claiming her as theirs. It wasn’t that Gage wouldn’t branch off and have a broad to himself, but to be honest they’d been doing a tag team show for so long the idea of one on one sex, whether committed or not, just wasn’t a turn on. He and Colt had been like brothers from a young age. When his parents died, Colt’s parents had taken him in and raised him as their own. One hot summer night, a bunch of thugs decided to pick their block for a drive-by and killed both of Colt’s parents and little sister. The boys had been close enough to legal age they refused and dodged the system. The Savages had found them scavenging through the trash for food one night and picked them up. With a new family and way of life, they’d made a pact never to be in a position of vulnerability again. Which, to them, meant always sticking together. So it didn’t matter what he thought about Heaven. If Colt wasn’t on board, he wasn’t either. And right now, his cock felt pretty fucking good so it didn’t really matter what tomorrow held. The only thing that mattered was the here and now.

  *****

  The dirty rundown Mexican bar smelled of B.O., puke, and alcohol the moment Heaven stepped foot through the door. There were only a handful of patrons sitting at the bar. If looks were anything to go off, either they were regulars that showed up at opening and didn’t leave until closing time, or they never left. She couldn’t tell which. It was almost too strong of a temptation to pull out her hand sanitizer and start wiping down spots on the floor to step on, and continue a path for her to sit at the far side of the bar. With an old Mexican tune tinkling in the background, she had to stifle a laugh. This place was worse than the bar on the movie Desperado. Heaven didn’t know if guns would start going off or if she’d see vampires climb out of the walls in an eerie remake of From Dusk Til Dawn. It was one hell of a location for a horror film, that was for damn sure. Three men old enough that they appeared to be dirt wrapped in crispy thin old tin foil all turned and stared, their toothless grins and insinuations enough to make her roll her eyes and snort out a laugh. Given her surroundings, she seemed safer here than in her room alone. She offered up a friendly smile and turned to the middle aged bar tender.

  “Tequila, por favor?” she asked, keeping her words to a minimum. She knew enough Spanish to get by in most cases, but didn’t want to accidently start a rapid fire conversation that she couldn’t follow. Thankfully with her choppy accent, there wouldn’t be any mistaking her lack of knowledge to the language.

  “Si,” he said, turning to pour her a shot. His eyes turned to her and he hesitated, contemplating something she didn’t quite understand. After a moment he smiled and fetched a lime wedge and salt shaker, nodding as he gave her the drink.

  “Gracias, señor,” she said.

  “De nada, señorita,” he grinned, waiting to watch her drink it. How weird! Okay…so it was nice of him to give her the lime and salt because she was an American because in Mexico they didn’t use it. Either he had hopes she’d bring in more business, or he had hopes she couldn’t hold her liquor. She could out drink half the damn club. He’d be awful disappointed if he thought he’d get some coño blanco, white pussy, tonight. On a plus note, the whole situation had temporarily taken her attention to the scene that was forever burnt in her corneas after walking in on the two men she’d stupidly set her sights on. Fuck it. Men were all the same. And bikers…ha! They were the worst of the breed. The only thing she liked about the idea of being with a biker in the club for more than just a fun time was the no bullshit, straight up ways. No man pretended to be anything. What you saw was what you got in most cases. Sure, normally there was some gooey center somewhere deep in the hard casing of leather and brute force, but that was only left to be found by the ol’ lady they were meant to be with. Which meant, she’d never find it.

  Heaven had been in a few long term relationships in her life, but all ended badly, to put it nicely. Well, there wasn’t much nice to put any of the bullshit. From getting her face beat in to cheating and two timing slime balls who all had promised her the world, she’d seen it all. The Savages were the ones who’d saved her from her last and final train wreck, and she’d never do it again. Yet, here she was, shocked she’d found the guys she’d been fucking in bed with another club’s whore. Yeah, as if she should ever be shocked at anything, right? They were just fucking. Heaven repeated that to herself over and over, shot after shot until the heat started to numb all of the stupid thoughts that had her drinking in the first place.

  A couple hours passed, and somehow she’d managed to find an English cassette tape and was now drowning her unknown sorrows, because—truthfully, after she lost count on shots, what sorrows could she possibly have—to the twang and soul of Hank Williams Jr.’s “Blues Man”. The regulars had all taken a shining to her, and despite the language barrier, seemed to think they were old friends. “More Cuervo, Pablo!” She slammed the glass down on the bar a little harder than she intended or cared. He’d long stopped bothering with the lime and pleasantries and handed her
the bottle, pointing to the worm floating along the bottom of the bottle. Heaven tossed her head back and laughed. “You bet your ass, Pablo.”

  He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “No, no…suicidio, cariño.”

  Heaven had long gone quiet trying to pretend jumbled Spanish and just nodded. “Oh hell yeah. I’m a badass. Ain’t no little worm gonna intimidate me. Nope. See, I’ve been through the gates of hell and danced my way on through,” she slurred. Her hand moved through the air, mimicking the waves of an ocean. The old withered man next to her laughed.

  “Loco!” he said nodding. The others laughed, enjoying the show. Seeing a tiny petite white girl slam back shots of booze and belt out “Outlaw Women” along with the Hank Williams Jr. and Gretchen Wilson tune that played probably was more excitement than they’d had in a year. It wasn’t long until she was a mix of feistiness, up dancing and singing on the bar one minute and the next pissed off and ready to go out and find all of the Diablos herself and take them on all at once. At the mention of the Diablos, the others went white as a sheet and fell silent, all exchanging glances at one another. Even in her drunken stupor she picked up on it and knew they had information. It may take some work, and possibly some aspirin, but come tomorrow she was going to get it out of them whatever it took.

  Raven stepped in to the little dim lit bar expecting a piss warm glass of flat beer and prepared prayers he wouldn’t end up with the shits after. The familiar sound of the old country twang floated through the air with an off key female voice belting out at the top of her lungs and dancing on a table that’d seen better days. Heaven had her shirt tied up under her tits and her ass shaking to the beat despite being totally shit faced. When she jumped down and almost busted her ass, he moved from the shadows and over to the bar and ordered a drink. Either she was ignoring him, or was too fucked up to notice. She went back over to a half drained bottle of Jose and tipped it up, chugging a few gulps as some drizzled down her chin. He propped his arm up on the bar and watched to see if she’d notice. For the bar being damn near empty and her not to spot him, she was pretty damn lit. He chuckled, shaking his head to the bartender. The hombre just grinned and handed him an ice cold cervasa. He took a huge gulp and his eyebrows raised in approval. Who’d of thought a shit hole in the middle of Mexico had decent beer?

  When Heaven took another huge pull of the bottle and spilled it down her front, he couldn’t help but watch it run down the cavern of her tits. He licked his lips and had a sudden craving for something a little stronger than beer. In three long strides he was standing in front of her, his eyes drawn and zeroed in on the droplets that beaded down her flesh. Heaven’s glazed eyes went wide.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, half breathy, half snarky.

  “Gettin’ a drink,” his low voice groveled. Before she knew what he was doing, his head had lowered and captured her mouth in a hard demand. His tongue licked a path down her chin, lapping until the flavor of the Tequila was gone before he continued down her neck. When his face was buried in her cleavage and her breaths coming in short jerks, she gasped. Some of her buzz left, the realization of the situation slamming into her like a wall of bricks.

  “Raven,” she gasped, a new fog began taking over her brain that mingled with the alcohol. Her head fell back and both of her hands wound in his hair to pull him closer. All of her inhibitions had disappeared with the help of Jose, which left her tugging and pulling at him in a rather obscene way in front of the local Mexican bar scum. One old toothless bastard knocked his drink over while whistling and staring as he leaned over the bar, leaving the bartender cussing and throwing up his hands in frustration. Even he couldn’t stop and watch when Heaven let out a deep, horny growl and tried to rip off Raven’s shirt.

  He’d been watching her for a long time, waiting for his chance to move in and stake his claim but she’d been too wrapped up in Gage and Colt to notice. During the parties, she’d strictly fooled around with them and none of the others there. Not that she hadn’t had plenty of offers…hell, every one of the Ops had tried their hand at getting their cock wet by her sweet little cunt. Each time, she’d refuse and head to Colt and Gage. He watched. He waited. Gage seemed to be into her pretty strong, not taking another whore to bed but her. Colt was in it for a good time.

  Raven couldn’t believe how wild the little innocent looking girl next door was. It was a school girl fantasy through and through, although he’d rather she have her glasses on and pigtails in for him to hold onto while he pounded in her ass with a little plaid skirt shoved up around her waist. He grabbed both of her wrists and tried to settle her down, his resistance fading. “You’re playing a game you can’t handle, Heaven. Unless you want me to bend you over this bar, back off now.” His tone was harsh, but he couldn’t help sounding like a prick with as hard as his cock was.

  “I don’t want to back off,” she slurred, licking her lips. Her hands went to the band of his jeans and she flipped the button free. He hadn’t expected her to drop to her knees and pull out his cock right there but she did. He glanced around, unsure how the law went in Mexico, but no one seemed to be reaching to call for the policía. They did seemed to be enjoying the show, gasping and grabbing their crotch when she sucked him in to her mouth to the hilt. “Son-of-a-bitch!” he growled between clenched teeth. Her sweet little mouth did things to his cock he’d never had done. He’d never had a blowjob like this, and she’d ruined him from anyone else. The way her tongue circled the head with each retreat proved her name accurate. He was in fuckin’ heaven. She may be drunk off her ass, but fuck could the girl suck a mean cock.

  Raven wove his fingers through her hair and guided her up and down his shaft, shoving his dick down her throat hard and rough. There were gasps and a few words grumbled through the room, but no body objected. One man sitting at the back of the bar at a table had freed his own cock and was jacking off to the sight, matching his strokes to those of her luscious lips. “Mmm,” she hummed around his girth. The vibrations shot straight to his balls. Already, he could feel them loading up and he fought the urge to slam in to her

  Heaven took everything he gave with a sexy-as-fuck moan. She reached her free hand down the front of her jeans, rubbing her pussy while Raven fucked her mouth. Her hums turned to moans. “Jesus, Heaven,” he groaned. Those big fuck-me eyes looked up at him, clouded with eroticism and desire.

  “Those eyes,” he mumbled, shoving his cock down her throat as far as it would go. He could feel her throat stretching to take him and almost came at the tears that streaked down her face. When he pulled out, she smiled, licking the pre-cum off the tip of his dick as it leaked out.

  “I want you,” she gasped. He pumped in and out three more times, tightening his grip in her hair to keep her from going back down on him.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised, and he would. First, he wanted to sink into her nice and slow, teasing her until she showed that little wild cat deep inside.

  Chapter Six

  Just before he was about to blow, he pulled her back by the hair and tugged her to her feet. He hesitated, wondering if he should take her back to the hotel room or bend her over right here and fuck her senseless. On one hand, he could probably use a few minutes to tame down his dick or he’d be shooting his load in three strokes. He looked at the bartender, noting the dangerous vibes he gave off, and around the room, seeing the same lust glaze she had and decided it best to leave. There was no way he planned to let them have a turn at her when he was done, and that was the vibe he was getting from them all. Only the brothers could do that, and only with her permission. She was far too fucked up tonight to make that decision, but he didn’t want to share. Not tonight. The guys could go fuck themselves and pass Sahara around. She seemed pretty chummy with the Savage boys anyway.

  He reluctantly fastened his jeans in a hurry. “What-er you doin’?” she mumbled.

  “We’re getting out of here.” He shook his head when she started to argue, her hands goin
g back to his pants. He had to wrestle with her until finally he grasped her wrists and kept them immobilized with one palm.

  “Gracias,” he said, slapping a wad of cash he’d pulled out of his pocket down on the bar. The bartender nodded, understanding his meaning and didn’t object. Some of the bystanders stood and started toward them but the bartender shook his head, nodding for Raven to make his leave. In one fluid motion he’d bent down and hoisted her over his shoulder and walked out the door.

  Heaven felt the world spin and tried to focus but it was no use. The lights made pretty streams across her vision while her other senses took over. There were vibrating thuds under her, causing her tummy to rub against something hard. The blood rushed to her head and she fought to pull it together but all she managed was an up close and personal view of an ass. It was a sexy-as-hell ass. She thought back, remembering Raven and smiled. He was carrying her. With that realization, her hands rubbed against said fine ass and tried to wind around his waist but he jostled her around until she couldn’t reach. “Not yet, baby. I promise you’re gonna get all you can handle in just a minute. Fuck, if you aren’t the sexiest little minx I’ve ever seen.” A hand came down on her ass hard when she tried to wiggle and cop a feel again. Even through jeans, the sting was just enough her pussy creamed.

  “Yes,” she gasped. Fuck, he couldn’t believe how hot she was. He quickened his steps and bolted to the room. With one hand on her ass holding her on his shoulder, he fought to unlock the door. When he was about to kick the bitch in and pay for the damages later, the lock clicked and it swung open. Shark stood in his boxers with a huge grin.

  “Mmm. You bring entertainment?” he asked, reaching to grab Heaven.