by Madison Faye
But Abby shook her head again. “I- I can’t have that on me.”
“It’s, not, honey, it’s on us,” I muttered.
Her eyes darted to mine, and I fuckin’ melted right there. “It is on me.” She took a trembling sigh. “Look, for me, please no killing.”
“How about paralyzation?” I smirked as I glanced at Connor, seeing his grin.
Abby shot him a look before she grinned. “Connor-”
“Fine,” he muttered.
Suddenly, I laughed. “Fuck, I’ve got an idea.” I turned to them. “We let him walk away from this, it’s never going to end.” I turned and kicked dirt at Joe. “Who else knows about you hiring us.”
“Fuck you!” He spat.
Connor marched over and stuck his heel into Joe’s gunshot wound, making the wormy man scream out. “Wrong fuckin’ answer.”
“No one!” Joe cried out. “No one, okay? I wasn’t gonna tell anyone that this bitch ran out on me, are you kidding?”
I grinned. “Perfect.”
Abby frowned as she saw me pull my burner cellphone out. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“Fixing this,” I said, my eyes meeting hers before darting to Connor and nodding.
If there’s one thing I’ve picked up in the outlaw life, it’s this: understand what leverage is. Leverage is having a video of a guy cheating on his wife with a dude in a bar bathroom, or photocopies of bank transactions between public and private funds.
Or, leverage is serving up a Goddamn mob lieutenant on a silver platter to the local sheriff. A sheriff who’s up for re-election soon, and maybe one who’s after you and your best bud on some trumped-up bullshit gun charges. Understand leverage, and you’ll always understand the game.
Sherif Watts was all too happy to play ball.
I felt Abby’s hands slide around my waist, my cock throbbing in my pants just feeling her press against me on the bike.
I smirked at the bound and gagged Joe, tied to his car bumper, and then glanced at Connor and nodded. “You ready?”
“Let’s roll.”
“Ready babe?” I turned my head around to look at Abby as I gunned the engine.
“Take me away from here,” she whispered as the bikes roared out onto the open road.
Chapter 8
Connor
The throbbing, rumbling vibration of the motor between my legs always got me a little hard. But it was watching Abby up ahead of me, her jean shorts pulled tight and her tanned bare legs straggled Jackson’s bike that had me hard as steel. If it was any other guy up ahead of me that she had her arms around and her face pressed against, I’d be out of my mind with rage. But this was Jacks - my brother from another mother, my other half. Shit, watching the girl I couldn’t stop thinking about all wrapped around him was actually kind of hot.
We’d shared plenty of girls before, but I knew this one was way different. Abby was in deep in both of us, and sure, I knew Jackson well enough to know he wanted to fuck the hell out of her as bad as I did. But it was more than that.
She looked fucking happy up there on the bike - the wind whipping through her long hair and teasing up her bare thighs. She grinned against Jackson’s shoulder, her arms gripping him tighter as she let herself be carried along by the vibrations I knew were probably rumbling through her core and we thundered down the desert road.
Spoiler, riding bikes gets girls wetter than a fuckin’ flood.
We turned off the main road onto a packed dirt one, downshifting as the bikes rumbled across the dirt and gravel. I grinned as I pulled next to them and saw Abby’s eyes squeeze shut and the flush creep over her cheeks, knowing full damn well what the bumpy road was doing to that poor girl between her legs.
About a mile later, the road swung up through the sparse trees, and Jackson and I’s spot came into view. We’d bought the place years before, and ever since, it’d just been our home. Two-doored garage on the first floor, complete with the old Thunderbird lying partially dismantled on blocks in one of the bays that we’d probably never get to, and a few other bikes in various state of rebuild stacked against the other wall. We lived upstairs, in the big loft-style living space, but it was the big wooden deck off the upstairs that had views of the craziest damn desert scenery you’d ever seen that made the place home.
Jackson cut the engine of his bike with a shudder and kicked down his stand. I grinned as I caught Abby groaning quietly to herself, and I’d have put good money on the ride out here having got her just shy of a release. She slid off the bike and squeezed her legs together, and I groaned myself, feeling my cock throb just thinking about how wet that sweet pussy probably was.
Jackson helped her off and walked with her to the stairs as I walked ahead.
“I think we’ve earned some beers beers on the porch,” he said, helping her up the wooden steps.
“Want a drink?” I shot over my shoulder. I raised a brow as I saw the sudden apprehension on her face as she looked around. Yeah, I got it. Despite what had just happened, here she was out in the middle of nowhere with guys like us who were now offering to get her buzzed.
“You don’t have to, you know.”
Abby blushed and grinned as she shook her head. “A beer sounds great, actually.” She paused, “Actually, can I get a cleaned up in your bathroom first?”
Abby came out of the bathroom looking way more relaxed, with her face and the bruise around her cheek washed and scrubbed clean. She had her hair wild and free, framing her face, and for probably the ninth time that day, I felt my cock twitch just looking at her.
“Feeling better honey?” I sipped at a beer as I sprawled back on the old dusty porch couch. I raised a can her way.
She shook her head and looked at her feet, still looking like she wasn’t so sure about the drink, even if she’d soothed her nerves a bit. I shrugged and took another sip of my own - I wasn’t about to push it with this girl.
Jackson cleared his throat, throwing me a quick look before turning to Abby, his face serious. “Just so you know” he said in his deep baritone “the rules of the road apply here.”
I rolled my eyes.
Abby looked at him quizzically. “The rules?”
Jackson grinned from his spot sprawled in a deck chair, his vest over the back and the afternoon sun shining across is bare chest. “Yeah, the rules of the ride babe; no one rides for free.”
Abby’s eyes went a little wide, and the color started to drain from her face. “Oh, God, yeah, I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “Listen, I can totally pay you when I get a job at the diner.”
Jackson turned back to me, and I frowned as I shook my head at his shitty excuse for humor.
“Grass, cash, or ass, honey” He muttered, turning back to Abby.
She froze and looked at him. She suddenly went quiet, the color draining completely from her face.
“You fuckin’ prick,” I chucked an empty beer can at Jackson as he started laughing, spraying beer out of his mouth. And in spite of myself, I started to join him, feeling the laughter rumble through me.
“Relax babe!” Jackson choked out, sputtering and laughing. “We’re just messing with you, relax!”
“Forgive Jackson, he doesn’t get humor,” I growled, trying to keep the grin from my face as I saw Abby’s shoulders suddenly drop as she let her breath out.
She rolled her eyes and made a face at Jackson as she marched over and playfully slapped at his leg. “You scared the shit out of me, Jesus!”
Jackson cracked up “Holy shit babe, your face!” He cracked up again, and I snorted another laugh.
Abby rolled her eyes. “You know what, I will have that drink,” she said, grinning as I tossed her a cold can.
“Assholes.”
Chapter 9
Abby
Two hours later, I was feeling like an entirely new woman. The cold beer, and a few helpful sips of the tequila that Jackson had passed around had me almost forgetting entirely about what had led me to this moment.
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bsp; I shrugged as I took a long pull of the beer in my hand, before excusing myself from the two men to go use the bathroom as they laughed heavily about some blue joke Connor had just laid out. Laughing, really for the first time in months, I ducked back inside the house with a smile.
I stood at the bathroom sink, splashing cool water on my face, and meeting my own eyes in the mirror. Reaching for a towel, I patted the water off my face as I took in my reflection.
The bruise on my cheek stung, and I frowned at it, thinking of Joe and then thinking of the wasted time I’d sunk into him. I shook my head, knocking the thought of him and the thought about my current situation from my mind.
Well, I thought looking at my reflection in the mirror smirking. I was here, and I was honestly thinking about actually doing this - staying here in Parker. I grinned as I thought about how I was feeling better than I had in longer than I could remember, and I’d felt like that ever since I got into town.
Well, ever since I’d met Jackson and Connor.
I thought about the two men out on the deck, the danger in their eyes, the ink on their arms, and I chewed my lip coyly, thinking about the rocking, teasing vibrations that the ride in on the back of Jackson’s bike had sent through my body. I smiled to myself, feeling suddenly naughty and flirty, and let my fingers wander down to undo two more buttons at the front of my shirt as I grinned to myself wickedly.
Feeling bold, feeling brash, and feeling sexier than I had in forever, I sauntered out of the bathroom and back out to the deck and to the two hard men waiting for me, knowing exactly what I wanted to do next.
I stepped out the sliding door onto the porch as Connor and Jackson were laughing about something. They paused and looked up at me as they realized my silence.
I took a deep breath and looked up at them, suddenly feeling unsure of myself. “I’ve….” I stammered. “I’ve decided how I want to pay” I said quietly.
Jackson and Connor looked questioningly at each other before turning back to look at me, their faces somewhere between curious and amused.
“Hey, Abby, we were just fucking with you girl,” Jackson grinned at me, his eyes trying to gauge the look on my face.
I reached down, and took the beer out of his hand, bringing it up to my lips for a long cool sip before placing it back in his hands with a wink. “But you said,” I looked at him evenly, cocking a hip to the side and bringing my shoulders back as I pressed my chest out with a coy look. “No one rides for free.”
Connor was looking at me darkly.
“Careful there honey” his voice was deep, resonating, and laced with something heavier.
“I’ve decided,” I said again, feeling the tequila from earlier course through my veins and boosting my courage up. The men looked at me, unblinking now, their dark eyes drinking me in. I took a deep breath.
“Ass” I said, biting my lip as I leveled my hooded eyes at them.
Jackson and Connor looked at me, their faces now much harder than I’d seen before.
“I told you babe, we were just fucking with you” Connor’s voice was cautionary, edged in steel.
“I said ass.” My voice quavered a little bit, and I drew a deep breath and grinned at them. “And I’m serious.”
Beneath my coy and sexy pose, I felt my heartbeat racing, my mind screaming at me to shut up and run away.
Connor and Jackson looked at each other for a moment, before turning back to me, their gazes suddenly much hungrier.
“I’m warning you one last time girl, you’re playing with fire here.” Jackson’s tone was level.
“Oh come on!” I teased. I could see the fire raging in their eyes, the hungry looks in their faces. I knew I was pushing them here, but God did I want to push them. I wanted to see the raw heat I knew was right beneath those muscled, inked exteriors. I didn’t want them to tip-toe around me anymore.
I wanted them to take me.
“Easy, honey,” Connor said evenly, his voice gravely. I knew they were holding back the real roughness, and it was sweet of them, but that’s what I wanted.
“What, not man enough to take what you want?” I said with a shrug.
Jackson was up out of his seat in second, and I gasped as I suddenly felt his hands grab me tight. Heat flooded into my pussy as I looked up into his sharp blue eyes. “We warned you, honey” he said darkly, making my pulse race with adrenaline. He suddenly bruised his lips to mine, kissing me like our lives depended on it.
God yes, this was exactly wanted.
The kiss was hard and raw as he claimed my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I moaned as I felt Connor press behind me, his big hands roaming up my back and into my hair. He pulled on my long locks, pulling my head toward him. He kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth as I felt Jackson’s lips hard against my neck.
“Now,” Connor growled roughly into my ear. “I think we will take that payment.”
I felt my legs quiver as roaring, primal lust coursed through my veins, my breath coming short. “Please,” I whispered.
“On your knees, baby,” Jackson muttered to me, forcing down on my shoulders with his strong arms, the inked muscles standing out down his bronzed skin.
I felt light headed, almost in a dream, as I obediently sank slowly to my knees in front of the two bikers. My eyes went wild and wide as I suddenly took grasp of my situation. And then I moaned as the thrill shivered through me, knowing I was utterly, deeply, and incredibly aroused and wanting this.
Jackson and Connor were pulling at their belts in front of my face as I sank to my knees, pulling the clasps of their jeans open and yanking down the zippers. The two men looked at each other and chuckled, before hooking their thumbs into the waist of their boxer shorts, and whipping them down.
Holy shit.
I gasped as two thick, heavy, and enormous cocks suddenly sprung out before my face. I felt my breath coming in heaves and my nerve endings on fire as I bit my lip and stared at the bulging cocks, hanging heavily mere inches from my mouth. I thought briefly of Joe’s thin, half-hard worm of a prick, and all the time I’d spent faking pleasure and putting my own needs aside for his poor excuse for a dick.
Now, I realized everything I’d lusted for, every secret desire I’d had to be split open, stretched, and utterly used by a real cock was there, right in front of my for the taking. Every feverish, whimpered half-dream I’d ever hidden away from even myself of being fucking and used by a real man, and dominated by a real man’s cock, was suddenly thrust in my face, twice over.
Breathing hard, my breast heaving beneath my shirt, I timidly reached out with both my hands. I let out a small moan as my fingertips slipped over the thick, spongy heads and trail down veined shafts. Slowly, I wrapped the fingers of each small hand around a thick, meaty cock, giving each a tentative stroke as I bit my lip, grinning wickedly. Both men grunted their approval, and I felt a shudder of ecstasy run through me at the feel of the hot muscle in my hands.
Slowly, I began to stroke them, feeling the soft heat of their skin as it rolled over the thick, muscled girth of the flesh beneath.
Moaning quietly, I felt my desire roll through me like a heavy wave. I leaned forward and sucked the head of Jackson’s cock between my lips, moaning around the feel of him suddenly filling my small mouth. Licking and sucking at his cock-head, I slowly pumped his shaft with my hand as I suckled the tip, jerking Connor with my other hand.
With a groan, I moved off of Jackson and turned my attention to Connor, looking up at him with my bright, wide blue eyes as I inhaled the head of his dick, gagging slightly on it as he pushed forward past my lips with a grunt.
I felt on fire, burning in the raunchy and delicious sluttiness of being on my knees for two rough men. I moved into a rhythm, bobbing on one for a minute, running my tongue around the fat crown and teasing the hole at the tip, before letting it go with a pop to turn my attentions to the other. The bikers grunted their approval, and Jackson’s hand reached down to slide into my shirt, roughly pushing under th
e cup of my lace bra to rub my nipple against the rough callouses of his palms.
The rough handling made me moan in pleasure like a slut around Connor’s cock. He groaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair, suddenly bucking his hips harder against my mouth and pushing the head of his fat prick into my throat. I coughed and sputtered against the hand holding my hair like a handle, my pulse racing, but Connor only grinned at me and continued his pace for a few more strokes before releasing.
Feeling him let me go, I pulled off gasped for breath, tears stinging my eyes. I’d never been treated like this - used like this - but with a low moan, I also realized I’d never been as wet as I was now. My dark desire churned and burned hotly inside my core as I felt myself slide deeper into the role; a little slut, on my knees, worshiping two thick fat cocks with my mouth.
Rolling my eyes back, I threw myself onto Jackson’s cock again, forcing the head against the back of my throat, making me choke and sputter. Jackson grunted and twisted my nipple as I fucked my mouth onto his fat cock, slathering hot saliva around the throbbing head of his big dick as I moaned lustily.
Connor pulled me off of his friend and brought my mouth wetly against his balls. I mewled like a slut in heat, suckling at his heavy sack with my lips and tongue as I felt his heavy shaft drape hotly across my face. Moving in with a grunt, Jackson laid his cock heavily over my other cheek, and I moved from Connor to Jackson, slurping at his balls as well. My hands moved up to slowly and slickly jerk the two huge shafts against my upturned face.
Suddenly, I was being hauled to my feet, feeling myself pressed hard against Jackson’s broad and chiseled chest. His teeth were at my neck and sensitive earlobe, biting, nibbling roughly at me as he tore at the front of my shirt, popping my buttons off. I moaned hotly as I felt Connor move in behind me, reaching around to pull open the front of my shorts before yanking them down and over the soft curve of my tight ass before I could even register what he was doing.
