Satisfying Extortion [The Extortionists 2] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  She pushed those toffee-colored locks over her shoulder and shifted her upper body as if she were deliberately trying to make her tits jiggle. “So much for making a good impression on the two of you.”

  “Oh, but you have,” Blaez assured her, his dick lengthening as he thought about the tight squeeze of her pussy fastening around his cock. She was of age but she damn sure didn’t have any significant talent or multi-partner experience.

  He wouldn’t feel the least bit guilty. There was no shame in having a good time with a woman who was mature enough to handle the truth. Threesomes wouldn’t up the ante in some sort of long-term arrangement. Fucking more than one man didn’t swing the odds in favor of the woman who was willing to spread her legs for several bed partners at one time.

  A young woman often came up with crazy notions after she took a few fellows to bed. He and Marcus had actually been questioned in the past. One good time girl once told them she expected a ring, proposal, and wedding bells in her future. When the dirty deed was done, she’d asked them, “Which one of you will be my husband and which one is the sidekick?”

  As if.

  Marcus smacked Eva’s ass, forcing Blaez to abandon his thoughts of previous romps. “You’ve made a fine impression, sweet pea.”

  Another minute of standing around gawking at Eva and Marcus might make a few promises. He was bad about sliding in between the sheets and telling the women whatever they wanted to hear. He’d fallen in and out of love or awe a total of forty-nine times, fifty counting Eva, unless Blaez had missed his bragging rights somewhere.

  “I want to make a good impression,” she crooned. “It’s important that you fellas remember me.”

  For a split second, alarms blared in Blaez’s head. Then, his cock found an abundance of new life. His mouth watered as he eyed those generous tits.

  Come to think of it, maybe he’d had too much to drink earlier in the evening. Maybe if he hadn’t been trying to match Kurt shot for shot he wouldn’t have had such clouded judgment. Eva was no girl. This gal was straight up voluptuous and those generous curves belonged to a woman, not some pretty young thing who didn’t know what to do with a man.

  She was bad at sucking cock. So what? There were other ways he and Marcus could enjoy her.

  Eva kissed Blaez’s upper thighs and planted a kiss on the end of his condom-clad dick. She slowly eased her way up his body and he relaxed as soon as her mouth was several inches away from his dick.

  “Somebody needs to teach you how to give a good blowjob,” Blaez said, not minced for words now. If Eva had made up her mind to join the ranks of the broads and old ladies living there at the club, she needed to learn how to please a man and she’d find plenty of willing coaches. And it wouldn’t hurt if she soon realized cloaked dicks weren’t exactly appetizing. Rather than insult her lack of knowledge, Blaez hauled her forward. “Gotta keep those teeth in check.”

  “You ain’t lying.” Marcus grabbed her around the waist and pulled her from Blaez’s arms. He pressed his cheek to her belly and nuzzled her breasts. “Ever been with two men before, Eva?” He then stuffed his hand between her legs and rubbed his wrist back and forth, the friction apparently arousing her. Subtle, hypnotic moans left her lips.

  “Answer him,” Blaez told her, enjoying the way her breasts lifted slightly with each of her shallow breaths. He leisurely pumped his dick as Marcus and Eva touched and played.

  The color washed away from her rosy cheeks and she quickly shook her head. “It’s always been a fantasy.”

  “Fantasies are nice.” Blaez had a few of those, too. Lately he’d had a recurring daydream, one which included a curvy woman with dark hair, pale skin and high cheeks. Blaez and Marcus had recently celebrated their thirtieth birthdays, too, but they’d only discussed their future mating in passing.

  If pack legends were true, Kurt wasn’t the only Bold and Free rider set to succumb to a mating call. He and Marcus were mere days away from meeting their permanent companions.

  Marcus fondled Eva’s fullness and buried his mouth in her cleavage. Soon, he left light pecks over one high mound and then the other.

  Eva arched in his arms. She embraced his broad shoulders and whimpered when he reared back. Her hard nipple extended as he gently pulled the tight bead with his teeth.

  “God yeah.” Blaez’s mouth watered. “That’s beautiful.” They had a willing woman who wanted a little experience. He and Marcus could give her some of the knowledge she desired, show her a nice time, and send her on her merry little way.

  Too bad Kurt was missing out. Blaez liked sharing women but he especially enjoyed himself in foursomes. He loved watching and the hottest women were the ones who could take cock from front to back while giving a good blowjob at the same time.

  He cringed at the thought, remembering Eva was orally challenged. Fucking two guys would be about all she could handle.

  “Come on over here, babe,” Blaez said, throwing a few pillows behind his head.

  “How do you want to do this?”

  “We’ll show you,” Marcus whispered. “We’ll take care of you.”

  “But I need to know positions.”

  Blaez sniffed and warded off a smile when he caught Marcus smirking behind her back. “You let us worry about that. Okay?”

  “Sure.”

  Marcus popped her on the ass with a few resounding smacks.

  “Ouch!”

  “It’s not supposed to tickle,” Marcus said, toying with his cock as he slipped on a condom.

  She frowned and rubbed her bottom. “Is it supposed to burn?”

  “Damn right,” Marcus grated out, grabbing her hips and rubbing his shaft against her. His large arms wrapped around her and he supported her breasts with his forearms. “Now then, sweetheart. Let’s fuck around.”

  After a few minutes of foreplay and spankings, Eva’s back was against Blaez’s chest and his cock was buried deep inside her hole. Marcus topped her without a second spared.

  Marcus and Blaez had shared women in the past. They knew how the other one functioned in the bedroom and easily set a rocking tempo between them.

  “Here, baby,” Blaez crooned, stuffing his cock high inside her hole.

  “Go easy!” she wailed. Her body went stiff.

  Marcus pulled out and Eva seemingly relaxed. Blaez couldn’t see what Marcus was doing but given the way her tight ass pulsed around his shaft, Marcus was undoubtedly flicking her clit.

  Blaez’s balls burned as he thrust inside her. His body broke out in a light sheen of perspiration. He took a deep breath and peered over Eva’s shoulder. “It’s now or never, bud.”

  “Now works for me,” Marcus crooned, lowering his cock to her pussy again. He grunted as soon as he entered her, throwing down a short and fast thrusting rhythm.

  Marcus screwed her rapidly from the front and Blaez fucked her tight passage from behind. Eva hollered and yelped. The tight space Blaez occupied convulsed with repetitive spasms.

  “Oh! Ummm! Oh my! Um!” Eva shivered violently in his arms.

  “Enjoy yourself,” Blaez whispered, nipping her ear. “Let us make you feel good.”

  She shook her head. “No. Not yet.”

  “Why wait?” Marcus slammed inside her.

  “Hmmmm.” Eva released a throaty moan. “Yes.”

  “See there?” Marcus’s wicked laugh broke up the monotony of moans and other guttural vocal noises. He drew back and rammed her again, long thrusting her as Blaez screwed her little hole with short and quick beats.

  “Nothing to worry about,” Marcus crooned.

  “But there is!” She whimpered, her body already trembling between their much larger forms. “I’ll never last like this!”

  “Who said anything about lasting?” Marcus chuckled again. “We’re just here for the good time, sweet thing.” He drew back and slammed inside her once more. “So let’s have a fucking party.”

  “Yes. Oh yes!”

  “That’s what we like to hear,” Bla
ez muttered, staring down at that perfect ass now riding up against his lower belly. He spread her cheeks and watched as he speared his cock between her rounded globes. “Hmm yeah. There we go.” His eyelids grew heavy as his own release gathered in his balls. “You just go ahead and come now. Let us hear you holler. Give us an outright scream!”

  Chapter Two

  The next morning was hangover hell. Kurt relayed as much when his buddy Randon Shane texted him too soon before noon. A true friend wouldn’t have bothered a fellow mere hours after his big 3-0 celebration. After Kurt grumbled about the fact, he rolled over face-down in a fluffy pillow still smothered in cheap perfume.

  The scents filling his crazy head were enough to remind him of the night before. He’d had some kind of evening going on before he passed the fuck out. He flipped to his back and reached between his legs, patting his soft cock.

  “What a night,” he sang, realizing Eva must’ve worn him out if he wasn’t even sporting morning wood. Before he had time to try and remember what had gone down—other than Eva, that is—the phone rang.

  “Blasted hell,” Kurt grumbled, taking the call. “I can’t imagine what’s so damned ass important that you felt the need to touch base before my buzz wears off.”

  “How ya feeling?” Randon laughed. “Given your mood, I’m guessing the drunk faded to black a few hours ago.”

  “I’m swell. How the hell are you?” He groaned. “Don’t answer that. You’re probably freshly fucked. Seems that’s all you and Pageant accomplish six days out of seven.”

  “You sound jealous.”

  “No, but I don’t like the play in your voice this bright autumn mornin’.”

  “Huh. Wonder why that is? Let me guess. You kissed your days as a bachelor goodbye and you’re having a tough time with acceptance.”

  “Why hell no.”

  “Do you want me to remind you of a conversation you and I had after my thirtieth birthday?”

  Kurt’s head was throbbing. He couldn’t think for the thrumming in his ears, much less try and remember something he’d said more than a year ago.

  “Are you still with me?”

  “Did you ignore the message I sent? Hangover hell, Randon.”

  “We’re not as young as we used to be. Tying one on comes at a price.”

  “As if you’d know. When you wake up each day, the only thing on your breath is—”

  “Pageant,” Randon interrupted him before he said something off color.

  “Hello, Pageant,” Kurt muttered, realizing he was probably on speakerphone.

  “Good morning, Kurt,” she sang. “How was your birthday?”

  “You missed a good party.”

  “You’re the one who missed a great bash,” she informed him, laughter in her voice.

  “We were there,” Randon said. “You were already in your room.”

  “Shame I missed you.” Kurt repositioned the phone against his other ear. “My head is pounding.”

  “Quit whining,” Randon said, his voice changing in an instant. “I called for a reason. Time to get your boots on, brother. He’s back and he struck again in Small Town USA.”

  Kurt took a second to process. He held the phone out far enough to confirm the power was on and the seconds were clicking off one by one. Damn. He wasn’t dreaming.

  Groaning, he rolled to the other side of the bed, planted his feet on the floor, and swung open the mini-fridge door long enough to grab a water bottle. After popping several aspirin and washing them down, he grated out, “Talk at me.”

  “I’ve been trying to do just that for the last four hours,” Randon informed him. “This Eva gal must’ve kept you up half the night.”

  “You know it,” Kurt said, not remembering a blame thing except that she had claimed to know Randon. Now, Randon was sort of implying he didn’t know her. Kurt debated mentioning the fact but decided he must’ve been playing it off for Pageant’s sake. After contemplating the Eva factor for a moment more, he decided it wasn’t important. “Give it to me. Everything you’ve got on the guy.”

  “He cleared out a town.”

  The “he” in question was well understood. The Bold and Free riders had been tailing a murderer for the last few years. They were tired of chasing shadows in the dark and showing up late to what small town reporters often dubbed as killing parties. They were chasing entities known as the extortionists, but as far as Kurt was concerned, they might as well have been tailing ghosts.

  “You with me now?” Randon asked.

  “About half, but I’m getting there. Go ahead. Talk at me.”

  “Satisfying, South Carolina and it’s bad, man.”

  “Isn’t it always?” Kurt hit the speaker option and scrolled through the texts he’d apparently missed over the last few hours. “Wait a minute.” He read the part about Bart Phillips’s ex-wife living in Satisfying. He couldn’t guess why, but he was suddenly desperate to remember what she looked like. Probably didn’t matter. Only, for some peculiar reason he had a strange feeling he’d dreamt about her the night before. “Do you remember anything about her?”

  “Who’s that?” Randon asked.

  “I’m reading your texts. You said Bart Phillips’s ex-wife lives there in Satisfying.”

  “Yeah, so?”

  Kurt cleared his throat. “Is this related?” He wasn’t about to dig for personal information on the former deputy’s ex. Most of the Bold and Free riders became hot topics after their thirtieth birthday. According to wolfen legends and proven facts, the pack members always mated within ninety days of the big 3-0, which was the primary reason the club threw huge parties when one of their own was days away from biting the bullet. Pack members within the MC considered the events their bachelor parties.

  Randon’s voice changed in volume as he provided a few facts about Satisfying. He mentioned something about the town not having a stoplight and then rambled about the population, schools, curvy two-lane highways with terrible pavement and potholes big enough to swallow a few SUVs, not to mention Harleys.

  Realizing he’d zoned out, Kurt cleared his throat and asked, “So it isn’t related?”

  “Are you even listening to me?”

  “Yeah, man. Why?”

  “Yes, of course it’s related,” Randon snapped.

  Randon meant the killings were all interlocked and would lead back to the extortionists. Kurt, on the other hand, remained stuck on the idea of Bart’s ex-wife living in the town where the killings had occurred.

  Why he was still pondering a woman he couldn’t clearly remember remained to be seen.

  “We’re on our way to Satisfying now,” Randon said. “We should be there in about two hours. How soon can you meet us?”

  “Today?”

  “Yes, today. You sound like an old woman squelching out her last vocal soprano performance.”

  “I can still hit the high notes when it matters.” Kurt reflected on the night before. He vaguely remembered Eva removing her clothes. She possessed one smoking hot body. If any woman owned the ability to make a man purr and sing, Eva was one such gal.

  “Yeah, yeah. I hear ya,” Randon muttered. “Go practice singing in the shower and get a move on it, man. We’re gonna need some experience. Blaez and Marcus are already on their way.”

  “Glad I could count on ‘em,” Kurt muttered. “Tell ‘em thanks for waiting on a friend.”

  “They tried to wake you,” Pageant said.

  “They should’ve tried harder.”

  “Ask Bruns or Cal to ride with you,” Randon suggested.

  “They can’t leave their old ladies right now and I wouldn’t ask them. Blaez should’ve waited.” He was the best damn tracker in the country and if anyone could scent out the extortionists, he could.

  “You aren’t scared now, are you?”

  “Where did ya come up with that?” Kurt yawned and it dragged on for a minute or more. “Damn.” He cleared his throat. “Eva must’ve overstayed her welcome last night.”

/>   Silence.

  “Are you still there?”

  “No comment. You’ll catch enough hell from the club. From what I understand, you’ll probably hear all about it as soon as you see Blaez and Marcus.”

  “What am I supposed to hear exactly?”

  “Just remember it happens to the best of us. And look at it this way, most of the guys haven’t been able to enjoy another woman once their number is up, so who knows, you may meet your mate sooner than you think.”

  “I can hardly wait,” Kurt mumbled.

  “What’s that?”

  “Mates are for pussies,” he said, thinking it must be true. He’d seen rough and tough bikers do one-eighties after they met their mates. “No offense, Pageant.”

  “She’s already hit the store for snacks. We stopped here in Columbia for fuel.”

  “Then I stand by my initial remark based on all former observations. Mated pack members are pussies.”

  For now, he wouldn’t consider such a fate anyway. He had his thoughts on Eva and was hard as hell just thinking about her. He wished he could remember all the ways he’d enjoyed her. Maybe he’d give her a call and see if she wanted to come on over and kiss him goodbye. It was a long way to South Carolina and he’d like to have a few illicit images in his head before he hit the open highway.

  “You’re thirty, Kurt. It’s time to grow up and think like a man.”

  “Excuse me?” Now Kurt was pissed. “Just because you’re a lovesick pup doesn’t mean I’m a lesser man. Plus, for the record, I don’t and never have bought into all that wolfen legend shit.”

  “Who was it who said ‘wolf proverbs don’t lie?’”

  “Haven’t a clue.”

  “Want me to jog your memory?”

  “On a hangover? No thank you.” As much as he hated to admit it, Kurt was slightly concerned. Putting his birthday behind him wasn’t what troubled him. It was the extortionist’s timing. The last few times those damn things had reared their invisible heads, they’d hit the small towns where pack members later found their mates. Randon had stumbled upon Pageant within a few hours of arriving in Pleasant when they’d tracked the last extortionist.