by Alexx Andria
feeling in the world. Was she a terrible person because her hips were actually thrusting toward his face, trying to grind that tongue deeper inside her body? Well, maybe not a bad person but certainly pretty slutty. She’d had no idea she had latent slut qualities lurking inside her psyche. Her college years jumped to mind. Clearly, she’d spent too much time studying and not enough time being a complete and utter nymphomaniac.
“I think she likes it,” Hunter said, warm and approving, as she squirmed and
panted. The pleasure washing over her was inescapable as Jax’s tongue plunged inside, tickling, sucking, and even nipping the sensitive flesh and she was quickly losing her ability to reason. And then slowly a finger entered her, penetrating her secret place, obliterating her final wisp of a protest, going deep as his tongue worked a devilish magic inside her body. Sweat popped along her exposed skin and her nipples pearled into aching tips of yearning and need that made everything in her body taut with pleasure.
“Oh Hunter, you’re going to love this sweet pussy,” Jax told his friend, his voice muffled by her, well, her muff. He groaned and the sound sent tiny little vibrations rippling through her body, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed his face into her hot, needy core. “Should I allow her come or make her wait?” he asked, stopping briefly.
“Go ahead and let her come,” Hunter answered magnanimously. “I’m feeling generous tonight. Do you hear that, sweetheart? I’m not always that generous. I enjoy watching a woman twist around, begging for release, knowing that I hold the key to her pleasure. But I have a feeling you’re going to milk our cocks tonight so I’ll let you have this round.”
She shuddered, unable to comprehend what he had in store. This was completely outside of her tiny wheelhouse of experience. Teddy had never…all he’d done was stick it in, thrust a time or two and then had pulled out to spurt on her stomach. He’d barely been able to meet her gaze afterward and the butthead had apparently lost her number because he’d never called again. “Do you like that, baby?” Jax asked, his gaze darkened with lust and desire. Had anyone ever looked at her like that? Like he was ready to throw her down and eat her alive? Oh, she liked it. She liked it a lot. She managed to jerk a short nod and he returned with a husky voice, “Then you’re going to love this…” and then he was sucking and tickling and even, oh God, pinching, and it felt like carnal heaven. She groaned, unable to hold back the sound, inching toward delirium as he made her jerk and lose herself to his touch. There was nothing she could do to escape the pure pleasure he was forcing her to feel and she was lost to the power of his talent. Her legs began to shake involuntarily and if Hunter hadn’t been holding her securely she would’ve folded onto the ground like a ragdoll. She didn’t know what was happening but she wanted it. Desperately and dangerously — she had to have whatever was coming! A zillion tendrils of pleasure burst at the same time as she lost all sense of time and space, coming so hard that she thought her heart might’ve stopped, and without her conscience knowledge, Jax and Hunter carried her to the black sofa to recover. She threw a hand over her eyes as her body gently convulsed, still rocking internally to the most epic song she’d ever encountered and she realized with a watery chuckle, Teddy had been the worst lay ever.
She opened her eyes and found Jax and Hunter standing over her like two sentinels, dark eyes watching her intently with arms crossed, waiting. Zoe came to her senses and scooted on her rear to a sitting position, a bit of that earlier fear returning. She licked her lips and said, “Thank you?” Was that the appropriate response for a mindblowing orgasm? The first she’d ever had in her life? Thank you seemed hardly enough. “That was awesome.”
Jax and Hunter exchanged amused looks. “So who are you really?” She supposed there was no way she was going to be able to cling to the falsehood that’d gotten her into this room but it was a bit disconcerting to be naked as a jaybird in this particular circumstance. “Mind if I get dressed?” she asked in a timid voice. “It’s a little drafty.”
“We’ll warm you up after you’ve answered a few questions,” Jax assured her and she actually shivered a little. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“You might not believe me if I told you,” she started, crossing her arms over her breasts, feeling self-conscious. Hunter frowned and shook his head, gesturing at her arms. She slowly released her breasts and her cheeks immediately heated. “This isn’t exactly ideal…not the way I usually conduct interviews.”
“Interviews? For what?” Hunter asked.
“Okay, here’s the real deal, no more lies. My name is Zoe Delacourte and I work for the Courier. I’ve been trying to get my editor to believe that I can write something of substance but he keeps throwing these shit assignments my way, like How To Find The Right Potted Plant For Your New Apartment, and I’m ready for something bigger and better.” She glanced around and added in a small voice, “This room would do well with a succulent, by the way. They’re very hardy. I’m pretty sure a fern would die in this room. Not enough light.” She drew a deep breath. Was she really giving him advice about plants? “Um, as I was saying, I think I’m ready for the bigger stories and I thought to prove it to him, I would deliver the real story behind the hit of one of your club brothers, William “Roach” Simms.”
“The real story?” Jax asked, his gaze narrowing. “And what exactly is the real story?”
She swallowed. “Well, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Simms was likely killed by someone in the Road Dog crew, right? There has to be a reason for that kind of hit. From what I understand, The Kings and the Road Dogs have been coexisting fairly peacefully for years…so what’s with the sudden gangster stuff?”
“You’re asking questions that could get you killed,” Hunter warned. “Little girls shouldn’t play games when they don’t know the rules.”
She frowned. “I’m not a little girl and I don’t scare easily.”
“You’re asking for trouble.”
“I won’t stop asking questions,” she told him stubbornly. “This is my chance to prove myself. This is how the real journalists are separated from the posers. I refuse to write another story about houseplants!”
“And what makes you think you have a story at all? No one else is writing about it.”
“Exactly. And why is that? This was no ordinary murder. It was execution style, like mobster style.”
“And you know this, how?” Hunter asked.
“I promised to go out on a date with a morgue intern…he let me take a peek at the autopsy report.” She forgot about her nakedness — which was pretty interesting given the fact that she barely knew these men and she wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist — but she was too focused on getting what she needed to back down now. “Originally, I thought I could write an undercover expose about a motorcycle gang life told from the inside but then I realized there’s probably no way I could pull that off, not even if I got a tattoo, so I went with a different approach and granted, I hadn’t really thought it through when I committed to it and here I am, admittedly, definitely not how I envisioned this interview going down.” She gasped and covered her mouth in mortification. “I didn’t mean to reference what you did…oh goodness…this is awkward.” “A damn reporter,” Hunter muttered, perplexed. “Of all the dumb ass bad luck.”
Zoe bristled at his tone. “And you’re a law-breaking felon, most likely, so don’t be so judgy, if you please. The true art of journalism is being lost in the haze of technological gadgetry. Smart phones and the Internet are pretty awesome until you realize that they’re replacing a nation with former readers and thinkers with drooling automatons who believe anything they read on their social media.”
“Drooling automatons?” Jax repeated, mildly amused. “Interesting.”
“Interesting? How do you mean?” she asked, her gaze darting between the two. “What do you plan to do with me now that you know the truth?”
“Oh honey, my plans haven’t changed one bit,” Jax
answered, unzipping his jeans and pulling them from his muscular legs right before her astonished eyes. Good lord, what a body! Every nerve ending tingled in warning — and anticipation, if she were honest — but all she could do was stare until Hunter followed Jax’s lead. Suddenly, there were two sexy, dangerously hot and NAKED guys staring down at her as if they were hungry cats and she were a delicious canary and she knew exactly what they planned to do with her. Maybe she ought to stop staring at their jutting appendages and start protesting a bit!
Averting her eyes, she said, “Would you mind putting on some clothes? It’s a little distracting to have your…thing in my face.”
Hunter and Jax laughed. “Our thing? You mean our cocks? I don’t think that’s the problem,” Jax corrected, eliciting an unsure frown on her part. “I think you want our cocks in your face but you’re embarrassed by your desire.” He leaned down, pressing her against the cushion. “Did someone tell you you were a dirty girl for being curious about a man’s body?” he asked, somehow zeroing in on her secret past. How’d he know about that? “You need immersion therapy, sweetheart. A cock in your face is exactly what you need.”
Zoe risked a shaky laugh, trying to seem unaffected by his suggestion. As if! Cocks in her face. What kind of therapy was that? “As tempting as that may be, I’d rather just be on my way. Obviously, I wasn’t thinking clearly when I hatched this plan and all I can do is apologize for taking up your time.”
“Are you a virgin?” Hunter asked, ignoring her comment.
“No,” she answered quickly, amending to add with a small, prim sniff, “Technically, no.”
“Technically?” Jax repeated, intrigued. “Explain.”
Zoe huffed a short breath and actually glared. “And why would I do that? That’s highly personal.”
“Wasn’t my face buried in your pussy a few moments ago?” Jax reminded her casually and she wanted to sink through the cushions straight to China. “And didn’t you just come all over my tongue? I’m pretty sure that was you.”
“Okay, yes, that was me,” Zoe admitted, her cheeks burning so hot she thought her face might catch fire. “But that’s not very gentlemanlike of you to bring it up.”
“Oh sweetheart, you should know that neither of us are gentlemen,” Hunter said, laughing. “Tell us about your technical sexual experience.”
“That’s not what I came for,” she reminded them, straightening as much as she could in the slouchy couch. This thing was probably murder on your back, she noted. Absolutely no support for the lumbar. Yes, let’s focus on what’s important, a dry voice in her head quipped, causing her to refocus with a subtle frown. Forgive me for being a little flighty under the circumstances! “You have to understand…desperation will cause people to do all manner of crazy things, impulsive things. I just wanted someone to realize that I have more talent than I’ve been given credit,” she pleaded, trying to find a way out of the pickle she’d put herself into. “Surely, you can appreciate that?”
Both men surprised her by flanking her on either side. Their naked thighs rubbed against hers and she felt that sweet heat flooding her insides again. Oh dear…her will power was slipping like an unintentional fart after too much dairy. Why were they so beautiful? Perfect male specimens…a real testament to the human race. Good genes, likely.
“I can appreciate that you’re hotter than you realize and you really shouldn’t walk into a lion’s den and not expect to get eaten,” Hunter warned her, moving in to nibble on her neck while Jax watched with a small smile, clearly appreciating how easily she was distracted.
“That’s not fair,” she moaned, unable to believe this was happening. Maybe she was in a medically induced coma and this was one messed-up, anesthesia-fueled wet dream. Or maybe she was actually being coerced and seduced by two dangerous bikers who were hellbent on destroying her will to resist their advances. Ohhhh, no, not the breasts! But Hunter had moved to latch his mouth onto her right nipple, sucking and teasing until she was panting and groaning, causing her to momentarily forget that she needed to get out of there.
“You done wandered into the wrong lion’s den, sweetheart,” Jax said softly while Hunter kept her at a disadvantage. “The situation is this…I don’t know if you have the talent you think you have but I do know that if you start asking questions like that around certain people, you’re gonna put your pretty ass in a sling and that would be a real shame considering you have the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen. I’m not saying you’re right…but I am saying that you need to back down — you’re in way over your head.”
She panted, “I won’t stop! Tell me off-the-record, give me something to work with! I’ll keep my sources confidential, I swear it!”
Jax laughed and Hunter chuckled against her flesh and she knew they wouldn’t be making her any deals nor were they going to let her waltz out the door without taking their price. Disappointment caused her eyes to well briefly but it was hard to think terribly straight when everything in her body hummed and tingled, aching with the need to be touched and teased. They were like a drug in her system — a newly acquired taste for something exotic and likely to kill her — but she couldn’t quite stop her hips from undulating in short, needy movements as she hungered for that next fix. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, already knowing the answer. Jax’s heated smile matched the hunger in his eyes. To be taken by these men…she’d never be the same. There’d be no turning back after an experience like that, right? Her pathetic dating history flashed before her eyes and a tiny bubble of laughter followed.
God, a small part of her ardently hoped not.
Hunter didn’t like reporters — they’d never had anything nice to write about an Ericksen in all his life — but this one…she was different. She tugged at his need to protect, which was fucking foreign as all get out considering Hunter had never been the protector-type. Historically, he’d mostly been the fuck-em-hard-and-leave-em-wet type. The fact that he felt the slightest bit of something for the woman was enough to make him want to run the opposite direction but damn, it would take an act of God to get him away
from her after watching her come with Jax. “When you roll the dice with the bad guys, the chances you take might just shock
you,” Jax said silkily before tweaking her left nipple and popping a squeak from her lips.
“Now tell us about your sexual experiences.” “Why do want to know that? It was embarrassing,” she grumbled, her pretty
cheeks coloring. “And why do you care who I’ve slept with? Should I ask you the same?”
“Humor us.”
She drew a deep breath and closed her eyes before starting. “It was my senior year in college and I was ready to lose my V-card but I wasn’t exactly high up on the dating chain so I went on this dating site and found Teddy. He seemed nice enough, if not a little doughy in the face and stomach but who was I to judge, right? Long story short, we went back to my place, fooled around a little and then, he was doing his thing. It was
very…different than I imagined it would be.” “Did you come?” Hunter asked with keen interest. The idea that someone else had
made their little reporter shatter was enough to make him want to punch something. “I don’t think so,” she answered sheepishly. “But it felt sort of good for a minute
or two.” “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” Jax said, shaking his head. “Did it
hurt?” “No, not really. I kept waiting for it to hurt but it didn’t.” “Maybe his cock wasn’t big enough,” Jax joked and all Zoe could do was shrug.
“Is that Teddy guy your boyfriend?” “Oh no, he left shortly after making a mess on my stomach and I haven’t seen him
since. I don’t really have time to date. You know, busy girl trying to make a name for
herself in the cutthroat world of investigative journalism.” “What an idiot.” “Hey!” “Not you, sweet stuff…that guy you gave your V-card to. Fucking idiot,” Hunter
said and she rela
xed. “So…other than Teddy…what other sexual experiences have you
had?” “Um…not so many.” “Such as? Give me a number?” “You mean not counting what just happened?” She pretended to count but then
gave up all pretense and admitted, “two and that’s including what just happened with you
and your brother.” “Tragedy. A woman with a body like yours is made for fucking,” Jax said,
shaking his head. “You know, we’re not exactly known for our charitable works but
we’re going to do you a solid tonight because you’re too damn cute to go the rest of your
life only knowing Teddy. Tonight, we’re going to ruin you for other men.” “Oh, that’s very sweet but not necessary. I think you’ve already done a bang up
job of that already,” she said with a shaky laugh. “I mean, I’ve never had anyone do that
thing to me that you did with your mouth.” “Did you like it?” Jax asked, moving in to brush a kiss across her lips and she
quivered with awareness. “I think you did. I think you liked it more than you want to
admit.” “Yeah, I liked it,” she said in a small voice. “But I’m not sure I want you doing it
again.” “Really? That’s too bad because I’m going to do a lot more than that.” He rolled
away before adding, “But first, it’s my brother’s turn.” “Come here, sweetness,” Hunter said, surprising her when he pulled her onto his
lap, forcing her to straddle him. Even though it wasn’t her first time, he’d go gentle…at
first. Jax went behind her and filled his hands with her breasts, gently rolling the nipples
in his fingers as she moaned and leaned into him. Hunter popped his finger in his mouth
and then went searching between her folds to find that sweet spot that Jax had already
