Fast and Furious

by Trista Ann Michaels

  Logan loosened his hold, and she fell backward into Blaine’s waiting arms. He lifted her sated body easily and carried her to the bed. He came to a stop at the foot of the mattress and dropped her, where she landed against the bed with a bounce and a soft giggle.

  “The three of you are crazy,” she said with a sigh as she spread her arms wide.

  The comforter felt soft against her back, the material cool and inviting, but between her legs still burned for more.

  “I like that pose,” Blaine said as he repositioned her legs, pushing up her knees and spreading her thighs wide.

  Allie watched through half-open eyelids as Blaine bent down and licked his tongue up her slit. She lifted her hips off the mattress and sighed, wanting so much more.

  Blaine grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. With a wicked grin, he positioned himself at her opening. Logan put his hand behind one thigh, holding it back. Chase did the same on the other side as Blaine pressed into her, filling her tight pussy all the way to his balls.

  Allie let out a loud squeal and tried her best to remember how to breathe in. Between Blaine’s large cock and the toy, she felt stretched extremely wide. She wouldn’t last long like this. With her channel so tight, the pressure against her g-spot was almost unbearable. No longer than he’d been in her, thrusting in and out, she could feel the sensitive spot tingling to life.

  Her walls tightened as her hips lifted to meet every thrust of Blaine’s cock into her body. Her fingers latched onto the comforter and held on for dear life.

  “Damn, she’s tight,” Blaine growled as he slowed his thrusts, making them more shallow.

  Allie moaned and tried to lift her hips higher; force him deeper. She was so close. She wanted to come again. She wanted them to take her away from her crazy life, give her something else to think about besides death, cartels, and drugs.

  “Look at me, Allie,” Chase whispered.

  She opened her eyes and stared up into his. He was so handsome, so sexy. She had this overwhelming desire for him to kiss her, so she reached up and grabbed the back of his neck. Tugging him down, she pulled his mouth to hers.

  Chase didn’t disappoint. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, giving her exactly what she wanted. A kiss to make her melt.

  Logan slid his hand between her legs and brushed his fingertips over her clit. Allie moaned into Chase’s mouth as her hips jerked toward his hand. He didn’t leave it there, though. He nudged Blaine, who pulled from her pussy, allowing Logan to settle between her splayed thighs.

  She thought he would thrust into her, but instead, he dipped his head and used his thumbs to spread her labia. With one long, slow stroke, he slid his tongue through the juices coating her pussy and then upward to her clit. Allie felt as though she might explode if he kept that up. Her whole channel ached and throbbed so badly, she wanted to scream at them to fuck her, to take her hard and fast. And she wanted them to do it now.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Allie could hardly keep her hips still as Blaine moved to take Logan’s position at her side, holding her leg up. How could he just leave her body like that and not be groaning with the need to come? Allie would be having fits. Kind of like she was doing now.

  Chase kept his mouth over hers, swallowing her moans of pleasure as Blaine moved to cover her nipple with his wickedly hot mouth. She arched her back, bucked her hips and still they all denied her what she wanted, making her go insane with hungry need.

  “Ah, please,” she pleaded against Chase’s mouth.

  She felt Chase slide his hand down her stomach and touch Logan’s head as his mouth again covered hers, swallowing her cries just as Logan latched onto her swollen nub.

  It was too much.

  It wasn’t enough.

  Breaking the kiss with Chase, she scrunched her eyes closed and screamed as a release stronger than the last worked its way through every inch of her heated body. Once the last throb had subsided, and every part of her body felt like a mass of quivering Jell-O, Logan came to a standing position between her thighs.

  She lifted her hips slightly, thinking he might take her, but instead, he bent down and placed a kiss on her nose. “Half-time, gorgeous,” he purred.

  “There’s a half-time?” she mumbled tiredly.

  But it was a tired she would love to feel the rest of her life. She couldn’t remember ever having sex this good. When she’d taken on two men before, it had been more about them than her. This had been all about her.

  And she liked that.

  Blaine lowered her leg and strolled stiffly to the bathroom. Allie grinned, knowing by how he held himself he must be hurting for an orgasm. It was amazing how they could hold themselves off.

  Chase messaged the back of her leg before letting it fall back to the mattress. She turned to stare up at him sleepily.

  He grinned. “I just love that sex drunk look on your face.”

  Allie’s lips twitched. She was too sated for a full smile. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his short hair. He grasped her hand and kissed her palm. The gesture made her heart skip a beat. It was so sweet and something she wasn’t used to. He could melt her heart so easily.

  And then trample it.

  A worried frown creased Chase’s brow. “Where did that happy look go?”

  She swallowed and decided not to answer. The last thing she wanted to do was admit to Chase, right now, that she was beginning to have feelings for him. Feelings she had no idea if he returned.

  “Where did the guys go?” she asked instead.

  “Logan is looking for the lube. Blaine is in the bathroom, probably cleaning his cock.” Chase leaned down and kissed the side of her neck just under her ear. “Blaine likes blowjobs,” he whispered.

  Allie’s spine tingled.

  “What about Logan?” she asked.

  “Logan likes your ass,” Chase replied with a big grin as he gently bit at her chin.

  “And you?”

  “I want to be facing you … so I can see that pretty face when you come.”

  “Oh,” she breathed, her lips tilted up in a teasing smile. “But won’t I have a mouthful of Blaine’s cock?”

  Chase snickered. “Yeah, but I’ll still be able to see your face.”

  Her frown returned. “Doesn’t it bother you?”

  Chase glanced down her body and feathered his hand to her pussy, where he cupped it gently. Her hips lifted just a little of their own accord, trying to get a more firm touch from his warm palm.

  He moved his eyes back to hers and the desire Allie saw there made her breath catch.

  “I like watching them pleasure you,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers. Against her lips, he continued. “But I won’t deny…” He nipped at her lower lip. “That I like it when it’s just me making you scream more.”

  His tongue thrust between her lips just as his fingers pressed deep into her wet channel. Allie moaned and wiggled, shocked that he could make her so crazy so damn fast.

  The two others returned and Chase moved to his back on the bed. “Come here, baby. Take me inside you.”

  Allie moved to straddle him and quickly slid down his thick length. She threw her head back with a groan as his girth pushed into her sensitive walls, forcing himself deep past the added resistance of the anal toy.

  Once seated balls deep, Chase groaned. “Son of a…” He let out a slow breath.

  Allie grinned, knowing she had to be tight with the toy in her ass. She could feel every throb of his cock, every beat of his heart as he remained still inside her.

  She wiggled her hips, and Chase quickly grabbed them. “Don’t. Move.”

  She leaned onto her hands. “You can tease me, but I can’t tease you?”

  “Fuck no,” he growled.

  Allie giggled, but that giggle quickly died when Logan grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back up. He pressed his chest into her back and buried his face in her nec
k. Chase pressed his hips up, filling her even deeper. Allie gasped and pressed down, taking as much of him as she could.

  Logan wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. His fingers massaged, and tugged at her nipples, sending little ripples of pleasure-pain to her lower stomach.

  Blaine moved to Chase’s head and faced her. His cock was swollen and the head purple. Little droplets of pre-cum leaked from the tip, and she licked her lips in anticipation of his taste. She liked giving blowjobs, especially when aroused. And right now she was so aroused, she could hardly stand it.

  With a hand between her shoulder blades, Logan pressed her forward. Blaine grasped his cock at the base, holding it out for her to wrap her lips around. Behind her, Chase pulled the toy free from her ass, and then replaced it with his own throbbing shaft.

  He pressed deep, slowly, and Allie fought the desire to press back and force him into her harder. To try and distract herself from the stretching pressure around her anus, she licked her tongue across the head of Blaine’s cock. He moaned loudly, encouraging her to keep going.

  Opening her lips, she took him as far into her mouth as her position would allow. Chase held her up with his hands on her ribs. Logan had his hands at her waist, holding her still as he pressed further into her. With a moan, Allie realized she had them all three inside her—all three pleasuring her. Just the thought made her heart race, and her pussy clench.

  When it did, both Logan and Chase growled. Logan’s hips jerked, forcing himself a little deeper. Allie pressed back, letting him know she liked it—letting him know she wanted him to do it again.

  With a wicked growl of satisfaction, Logan began to slowly move. Chase lifted up just a little, rotating his hips slightly as he did. Allie would’ve screamed in pleasure if Blaine’s cock wasn’t filling her mouth. Not that she was complaining. She liked the feel of his shaft sliding along her tongue. She liked the taste of him, salty and warm.

  Chase kept pace with Logan, moving his hips upward as Logan pressed deep into her ass. She’d enjoyed two men, but not once had it felt like this. Was it true what they said? That sex was better when you cared about each other?

  She wouldn’t know. She’d never cared about anyone like that. Not like she was beginning to care for Chase. Logan and Blaine … she cared for them too, but Chase was different. Chase was beginning to get her heart. Logan and Blaine were the icing on the cake.

  “Ah, that’s it, baby,” Blaine cooed. “Suck it. Swallow it.”

  Allie sucked hard as Blaine’s cock throbbed between her lips. With a moan and a jerk of his hips, warm cum filled her mouth. She took it all, licking away every drop as it spurted from the tip. Behind her, Logan’s thrusts came faster, harder. Allie held tight to Blaine’s thighs as her release began to build from deep inside her.

  Blaine’s cock was still in her mouth, hard and hot. She continued to suck on it as her release raced through her with a vengeance. Logan’s moan vibrated from deep in his chest as he lost himself to his own release, coming deep in her ass. Just as the last throbs began to subside, Logan and Blaine went still while Chase thrust up from beneath her, filling her so deep, she though he might hit her ribs.

  His moans mingled with hers as his release seemed to trigger another round of pulsing throbs to cascade through her womb. With a sigh, she sagged against Chase’s chest. Blaine kissed the back of her head as Logan pulled free from her ass. Bending, Logan placed a kiss on each ass cheek, then moved to lie on one side of Chase, while Blaine lay on the other.

  As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she felt Chase’s arms wrap around her back, holding her close. She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek; hear his slow, steady breathing.

  “You’re right,” she whispered.

  Logan turned to look at her.

  “I don’t think I could take another release like that tonight.”

  Logan’s soft smile took years off his face as he reached out and brushed the back of his fingers over her cheek. “Me, either,” he replied in a whisper.

  She had no idea how long they lay there, the three of them together. All she knew was when she heard the beeping of her phone, she wanted desperately to ignore it. But she couldn’t and they all knew it.

  Tonight was the night. The night she hoped it all came to an end.

  * * * *

  Allie stood in her shop and let out a steadying breath. Although squat good it did. Logan had told her to trust Chase. She did, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. They knew something was up, she could feel it in her bones. Something she’d done had tipped them off. She tried her best to figure out what exactly it was, but couldn’t think of anything.

  Allie heard the motorcycles’ engines rev as they pulled from the parking lot. Her eyes widened as realization dawned. The guys had been driving the cycles a lot. Could they be bugged? Is it possible they knew the guys had been following her?

  She and Dray had never checked the bikes. They hadn’t really thought they needed to since they never used them. Logan had found them in the back of the shop and asked about them. Had Logan checked them like he had the cars and the shop? Surely he had. Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the worrisome thought. They were Seals. They knew how to take care of themselves … better than most.

  She strolled to the file cabinet, just behind the door of her office. She opened the bottom file drawer and pulled out the pistol she kept hidden inside. She quickly checked to make sure the magazine was full, then clicked it back into place.

  The drivers weren’t supposed to carry guns, but tonight she didn’t care. She would do as she damn well pleased. Especially since her life depended on it.

  *

  Allie sped down Highway US 1 toward Hollywood, Florida, and her next pick-up point. In her rearview mirror, she kept her gaze on the car following her. She’d spotted it five minutes ago and had kept a close watch ever since.

  Tonight would be the night they took her out. They would cause her to wreck, then if she survived the crash, they would shoot her. It would happen before she reached her pick-up point. It always did. It was how they’d done all the others in the past. It was how they would do her.

  The car moved closer and she put both hands on the wheel, holding tight. She checked her seatbelt and then felt for her gun buried between the bucket seats. She just hoped she was conscious and able to defend herself.

  She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Chase and Blaine. She tried to tell herself she shouldn’t. If she could, they could as well. It was best they remained out of sight. She just hoped they were at least close by.

  The car in her mirror came closer and she braced herself. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. The car nudged her back bumper, causing her car to jerk forward.

  Then again, maybe not.

  “Damn it,” she murmured, glancing around at the light traffic cruising along the highway.

  They had no qualms about slamming her into someone else. They’d been known to kill whoever she ran into as well, since they would be witnesses. It always surprised her they would use such a public way of doing things. It wasn’t a darkened road, it was a public highway. It was as though they were deliberately flaunting just how much power they had, just how much above the law they were. They believed themselves to be untouchable.

  They bumped her car once more and Allie stepped on the gas, swerving around the car in front of her. The traffic was a little thinner up ahead. There would be less chance she would hit someone else. The car behind her followed, matching her speed quickly and pulling up to her rear, driver’s-side tire.

  She knew what was coming and braced herself as they slammed into the rear of her car, shoving her sideways and forcing the car into a flip. Allie cursed as the car rolled three times, finally coming to a stop upside down in the middle of the road.

  Shattered glass covered her everywhere, the sharp edges leaving small scratches over her arms. Her
head hurt from hitting the driver’s-side glass window before it busted, and her nose ached from the deploying airbag. It deflated immediately, leaving a sagging plastic bag to further pin her in the small space. Smoke drifted past her nose from the explosion of the airbag, and she coughed softly, waving her hand in front of her face to disperse the smell.

  Cars all around her squealed to a halt, then quickly turned in the other direction. Allie glanced behind her and saw three pairs of boots working their way over. No doubt they had guns drawn, which is why everyone ran.

  Allie felt beside her for her gun, but couldn’t find it. Her heart raced with real fear as she struggled with the seat belt, hoping to squeeze out the passenger side before they could fire. The belt gave way, and she winced as her shoulder hit the ground. She rolled slightly and found the gun beneath the passenger seat, or now above it since the car was upside down.

  She attempted to get out the passenger window, but somehow in the cramped space, her leg had gotten wedged against the gear shift. She tugged, trying to force it lose. Glass cut into her hand, and she winced as she moved to grasp her pant leg and give it a tug.

  She mentally reminded herself next time not to buy such a damn small car. With the roof caved in like it was, maneuvering around two bucket seats and a gear shift was a damn pain in the ass.

  Boots crunching against glass caught her attention, and she stiffened. She stopped what she was doing and turned her head to stare up at the man above her. He’d anticipated her move out the passenger side and smiled as he pointed the tip of his gun at her head. She had no time to raise her own gun. Even if she tried, he would fire before she could get hers up.

  Allie swallowed, wishing she’d had the chance to tell Chase how much she liked him—that her last thoughts were of him and his smile.