by _Anthology
"Troy." He pressed a wrist to her lips, bruising her, the thin skin splitting for her.
Law's teeth pierced her skin, and suddenly it was a complete circle. All of the bad vampire novels talked about it, but nothing could come close to describing it.
She groaned, pulling hard, the rhythm of them overwhelming, flooding her mind.
Law sucked at her, every pull making her jerk, even as Troy spilled into her mouth. They were hers. All hers. So much better than a garden party.
***
It wasn't hunger that woke her. It was heat. Heat and hands and cocks and teeth drove her awake, pushing her higher and higher, until she could not hide in sleep another second.
"Boys."
"Mmm. Jo-Jo." Law slipped and slid against her, like a seal or a fish, or maybe something sexier but still wet.
"Dawn's coming..." She moaned, arched against him.
"It is." Troy licked along her throat, down her breast. "S'close."
"I should..." Her words trailed off as Troy's teeth teased her nipple, electricity sliding down her spine.
"Shh. You're safe here, honey." Law bit at her, gnawing at her skin. She reached out, hands finding nothing but fine, warm skin. They were loving on her, both of them moving, undulating. They loved on each other, too, kissing for her, putting on a show. She turned her face to Law, stretching to press their lips together, take a kiss. His hand slid up to cradle her cheek, his thumb rubbing along her cheekbone. Law took her mouth, hungry and hard, tongue pushing between her lips. She moaned as Law kissed her and Troy slid down her body, mouth and hands sliding between her and Troy. Law moaned, too, pushing against them both when Troy moved from Law's cock to her pussy, back and forth, over and over. Licking and sucking and driving them wild.
Her toes curled, lightning flaring inside her. "Boys! Boys..."
"Jo..." Low sounded just as hot, just as intense as she did. Troy was setting them on fire.
She reached down, tweaking her own nipple before reaching for Law's, pinching hard. "Oh." The sounds came out long, drawn out, and sensual as hell, Law arching against her. Against Troy. The dawn didn't matter anymore. The world didn't matter. The past didn't matter. Only right now.
Law kissed her again, reaching down to stroke Troy's hair. They all moaned, the lightning flashing through them with every touch. The need inside her grew, made her muscles tighter and tighter. Law touched her, his fingers sliding against Troy's lips, against her wet flesh, making her shudder. making her moan. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, shudders and need rocking her. Law was right behind her, shaking like a leaf, his cries filling the room with sound.
She could feel Troy, hand working, jacking himself off, pushing hard against their legs. Pushing at both of them, Law moved, pulling Troy up and bending to take that hard cock in his mouth. Lips stretched, Law sucked hard, eyes closed, pure pleasure on his face.
Jo arched up, took Troy's lips in a hard, toothy kiss. Troy came for them, shouting into her mouth, his body jerking gracelessly against hers. She could swear she felt, as well as heard, Law chuckle.
They slumped together on the bed, legs and arms tangling as they shifted. The sun was out, beating at the warehouse walls. It made them all restless, which had her smiling. They'd grown up enough to know, to have the instinct. Neither of them had before she left them. As if he'd heard her thoughts, Troy growled softly, hand hard against her hip. "Not leaving again."
Law slid up to nuzzle her neck. "No more leaving. Ours."
"Yours? Are you quite sure, child? That you two can keep me?" She lifted her chin, allowing them in.
"I think we know how to now, yeah." Law bit her. Hard. Testing her resolve. She pushed into Troy, gasping. Whether it was a 'do it again' gasp or a 'stop' one, she wasn't sure. Troy chuckled, hands sliding up and down her back, smoothing her skin, soothing her. There was no soothing the pull and drag of Law's sucking, though. Her motions began to slow, hips moving in time with the suction at her throat.
"That's it, Jo. That's so pretty." Troy was like the devil, whispering in her ear. Law was more like an angel, drawing out the heat in her blood.
"Gonna keep you, lady. Gonna keep you busy enough that you forget how to walk away." That voice filled her mind, Troy pushing, trying to get inside her head.
Oh. Oh, he hadn't known how to do that before. She could feel Law pushing at her, too.
"You... you've grown." So strong, so focused... Jo moaned, her entire body flushed with an undeniable pleasure.
"We've been working together," Law murmured as he pulled back from the twin punctures on her throat. "Working to be enough for you."
She reached out with trembling fingers, tracing Law's lips. "How did you find each other?"
Law kissed her fingers, laughing softly, while Troy snorted and pulled back to show her a tattoo on his neck. "By accident."
"Mmm." Her fingers traced the ink. "Fate."
"Must have been." They said it together, both of them rising up to kiss her, their mouths meeting hers and each other's.
She was fucked.
Deeply.
Utterly.
Fantastically. *** Law scented the air, wrinkling his nose at the undercurrent of sweat and garbage. Sometimes it was nasty to have a super sniffer, especially when he wasn't quite in hunter mode yet. Good thing he could smell Troy and Jo-Jo more, Troy's spicy musk mixing with Jo's deep midnight scent.
How fucking cool was it that Jo was still with them, three months after the one night that they'd asked for.
"So. Club, restaurant row, or park?"
"Club. I don't like winos." Picky, spoiled little girl.
Troy snorted. "No, just kids on ecstasy."
She swatted Troy hard enough that the slap echoed.
Law shook his head. "Now, now, children."
"I'm going to feed him Quaaludes for a month." Jo bared her teeth, hands landing on her hips. That pushed her breasts up, the tiny, dark red corset making her irresistible.
They both drifted close to her, their hands sliding around her waist, meeting at the small of Jo's back. Law nuzzled at her hairline. "He might be fun that way."
"Neither of you want me dopey. You like when I'm on fire." Troy's mouth was husky and Law knew Jo's hand was on Troy's cock, just like one was on his.
"We want you any way we can get you, baby." He kissed Troy, humping into Jo's hand a little.
Jo hummed, the sound sharp enough to make his hunger flare. "Let's go dance, children."
"Dancing. I like that." Troy grinned wildly at them, pulling them along, making a beeline for the club.
Jo's laughter pushed them, chased them.
Law laughed like a fool, dancing already, pushing and pulling. They were all ready to hunt, ready to have fun.
The bodyguard didn't even see them go in, Jo whispering into his ear as they slid by, hot little tongue almost steaming against his ear.
Law shuddered, and Troy rubbed up against his ass. "She's pretty when she works it, huh?" "She's fucking amazing, lover. Hot enough to need both of us to keep her out of trouble."
"No shit. We'd best do that now, baby." Jo would latch on to someone if they didn't remind her who loved her best.
Troy slid over, reached to touch the ink on her neck. Four puncture wounds, two pairs of lips. "Come on, Jo-Jo. You're ours now."
Theirs.
They'd marked her now, as surely as she'd marked them. Which Law was grateful for, because he would never have found Troy otherwise.
God knew, it was going to take both of them to keep her.
Quittin' Time By BA Collins
“What’s this?” I looked down at the envelope. “It’s not payday.” My stomach sank in horror. I hadn’t screwed anything up this week that I knew of. “Open it up, Gail, and find out.” Frank grinned at me. I knew he wouldn’t say another word, the asshole. Would he grin like that if it was a pink slip? Maybe. I knew he had a nasty sense of humor.
I’d been hired at the machine shop to do grunt work, just to sh
ow they would hire women. I hadn’t cared; I needed a job to get through another semester of college. One day Frank had seen me watching one of the new guys fucking up a lathe set-up and asked if I could do better. I did, and Joey went to the chop saw. He had only been daring me, hoping I’d fuck up. When I didn’t, he stopped needling me. Then I told him I’d grown up working in my dad’s machine shop. That had opened his eyes. Maybe he hadn’t seen my application.
“Well, the way this week’s been going….” I put a needle file into the envelope and ripped it open. The shop was quiet. Quitting time, and no third shift to follow us on a Friday. Not a lot of people around. I’d been really focused on getting to the end of the tap set up on my latest job and hadn’t actually noticed the time bell.
Just Frank and me here…and Ewen in the far corner, just pushing up his welding helmet and noticing it was quitting time. I pulled the envelope contents out; it looked like a paycheck. But it was about double one of my regular part time checks. “Holy shit, what is this?” I looked up at him. He’s about six four. I’m not short, five four is a reasonable height, but I look him in the name badge on his uniform shirt.
“Quarterly bonus.” Frank indicated a similar envelope in his own vest pocket. “We did good this quarter.” His face was still crinkled in a grin. He was old enough to have lines etched into his face. It was good to see him relax his usual glare into a smile.
“But I’m part time…I didn’t think I qualified.” I thought about what I could do with some actual cash. Unplanned for, unbudgeted money. Maybe a hair cut? I could get my boring dirty blond hair permed, perhaps. Hm. New clothes. Definitely new clothes.
“I think the old man hopes you’ll program for us morons someday.” Frank put his finger alongside his nose for a second. I supposed he knew I was studying computers, but not for doing manufacturing stuff. Well, if they wanted to think that, I wouldn’t say differently. Nothing wrong with a fall-back job. “Okay…” I know my voice wasn’t so sure.
Frank winked and turned around. “Got one for soldier boy, too.” He went off to intercept Ewen. I watched him walk away, muscled back under the shop shirt with a leather vest over it. He kept his head shaved. Today it was shiny and fresh, but when he hasn’t kept up on it, you could see he would be balding. He must be over forty. Other than that, it would be hard to tell. He was built. I could imagine a six-pack under the shirt front too.
“Hold up.” Frank didn’t quite touch him as Ewen turned away. Ewen hated the ‘soldier boy’ nickname. He didn’t say much in general. I’d heard he had just come back from Iraq. He had a nasty limp sometimes. He was cute, though. Dark curly brown hair, matching chocolate brown eyes. I’d caught him looking at me a few times with interest. Damn. At least one of those times I’d been staring too and turned away fast.
He was good looking; I like beards on guys. His was short, trimmed to fit under his welding helmet. “What?” he snapped.
“Bonus check.” Frank didn’t mess with him. Oh sure. I get terrified out of my mind and he gets just the facts. What a prick. That stopped his glare. “Bonus? Oh, no shit.” He tucked it in his pocket. He even smiled at Frank. He didn’t look at the check. Some people never open up their paychecks in front of everybody.
“Didn’t mean anything by that, ya know.” Frank shrugged at him.
Ewen took a deep breath, and let it out, visibly relaxing. “It’s better than ‘Gimp,’ I guess.” The assholes called him that too. I’d heard that had led to a fight outside the shop one evening.
“I can learn by other guys’ mistakes.” Frank clapped him on the shoulder. “You two want to go for a beer?” I’d been thinking fondly of sleep. Taking college courses during the day and working second shift at a machine shop had sounded like a great idea until about two months into the semester. I’d gotten about three hours of sleep a night for the last three days. That all vanished when they both turned to look at me, Frank with an evil glint in his eye, and Ewen with a hopeful look. “Okay.” I gulped. I’ve been wishing Ewen would look at me for weeks…and afraid Frank would. Both of them? It’s not like I’m some hot chick. As the guys say, I have a nice ‘rack,’ enough that I keep my tits squashed down in a sport bra at work, but my ass is pretty wide.
“Don’t force yourself.” Frank grinned. I blushed. “I haven’t gotten much sleep lately.” “Damn, I shoulda gone to college.” Frank pulled his vest off and stripped his shop shirt off. Sadly, he had a t-shirt on under it, so I only got to find out that he’d been to Sturgis Bike Week last year. I still had to wonder about the six-pack’s existence.
“You’d have stayed up all night writing code?” I asked as innocently as I could. I usually spent my breaks checking email and doing homework. I’d gotten a reputation for being stuck-up, taking my breaks in my car. It beat getting hit on by the jerks. Ewen and Frank never came over. I wouldn’t have told them off, but maybe they didn’t know that. I’d lost a good fifteen minutes last night watching Frank tell the guys some long involved story about adventures at Sturgis last year. When he smiled, everybody had to pay attention, even though he wasn’t what you’d call cute in a guy.
Ewen chuckled. “That’s what I figured she meant.” God, he had a cute smile when he relaxed. He’d stripped his welding jacket off at his station and was pulling on a leather jacket.
“Sorry. Gutter mind.” Frank didn’t sound a bit sorry. “Here I was imagining frat parties gave you those cute little smudges under your eyes.”
“Argh.” I’d noticed them too. “Frat parties? I don’t think so.”
“Nah, you look too smart for that.” Ewen smiled. “Saw you writing on that laptop the other night. You know your tongue sticks out when you’re concentrating?” I felt my cheeks get warm and went to the ladies’ room to change, hearing chuckles behind me. At least he seemed to think my geekiness was cute. Back into jeans, dorky t-shirt with physics diagrams and a jeans jacket. Had I known I’d be invited out for drinks, I could have done better. But with them? Frank was a biker; what would I wear to a date with him? I didn’t know anything about Ewen. Argh.
Frank was waiting by the door, wearing his leather jacket. The denim vest over it looked cool, but I didn’t know why he hid the black leather under ratty old faded denim. He looked the scary outlaw biker right now. So why were my tits so tight looking at him? Because I’m a moron.
“Hurry it up, we ain’t got all night before the fucking bars close.”
“Where’s Ewen?”
“He’s outside already.” Frank eyed me for a moment. “Who you want to ride with?”
I hadn’t even thought that far. They both rode motorcycles to work. I drove a compact shitbox. “Um….” He tugged at my ponytail. “I ain’t being seen around that foreign piece of shit.” “Hey!” I couldn’t quite free myself. He moved me by the hair so I was a lot closer, looking up at him, his hand buried tight in my hair. I gasped in surprise. He’d made a few comments, but I didn’t think he meant anything serious by them.
“That’s cute.” He pulled me against his chest. His jacket zipper pressed into my breasts, right through my t-shirt, his arm held me wrapped tight around my back. “Well?” I couldn’t think what he’d been talking about. I was having trouble thinking past being pressed into his body. “Well, what?” I breathed. I’d been scared he’d flirt with me before. The reality was overwhelming. I ought to just go away, he’s got to be forty, way too old for me. But he’s hot, damn it. He bent closer; for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. I gasped. I couldn’t deny to myself that I was getting damp between the legs at the force of his arm around me, grinding me into his chest.
He laughed and let go, pushing me out the door.
Ewen had a new Harley, and leather jacket with big Harley emblem on it. No helmet, but I didn’t expect that. Helmets are optional in New Hampshire. He had already started his bike.
“So who are you riding with?” Frank reminded me.
Ewen made a face. “You take her, man. Not sure I can steady two people a
t stops right now.” He looked away.
“That’s too bad.” I felt bad for him; guys hate admitting weakness. “I wanted a ride on that pretty new bike.”
“Don’t want to be seen with an scary old one percenter?” Frank reached into his saddlebags and handed me a shorty helmet. I glared at him. “My mom would faint either way.” I wasn’t sure what a one percenter was, but he had a patch that said so on his vest, so it must be a biker thing. My mom would shit if she saw me getting on a bike with him. Or probably even Ewen. Bikers are scary.
Frank settled me on the passenger seat and then climbed on. He turned the key and the big motor came to life under us, vibrating against my legs and up into my butt cheeks. “Hang on.” He advised and revved out of the parking lot. Ewen followed.
“Where are we going?” I yelled in his ear belatedly. I’d lost track when he sat down in front of me, back and ass just about digging into me.
“Roadside Bar.” He squeezed my knee.
Oh, God. The trashiest bar in the area. Well, that might be where he was comfortable. And hey, I was with two guys. I’d be okay. Except from them. I should have insisted on driving. I’d need them to agree to get home. Shit, I’m stupid. This could get bad. The bar was as I’d remembered, a line of bikes and hot rods out in front and in the small parking lot. It was a nice night. I think more people were outside than inside. I’m pretty tired, I’d better have just one. Nobody bothered me, but I could see a lot of looks my way. Walking out of here alone unmolested might be tough.
Frank bought a round of beer when we managed to get in, and found us a spot at the bar. Ewen got on one side of me and Frank the other, as if they were protecting me from the crowd. Maybe they were.
“You cool, Gail?” Frank asked.
