Taken by Two Bikers

by Jasmine Black

  When waitress Zoe Miller’s car breaks down late one night on a deserted road, she’s thankful her biker ex-boyfriend and his best friend come to her rescue…in more ways than one!

  Taken by Two Bikers ~ An Erotica Quickie

  Jasmine Black

  Taken by Two Bikers

  By Jasmine Black

  Published by Spunky Girl Publishing

  Copyright 2015 Jasmine Black

  1st edition

  Cover Art by Cover Design by Melody Simmons from eBookindiecovers

  Edited by Julie Naughton

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  This is a work of fiction. Characters, places, settings, and events presented in this book are purely of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to any actual person, living or dead or to any actual events, places, and/or settings.

  Chapter One

  “No! No! No!” I shouted with frustration and pounded my fist on the steering wheel as the red gas gauge light flickered and then died on my dashboard. My heart sank as the car stalled right there in the middle of the desolate road.

  Shoot! I’d hoped I could make it home — or at the very least to the garage — before I ran out of gas, but it seemed luck wasn’t on my side tonight. I’d worked a double shift as a waitress at a truck stop in the next town and I was so tired I could barely see straight. That stupid gas light always popped off and on. It had a glitch and I’d hoped the light was just screwing with me tonight. Well, it seemed it did screw me over and good.

  I looked out at the blackness and shivered as the cold October air crept into the car. Midnight had come and gone and there was literally no one living along this stretch of farmland. No way to get help. I’d left my cell at home this morning as the battery had died.

  Man! Of all times for the car to run out of gas. Why now?

  No use crying over it. I could either stay here and sleep until someone came along, or get out and walk the five or so miles in my skimpy waitress outfit to get to the garage my ex-boyfriend owned and lived in a room at the back.

  Just thinking of Gil chased the chill right out of me. That man had a sexy way about him and I still wondered why I’d broken up with him. Oh yeah, now I remembered. He’d wanted to share me with other guys. Sharing turned him on.

  I’d told him where he could stick that proposition, and I’d regretted breaking up with him ever since. The more I’d thought about his sharing idea, the more I’d liked it. But pride kept me away from him. I wasn’t going to go begging to get back into his bed.

  I sighed and closed my eyes. And waited.

  I had almost fallen asleep when I heard the distinct rumble of motorcycle engines. I’d been around Gil long enough to recognize the sound of bikes, because he was a biker himself. When I opened my eyes, two motorcycles were almost upon my car.

  Nervousness wrapped around me. I was alone. And there were two bikers. Big guys, dressed in black leather and black helmets, their faces hidden behind dark visors.

  I swallowed and my heart began to pound as they slowed and came to a stop directly beside my car.

  Shit.

  They switched off their engines and turned to look at me. Panic wrapped around me. They looked dangerous. I wanted to get out of the car and run into the nearby fields and hide. The biker closest to me, got off his bike, came over to the driver side of my car, and tapped on the window with his leather gloved finger.

  I shook my head. No way was I going to open the window. No freaking way.

  He straightened and then for a long minute just stared up the road. I tensed as he reached up and unbuckled his helmet.

  Oh no. These guys meant business. They knew I was alone. They could do whatever they wanted to me. My heart felt as if it were about to explode as I awaited his next move.

  He lifted the helmet off his head and when I saw the familiar shaggy hair, I breathed a sigh of relief.

  Gil. My hero.

  I opened the door and he frowned.

  “What in hell are you doing out here all alone?” he growled.

  “Ran out of gas. I need a fill-up.”

  He groaned and the erotic sound made me aware of how he took my meaning. My heart began to pound again and my breathing was suddenly too shallow.

  “It’s too late for you to be out. Something could have happened, Zoe.”

  “Well, maybe I wanted something to happen,” I teased.

  The way he tensed and the way his gaze darkened with lust led me to believe he was taking my comments very seriously.

  The other biker shifted uneasily on his bike. For a moment, I’d forgotten he was there. But now I was very aware of both of them. I hadn’t been laid since breaking up with Gil several months ago. Since then, I’d played it safe. Too damned safe. Avoiding men. Avoiding sex. Avoiding Gil.

  “You better quit toying with me, Beauty, or something will happen tonight.”

  Uh oh, when he called me by my nickname, I knew he was seriously aroused.

  I smiled.

  He cursed softly.

  “Get out of the car. I’ll take you somewhere safe, then Joel and I will get some gas out here and bring your car back to you.”

  Disappointment hit me. Somewhere safe? Since when had Gil gotten so boring?

  I grabbed my purse, rolled up my window, got out of my car, and locked it. Gil handed me his extra helmet and I put it on and latched it into place. I waited for him to get on his bike, then I climbed on behind him, straddled the seat, and curled my arms around his waist. Just like old times.

  His powerful body felt good against mine. Suddenly I felt safe. The engine roared to life and within seconds, we were cruising down the highway with his friend right behind us.

  Chapter Two

  It only took about ten minutes until we pulled into the garage. The scents of oil and gas wrapped around me and I realized I’d missed these smells. Missed this place too.

  As we all got off the bikes, Gil’s friend removed his helmet. I recognized him immediately. Joel was one of Gil’s good friends. He was a mechanic who worked for Gil ,and as Joel gazed at me, his green eyes were intense with interest.

  “Hey, Zoe, long time.”

  “How’s it been? How’s your mom and dad?” I asked him. I knew he was really close to his parents and he always enjoyed talking about them.

  His face relaxed and his voice grew soft.

  “Still living it up in Arizona. They love it there. They’ve added two rescue dogs to their retirement.”

  “That’s great. I’m glad to hear it.”

  Joel smiled and went down a hall into a back room where he began rummaging around, most likely for the jerry can.

  “So, you want to be serviced, do you?” Gil whispered. He’d come up behind me and I could feel his intense body heat. I’d forgotten how tall and big he was and how protected I felt around him.

  “Gil…” I should tell him I’d only been teasing him earlier. But that would be a lie.

  “I won’t do anything without Joel involved. That’s the only way you’re tumbling back into my bed,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

  Arrogant son of a gun, wasn’t he? But the idea of getting it on with Gil and Joel excited me.

  “Two for the price of one. Not a bad deal,” I joked. Gosh, I couldn’t believe I was pushing him like this.

  To my surprise, he reached out and took my hand. It was firm. He meant business.

  “Let’s go in back, wher
e we’ll have privacy,” he said.

  I trembled as he pulled me down a narrow hallway where Joel had disappeared moments earlier. We passed walls lined with cubicles that contained car and motorcycle parts and my thoughts whirled. What was I doing? Could I go through with what he wanted? I’d never done anything like this before. I mean, Gil had taken me anally on occasion, but having sex with two men? It was scary sexy.

  As we passed Joel, who was coming up the hall with a jerry can, Gil stopped and spoke softly to him.

  “Joel, lock up and join us in my bedroom. That’s an order.”

  My tummy hollowed out like I was on a roller coaster as Joel grinned and nodded. His lusty gaze swept over me in a very quick and erotic inspection.

  “I like your orders, boss,” he said.

  Then Gil lead me to where he lived.

  The room in back still looked cozy. I’d been here plenty of times with Gil. The queen-sized bed with dark-green sheets and matching comforter was all military tight, as he’d been taught while in the Army. There were a couple of unwashed dishes on his kitchenette counter, and his room smelled fresh like vanilla. He had this thing for vanilla-scented candles, which he headed toward on a nearby shelf . He lit several of them.

  “Can I get you some coffee?” he asked as he plugged in the coffee machine.

  “No, thanks. Keeps me up all night.”

  “That is the idea.”

  Gil’s white teeth flashed in a sensual grin that made my body hum. In a split second, he’d kicked off his leather boots, removed his leather jacket, gloves and his white T-shirt exposing his broad, bare chest laced with muscles. He stepped closer to me, and his hands spanned my waist. The heat from his body crashed against me like an inferno and my heart began an uncontrollable pound.

  “I’ve missed you like crazy, Zoe,” he whispered. His gaze was so intense it shot shivers through me.

  “I missed you too,” I whispered back.

  Boy, did I ever. My gaze dropped over his corded chest muscles to the crisp dark hair that arrowed beneath the waistband of the tight leather pants he wore. I noticed the prominent bulge between his thighs.

  “May I undress you?” he whispered.

  Like he needs permission?

  “You can do anything you want to me,” I replied, surprised at how breathless my voice sounded.

  “Why are you suddenly so accommodating, Zoe? You do realize what I’m asking, don’t you?” Gil said in an ultra-thick voice. Curiosity twinkled in his eyes.

  “I want you, Gil. You and Joel.” I meant it too. I wanted to lose myself in their arms tonight. I’d think about reality in the morning.

  There wasn’t even a flinch of jealousy on Gil’s face that I admitted I wanted another man having sex with me. Heck, truth be told, I fantasized about sex with more than one guy many times even before he’d mentioned it.

  My co-worker and friend, Jean, who worked with me at the diner, had sex with two doctors whenever she went to their office. Their controversial stress release methods worked wonders for her. Having my car die on me tonight had been stressful, these two guys were going to make me forget all my troubles.

  My thoughts snapped to what was happening now as Gil swept his fingers along the side of my breast. The waitress outfit I wore was made of a light material and I could feel the heat of his touch permeating the clothing and melting into my flesh.

  I shuddered at his touch.

  “You sure are primed, Beauty.”

  Gil’s fingers swept ultra-light across the tight fabric over my chest. He stopped at the lace that held the bodice of my uniform together. With one pull, the string loosened. I wore no bra, mainly because not wearing one accented my breasts, allowing my nipples to be prominent against the cloth. I found it got me more tips from the male customers.

  I held my breath as he eased the outfit open, bringing the straps down over my shoulders.

  We both inhaled as my breasts sprang free. They were deliciously heavy and getting heavier as Gil stared at them. He licked his bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail.

  “So sweet,” he whispered.

  I trembled as I remembered how much Gil liked to suckle my nipples.

  Behind me, the door to room opened. I could hear Joel’s heavy breathing as he stepped into the room. To my surprise, Gil moved away and Joel came around to my front.

  Oh wow.

  Joel was naked. Toned muscles laced his chest and arms. His giant serpent of a shaft was fully erect. The mushroom-shaped head was engorged with blood, the stalk unbelievably thick — it looked like it was almost ten inches. I’d never seen a man so well-hung. A wicked fire ignited deep inside my pussy. I creamed warmly. I wanted him. I wanted both of them. I wanted them thrusting their cocks inside me.

  Now.

  As if Joel could read my thoughts, he smiled knowingly.

  “Easy, girl. Patience. Good things come to those who wait.”

  I nodded numbly. Joel moved in closer, but not close enough for his shaft to touch me. His breath smelled faintly of beer. His breathing was shallow and labored as his head lowered.

  Lightning streaked through me as Joel’s mouth covered my erect nipple, sucking me. I threw my head back, inhaling deeply at the forbidden sensations rocking me.

  Behind me, Gil grabbed my hands, his fingers intertwining tightly with mine. He brought my arms behind my back, allowing my breasts to thrust forward against Joel’s mouth.

  Moans and gasps swept past my lips as Gil firmly held my wrists and kissed my neck, while Joel suckled my nipple until pleasure-pain burst through my flesh. Joel reached up and cupped my breasts

  , massaging and kneading with his fingers, and moving his mouth from one nipple to the other until I was panting and creaming and tossing my head back against Gil.

  I whimpered with disbelief. How could I be aroused with another man sucking me?

  “No need to be afraid,” Gil whispered against my ear. He let go of my hands and then cupped my chin and turned my head toward him. He kissed me hard. His lips smoothed over mine in a heated dance of desire.

  I became heady as his mouth plundered my lips. He broke the kiss abruptly, leaving me panting and whimpering at the onslaught of shivers and excitement.

  “Have a taste, Joel,” Gil growled.

  Joel let go of the nipple he’d been pulling on and raised his head. His eyes were dark and full of lust and I closed my eyes as his mouth claimed mine.

  Intense heat surged through me.

  “You stayed away from us because you were afraid,” Gil said as his warm lips kissed a line of fire along my neck.

  He was right. The idea of two men taking me had taken a while to sink in, but now the thought of two men impaling me was utterly delicious. All my forbidden fantasies were coming to life. Why not embrace them?

  Joel’s kiss deepened. His lips were frantic as he sipped my lower lip into his mouth. A sharp prick of pain stabbed through my flesh as he pinched me with his teeth.

  Bastard.

  My thoughts spiralled. Anger tinged my pleasure and I kissed him back. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, dueling with his tongue and nipping at his lips with my teeth.

  Gil eased my outfit lower, past my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of the uniform. My panties quickly followed. I kicked off my heels too. I stood completely naked in front of both men.

  Chapter Three

  Joel broke the kiss and gazed down at my nude pussy. He gave out a low growl that shot wicked trembles through me.

  “I need her bad,” he said in a thick voice. His eyes were heavy-lidded and dark with intent.

  The air in Gil’s room began to heat up as from behind me came the soft sound of Gil’s night dresser drawer sliding open. I knew he kept his condoms and lube there.

  “We can do it standing up or lying down,” Joel whispered as he caught a condom that Gil tossed him. I trembled at the rip of foil and the slurps of lube.

  “Both,” I managed to say and fought to breathe. Doubts flared as I
watched Joel slide the condom over his huge penis. What in the world was I doing jumping into bed with two guys? Shouldn’t I be protesting or something? Demanding some sort of respect? I’d been warned by my mother that I shouldn’t be letting a guy have his way with me until I had his wedding ring on my finger.

  But I didn’t really want marriage. I liked my freedom and I liked getting fucked by Gil. Always had. He wasn’t the marrying kind, and I knew that getting into the relationship. I’d known too, through rumors, that in the past, he’d shared his women. I suspect it was his naughty dark side that had drawn me to him.

  I quaked, as a shard of fear at what I had once thought was an unthinkable thing to do, was suddenly becoming reality.

  “Just relax, Beauty,” Gil murmured in a hard voice. He was now naked and his erection was angling quickly toward his taut belly.

  Their body heat was like fire licking my skin as they moved closer to me. The muscles on Joel’s chest and arms flexed as he caressed his penis. I gazed down at the bulging length of his shaft as it neared my pussy. Ribbons of blue veins weaved this way and that heading toward the giant red-flushed cockhead that came closer and closer.

  Perspiration sheened across my forehead. My legs trembled. Instinctively, I reached out and wrapped a hand around Joel’s shaft. It was hot and hard and jerked against my palm.

  Joel cursed beneath his breath. His eyes brightened as I stroked the length of his velvet-encased shaft, exploring his girth and trying to figure out how that steel-hard flesh was going to get into me.

  “I’ve been dying to fuck you from the first time I saw you with Gil, but he wanted to get to know you better before he shared you,” Joel murmured. His eyes were intense and glazed with lust. His voice dripped with desperation.

  My cunt was sizzling and weeping wet and my legs weakened as his flesh jerked in my hands. I shook as Gil’s lubed cockhead nudged against my sphincter. My ass had always been extra sensitive, and this time was no exception. He dipped into my ass, working the lubricant against muscles that gripped him like a glove. He groaned and then sank deeper, driving jolts of pressure-pain into me.