by Marla Monroe
But was it?
I really like them. But is that enough? They want me to be their woman.
She wasn’t really sure what that meant, but two men would be awesome, at least at first, but what about later when the new wore off? Could they really share her long term? What about jealousy?
It seemed to be working for the other women, but that was no guarantee that it would work for her and Turk and Irish. Everyone was different. How could she commit to two men and make it last?
Well, she didn’t have to think about it all right then. She had more important issues to deal with. Namely, her creepy stalker. The man wasn’t going to stop at calling her on her personal phone. He’d find out where she lived and come after her. She was sure of it.
Piper finally walked out of the bathroom in her underwear and the huge sleep shirt she liked to wear to bed. To her surprise, both men were wearing boxers and nothing else. She’d never seen them without their shirts, and the view was amazing. Both men had tats from shoulder to elbow in intricate tribal patterns as well as an open heart over their real hearts. It was empty but delicate looking.
“Just wow,” she finally managed to get out as they stood on either side of the bed.
Irish turned around so that she could see his back. It held a large tattoo of a skeleton riding a motorcycle with The Ghost Riders across the top of his shoulders. Turk turned and let her see that he had the same thing on his back.
“All of the brothers have that on our backs. It’s our pledge to the club to always be true to it,” Irish told her.
“What happens if you want out?” she asked.
“There is no getting out once you’re in, Piper. It’s for life.”
“Do the women have them?” she asked a little afraid of the answer.
Turk laughed. “No. A few of them have their men’s names tattooed on them, but not all of them, and it’s not required. It was a personal choice.”
“I don’t have any on me.” She wasn’t sure she’d want one either. She’d always heard that they hurt.
“Come to bed, babe,” Irish told her. “You’re exhausted and need to rest.”
“I don’t think I’m going to rest with both of you in the bed with me.” She didn’t see how. She’d never really slept in the same bed with a man before.
“We’ll help you relax, and you’ll be asleep in no time. Come on, Piper.” Turk held out one hand.
She accepted it and let him lead her to climb on the mattress until she was in the middle. Irish climbed in on one side of her and Turk on the other. She felt like an ice cream sandwich minus the cold. There was no way to be cold between two hot men.
Piper waited to see what they’d do. She was almost afraid that they wouldn’t do anything while, at the same time, afraid they would. What did she expect from them? Would they want to have sex since she was in their bed? Did she want that? Now?
To her surprise, Turk massaged her shoulders while Irish leaned in and took her mouth in a gentle yet searing kiss. He teased her until she opened to him then swept in and rocked her mind with how good he tasted and how right the kiss felt. He didn’t savage her mouth as she would have expected. Instead, he was easy and loving in how he explored with his tongue then nibbled her lower lip with his teeth.
“You are so beautiful, Piper. I love your red hair and how it frames your face. You have the cutest freckles across your nose and cheeks. I want to kiss each one,” Irish told her in a husky voice.
She could tell he desired her and was sure Turk felt the same way from the kisses he gave her across her shoulders and at the back of her neck. Where were they leading her, and did she want to go there?
“Let us help you relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want tonight, but your body is killing us. Let us make you feel good.” Irish brushed light kisses along her chin, cheeks, and jawline.
Before she realized what he meant, Turk had moved to the foot of the bed and was shouldering between her legs where he tugged on her panties until they were trapping her legs at the knees. He drew them all the way off then returned to lie between her thighs.
“Irish?” She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this.
“Easy, babe. Let Turk taste that sweet pussy. Why don’t you tell me what he’s doing to you in that sexy voice of yours? He’s heard you, but I haven’t. Talk to me, Piper.”
“Oh God! He’s blowing against my wet folds.”
Somehow talking to Irish in the dark didn’t bother her or embarrass her. If the lights were on, she might not have been able to do it. She closed her eyes and pretended she was talking to one of her customers over the phone. Piper put everything she had into her voice. These two men were risking everything to protect her.
“It feels so good. Sexy and hot.” She breathed through the tension it built inside of her.
“I bet your pussy is glistening with your juices, isn’t it, babe?”
“Oh, yes! Turk just licked my slit. It felt so good. I don’t want him to stop.”
“He won’t, babe. He’ll stroke that pretty pussy until you come for us.”
“His tongue is sliding in and out of my pussy. Then he’s licking up and down my slit again. My clit is aching, but he hasn’t touched it yet.”
“He will, babe. Wait for it. He’s going to get you all hot before he lets you come.”
“Turk’s pushing one finger inside of me. It’s not enough. I need more. More, Turk.”
“Fuck, Turk. What does she taste like?” Irish finally asked.
“Heaven. She tastes like heaven. I’ve never tasted anything this sweet before,” Turk told the other man.
“He’s lapping at my slit like it’s a lollipop. I need him to lick higher. I need more of him inside of me.” Piper couldn’t help the slight whine in her voice or the way she gasped with each stroke of his tongue at her opening.
“How many fingers does he have inside of you, Piper?” Irish asked.
“Only one. Please, Turk. I need more.” She gasped. “Yes! He added a second one. That feels so good.”
“Listen to her purr, Turk.” Irish pushed her T-shirt up until her breasts were exposed.
He ran the back of his hands over the peaked nipples then gently rolled them between two fingers. She arched into his touch. It felt so good. She couldn’t think with both of them working on different parts of her body. Her nerve endings were all crossed as she groaned and wiggled between them.
“How does it feel to have your breasts played with, babe? Do you like it?” Irish asked.
“So good. Please more. I want to feel your mouth on them.” Piper couldn’t believe how demanding she was with them.
“I can do that.” Irish’s mouth sucked in one of her nipples, causing her to arch her back, tearing Turk’s mouth from her pussy.
Turk pressed down against her pelvis to keep her still as he thrust two fingers in and out of her pussy. His mouth sucked on her pussy lips before returning to lick at her swollen folds. Between Irish’s mouth on her breast and Turk’s at her pussy, Piper’s orgasm wasn’t far away. She couldn’t believe she was going to come between the two men.
“Please, Turk. I need your mouth on my clit. I’m so close.”
“Do it, Turk. Let’s make her fly.”
Turk sucked in her clit just as Irish pinched one nipple and nipped the other one, sending Piper into a climax so hard she was afraid she’d pass out. She’d never managed to give herself one anything near what the two men had just done. She’d never even climaxed when she’d been with other men. Her head felt as if she were floating as she slowly drifted back to the bed. Her throat felt raw. Had she screamed? Oh God.
I bet I did. Everyone in the clubhouse probably heard me. How will I ever be able to show my face again?
Piper covered her face with both hands.
“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Irish peeled one hand away.
“I can’t believe I just screamed. Everyone will know what we did.”
Turk crawled back up to the head o
f the bed. “Hon, you’re going to hear more screams later. It’s not a big deal.
She blushed at the wetness around Turk’s mouth. He’d just licked her to orgasm, and she wanted to lick his mouth. How weird was that? What was wrong with her? She’d never acted this way before.
“I’ll be right back. Relax, hon. This was supposed to help you rest. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Turk strode to the bathroom as if nothing had happened. When he returned, he slid into bed next to her and pulled her so that her back lay against his front. Irish kissed her then rolled over, pulling her arm across his chest.
“Sleep, sweetheart. We’ve got you,” Turk whispered in her ear.
Chapter Eleven
“He’s here,” Turk said. “He just bought gas and a candy bar at the station across from the diner. I bet he gets a motel room then goes looking for her tonight. I guarantee that he has her apartment number by now since he located her personal phone number.”
“I say we wait for him there. When he turns up, we’ll be there to capture him.” Irish leaned back in his chair.
“You realize there’s nothing we can have him arrested for. If he breaks in, there’s that, but it won’t keep him for long. We’ve got a decision to make. Do we take care of him and bury the body or put the fear of God into him and hope he takes the hint?”
“We need to talk with Dom and Reese about it. Whatever we do can’t blow back on the club.” Irish shook his head.
“I’d rather hide the body, but I’m not sure that’s the answer with the girls now. No one can end up in jail over this. It would tear them apart.” Turk sighed and stood up. “Let’s go see what the Pres thinks.”
Irish was sure their Pres and Vic Pres wouldn’t want to outright kill the man, but roughing him up enough that he knew better than to mess with Piper again would probably be on the table. Since this affected all of them, they’d more than likely call a meeting. He wasn’t disappointed. Two hours later, the club’s governing body met where they held church.
“The reason we’re here today is to discuss the problem of someone after one of our own. Piper belongs to Turk and Irish and is being hunted by a man who’s targeted her through her job online. He’s been tracked to here and will probably make his move on her apartment tonight. Our question is, what do we do about it?” Dom asked.
Everyone spoke around the table until Reese held up his hand for silence. “This affects us all as a club, so we need to all be in agreement before we make a decision. Normally, because we’re a legal club, for the most part, I’d say let the authorities take care of him, but there’s nothing to pin on him that will put him away for a long time.”
“I say we rough him up and kick him out of town. He’ll know that if he returns we’ll finish his ass.” This came from Rhodes.
“I agree with Rhodes. We show him the error of his ways. As much as I’d like to put him six feet under, that would go against everything we’ve worked hard to accomplish. While I’m not opposed to finishing his ass if he forces us, I’d rather put the fear of God into him and ride him out of town.” Cassius nodded over at Rhodes.
“Anyone else?” Dom asked.
There were no other suggestions. The group remained quiet.
“Okay, all in favor of beating the guy bloody and sending him on his way?” Reese asked.
There were ayes all around.
“Anyone against?” Reese said.
“The ayes have it. Irish, Turk, and Ajax, you wait on him at Piper’s apartment. Vernon, you and Cassius position yourselves outside the apartment building in case he gets away from the others. Once you have him, take him outside of town and make sure he understands that he’s on our territory and isn’t welcomed. Murdock, drive his car so he has a way to leave. Butch, Walker, you two make sure he leaves town and doesn’t circle back.” Dom looked around. “Everyone understand their parts?”
“Crystal clear,” Irish said with a grin.
He couldn’t wait to teach the dickwad a lesson. No one bothered The Ghost Riders’ women. No one. He couldn’t wait until they could get their hands on the bastard. After tonight, if everything went well, they would be able to tell Piper her world was safe again. Then they could seriously pursue her.
Irish and Turk walked out of the conference room they used for their church and went in search of their woman. They’d spend some quality time with her before they needed to leave to set the trap for her stalker. The man’s name was Bill Smith, of all names for a stalker. They’d tell her about him once everything was done.
They found her with Jessie in River’s room. The other woman was tired and not feeling the best. She was only a week away from her due date, which meant she could go into labor at any time now.
“Hey, River. Feeling any better?” Irish asked as he wrapped his arms around Piper.
“Not much. I can’t be still. I’m not having any pains, but I can’t get comfortable. This sucks.”
Irish chuckled. “I know that Dom and Reese would take it from you if they could, but birthing babies tends to be women’s work.”
“Bastard. I’ll have your balls for that.” River’s words had both men cupping themselves.
“I think we’re going to take our manly parts and steal Piper from you guys.”
Turk grinned and rubbed River’s belly, snatching his hand away just before River took a chomp out of it.
“What did you want?” Piper asked as they led her to their room.
“To spend some time with you. We’re going to be out a little later tonight and might not get back until late.”
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Club business, babe,” Irish told her.
She frowned at him. “That doesn’t sound very good. I didn’t think you guys were into illegal stuff. Jessie said you were getting out of anything like that.”
“It’s not really illegal, just not something we want to discuss.” Turk kissed the palm of her hand. “Trust us, okay?”
“I guess. I don’t understand all this club business. I really wanted to work on the web page some tonight. I can do that while you guys are gone.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ve got some stuff running on my computer. You can work on it from your laptop, right?” Turk asked.
“Yeah. I have everything I need, I think.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Yeah, but we want to make you scream again, too.” Irish was sure he had a mischievous smile on his face from the way Piper’s mouth curved into a soft O.
“I don’t know about that. It was so hard to look the other women in the eyes this morning. Maybe later?” she asked, her brows lifting as if asking them.
“Nope. I’ve wanted a taste of that sweet pussy ever since Turk got to taste you. It’s my turn now, babe.”
“Really, guys. You’re entirely too serious about this. It’s the middle of the day.”
Turk’s loud chuckle made their woman jump. Irish grinned at the look on her face.
“Hon, making love happens at all hours of the day. It isn’t relegated to nighttime. Seriously, strip for us. We want to see that beautiful body of yours.” Turk pulled her to her feet.
“I’m not beautiful. I’m pudgy.”
“Nonsense. You’ve got curves that make my mouth water,” Irish told her.
“Come on, honey. I want to see those gorgeous tits. My mouth is watering just thinking about tasting them.” Turk drew her shirt up over her head. “You’re not getting undressed fast enough.”
Irish watched as she slowly shimmied out of her shorts then fumbled with her bra before slowly letting it drop to the ground.
“Aw, man. Look at those nipples. They’re already popped out and waiting for my mouth.” Turk licked his lips.
“Now the panties, babe.” Irish nodded at her blue silk undies. She peeled them down her legs then stepped out of them. She crossed her arms over her breasts and stood there, a soft chill from the air condi
tioner crossing her bare skin, making little goose bumps pebble her arms and thighs.
Irish wanted to heat her up until those little bumps disappeared. “On the bed, babe. Spread your legs so I can see that juicy pussy. I bet I’m going to go crazy down there once I get my mouth on you.”
“You will. She’s sweet like candy, man.” Turk climbed onto the bed and fastened his mouth over one nipple as he plucked and pulled on the other.
Irish chuckled as Piper moaned and arched her back. She was so responsive. He loved that about her. Her voice did things to his body that ought to be illegal, but he bet her pussy would more than make up for it. He knelt between her legs and spread her thighs wide so he could look at the object of his desire. He wanted in that wet cunt more than he wanted his next breath. For now, he’d settle for sucking her juices until she screamed their names. It was going to be his new favorite thing to do.
* * * *
Piper was sure she was going to die. The two men did things so differently. Turk didn’t play around with her breasts. He sucked as if trying to fit the entire globe in his mouth then pulled on the nipple with just his teeth until she was sure it would hurt. Then he’d let it go and start all over again. His other hand pulled and twisted the little nub until she was sure she’d explode with pleasure, but he always stopped just short of her climax. How could she come with just her breasts being teased? Was it even possible?
Then there was Irish, who’d settled himself between her legs. He traced her pussy with the tip of his tongue as if mapping it. He never applied much pressure, just circled her clit then down her folds and back up again. When he suddenly sucked in her labia, she nearly yelped in surprise. It felt amazing, but she needed more than his gentle teasing.
