by Marla Monroe
“Please, Irish. I need you.” She couldn’t believe how easy it was for her to beg him.
I’m putty in their hands. It shouldn’t be this way, but I’d do anything to feel their hands on me.
“Easy, Piper. We’ll take care of you. Let us explore you some.” Turk nipped one nipple then sucked on it to ease the slight sting.
Irish thrust his tongue in and out of her hot, wet channel before replacing it with two fingers. Then he lapped at her clit before returning to lick at her slit as he pumped her cunt with his fingers.
A spiral of need started slow and steady as the two men built it from a spark into a full-on raging fire. She was going to be consumed when it got to her. She was sure of it.
Both men seemed to know she was on the edge, and when Irish nipped her clit while thrusting hard into her cunt with both fingers, Turk twisted one nipple and bit the other one, sending electric shards of pleasure through every nerve ending until she screamed their names.
Before she’d fully come down, Piper was aware of Irish rolling on a condom and positioning himself at her opening. She reached up for him, wanting to touch him as he entered her. Her hands mapped the smooth skin of his abdomen and chest. He was a work of art with his tattoos and sculpted muscles. She didn’t know where to touch first, but once he breached her pussy, she thought of nothing but how good it felt for him to be inside of her.
“Irish,” she whispered as she breathed out.
He slowly filled her until there was no more room and his balls rested against her ass. Dear God he was big. Her pussy struggled to relax around his hard, thick cock. Piper wasn’t sure where he began and she left off. He filled her completely, perfectly.
“Fuck, you’re tight, babe. Am I hurting you?” Irish hissed out.
“No. Fuck me, Irish. I need you to move.”
God, did I just scream at him?
Whether she had or hadn’t, he began to move inside of her, pulling free of her greedy flesh then thrusting back in until his balls slapped at her ass. Over and over he tunneled inside of her, only to retreat again. He felt so damn good inside of her. She never wanted the feel of his thick, hard dick filling her pussy to end.
Turk’s hand caressed her cheek. She turned to see him stroking his rigid flesh with his eyes closed as he did so. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his as he pumped his cock with one hand in a bruising grip. Piper pulled him toward her mouth.
“Let me, Turk. I want to taste you.” Piper licked her lips, and that seemed to break some measure of control he had in that second.
“Suck my dick, Piper. I want to feel that hot, wet mouth around my cock.” Turk fed his erection to her.
She grasped around the base of the thick stalk and opened her mouth to take him in. His groan was all the encouragement she needed as she slowly sucked on just the head then ran her tongue all around the rim before sucking him to the back of her throat, where she swallowed around him.
“Fuck yeah! Just like that, hon. Oh, fuck that feels good.”
Piper lightly grazed her teeth over his engorged cockhead then licked at the slit, enjoying the salty taste of him before taking him all in once again.
“Damn she’s sexy, Turk. Look at her mouth sucking on your cock. That’ll be mine next time.” Irish slowed his thrusts as she bobbed up and down on Turk’s dick.
Turk hissed as she swallowed then pulled back to start all over again. She loved the feeling of power going down on him gave her. She could make him come or make him wait. Then Irish reminded her that he held the power of her climax over her. She sighed as he spread her thighs wider and began to pound into her harder than before.
“Easy, Piper. I think I’ll take back over.” Turk pulled free of her mouth as Irish’s thrusts pushed her higher up the bed.
She threw back her head and moaned as her orgasm roared closer. She watched as Turk pumped his cock with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other. He looked so hot as he squeezed his eyes closed in concentration.
“I’m close, babe. Play with your clit. I want you to come with us, Piper.”
“I’m so close, Irish. Don’t stop.” Piper reached between their bodies as he pummeled her with his thrusts and rolled her finger over her clit faster, adding more pressure the closer she grew to coming.
“Fuck yeah. Holy hell, Piper. That’s too fucking hot.” Turk threw back his head and roared as he shot streams of cum all over her chest.
She felt some of the warm, wet cum on her chin, but she was too busy rushing toward her own climax to care. All she knew was that just a little more pressure in the right spot and she’d go over. Just as she reached that sweet spot, Irish ground into her once then twice before he yelled out, as well. Piper pinched her clit and saw lights behind her eyes as she flew through her orgasm completely unaware of anyone else as she did.
When she finally came back down, it was to find Turk rubbing circles around her breasts where his semen had splattered.
“I think someone needs a shower,” Irish said with a chuckle.
“In a week or two. I’m toast.” Piper felt as if she’d run a marathon or a triathlon maybe. Every muscle in her body felt like a jellyfish.
“Funny.” Turk climbed off the bed. “I’ll clean you up, and then you can shower later.”
Piper grunted when the warm, wet cloth began wiping down her chest. It felt good, but she couldn’t muster up much energy to even open her eyes. They’d pretty much wiped her out. It felt good to have someone take care of her like Turk was doing. The light press of lips on her forehead registered, and she managed to open one eye to see Irish smiling down at her.
“I think we’re the ones who should be worn out, not you, babe. We did all the work.”
“Bite your tongue. I climaxed, twice. That pretty much trumps your one time.”
“She has you there, man.” Turk chuckled before walking back to the bathroom.
“True. I’ll give that to you. Come on. Climb under the covers and rest. We’ve got to go now. If you need anything, just ask one of the girls and they can get it for you,” Irish told her.
“Too tired to need anything right now. Maybe later I’ll work on the website. Hurry back, guys.”
“We will.” Turk dropped a light kiss on her nose before Irish kissed her forehead. Then they were gone.
Piper sighed and snuggled down to take a much-needed nap. She’d think about what all of this meant when she could think straight again. Right now she just accepted it and rolled over.
Chapter Twelve
Piper frowned. She thought she’d packed her jump drive with her favorite code on it. It was something she’d developed herself that helped make web stores run smoothly. She didn’t want to grab some off of another site when she had the perfect string that she’d developed on her drive. She dug through her computer case then her backpack realizing that her drive case wasn’t even in the pack. She must have forgotten it when she’d packed.
It took her a few seconds to remember pulling the case out of the drawer and laying it on the desk while she stuffed the other things in her bag then forgetting about it. She needed that case. Piper sighed and realized she’d just have to run get it. It would only take about twenty minutes to make the trip there and back.
She looked at the clock and realized it was going to be dark soon. She really wanted to get back before nine. She didn’t have any idea when the guys would be back, but they’d warned her it might be late. If she knew them, they’d balk at letting her go alone, but she needed that case. It had everything she did in it.
I’ve got to get it. Maybe I can get it and be back before anyone realizes I’m gone.
Right, there was a guard at the gate. He’d know. She had to drive right past him. She just hoped he wouldn’t fuss about it.
Piper grabbed her purse and keys then slipped out of the guys’ room and headed for the front of the building, where she was lucky enough not to run across anyone. All she needed was for one of the girls to ask her what she was
doing.
When she climbed into her car, she prayed no one would stop her. She drove through the gate without batting an eye, waving at the man standing there as if she were just going to the store and would be right back. Same diff. She would be right back. She just wasn’t going to the store. She was going to her apartment to get her case.
An uneasy feeling slid down her neck to creep slowly down her spine. Something didn’t feel right. She shook it off as guilt feelings for leaving without telling anyone where she was going. Still, the feeling persisted to the point that her belly began cramping.
“Stop it, Piper. You’re a grown freaking woman. You don’t have to tell anyone where you’re going or what you plan to do. Just stop it.”
She turned down the street where her apartment building was located and pulled into the lot to park in her spot. The second she climbed out of her car she knew she’d screwed up. The sound of crunching rocks and the feel of something sharp and deadly against her throat said that she had walked right into a trap.
“Well, well, well, little Piper. I didn’t even have to break into your apartment to find you. You came right to me.”
Piper knew she’d made a grave mistake in coming back without the guys. Mr. Creepy had found her. Now no one would ever know what had happened to her. He’d hurt her and kill her without the guys finding out what happened to her. Why hadn’t she stayed at the clubhouse like they’d wanted?
“Nothing to say now, whore? You had plenty to say to all those men who called you spending hard-earned money for you to talk dirty to them. What did you do with all that money, Piper, huh? Did you buy yourself jewelry? Yeah, I bet you bought yourself a lot of things while those men’s wives went without.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I make a salary. I didn’t get rich. They don’t pay me whatever they charge. I get a percent. I can’t afford to buy jewelry and stuff like that. What do you want with me?” Piper looked frantically around, wishing someone, anyone would show up.
“Don’t lie to me, bitch. My dad paid someone just like you all his money while we did without. When mom caught him talking with those dirty women like you, she found out he’d sent them the rent money instead of paying for our place to live. You’re evil and deserve to die.” The man’s spittle hit her face as he yelled at her.
“I didn’t ask anyone for money. I j-just talk to them. They call the service, and I talk to them, that’s all.”
“Don’t lie to me. I’ve heard you. You don’t remember me, do you, bitch? I called and you talked to me about that pussy and how you’d love for me to fuck you with my big dick. Remember? I told you I’d fill you up and make you come. Remember, Amber?”
“I—I remember.” Piper didn’t know what he was talking about but played along.
His voice didn’t sound familiar, but she’d talked to so many different men over the last few years that she couldn’t remember them all. Some never called back after one time. Phone sex wasn’t for everyone. She honestly could have talked to him a dozen times and never recognize his voice. It would sound different over the phone. It had sounded different than when he’d called and threatened her.
“You told me you’d suck my cock. That’s exactly what you’re going to do, too, Amber. You’re going to get me off, and then I’m going to slit your throat so that you can’t do that to anyone else ever again.” He jerked her by the hair toward her apartment.
The blade nicked a spot over her collarbone. It stung, but she doubted that was anything compared to having her throat cut. She needed to do something, but what? Scream? He’d slice her throat before she made more than a squeak. Piper was out of options. She figured her best bet was to pretend to pass out and then, when he dropped her, run as fast as she could toward the road. Her only problem was that he had that knife right against her throat.
* * * *
“What the fuck?” Turk whispered into the phone. “What’s she doing here?”
“I’m going to turn her over my knee when this is all over. I’ll go get her. You keep a watch on—” Turk’s voice stopped mid-sentence
“Motherfucker! He’s got her. Why didn’t we see him?” Irish cursed.
“He looks like a damn garbage man in those coveralls. I thought he lived here when he climbed out of the truck,” Rhodes said.
“He’s got her. What the fuck are we going to do now?” Turk demanded.
“Take him down. Just like we planned,” Ajax said.
“How? He’s got a fucking knife to her throat.” Irish looked over to where he knew his cousin was hiding on the other side of the lot.
They’d programmed their phones as a group call and were keeping up with each other like that. All he needed now was for the damn call to drop on one of them. What was Piper doing there? They’d left her sleeping in their room.
“Watch my back. I’m going to act like I live there and just going up to my apartment,” Turk said.
“Be careful, man. He may be skittish.”
Irish watched as Turk slammed his hand against a car then walked toward the stairs where Piper and her assailant stood. He didn’t let on as if he thought something was wrong. The man pulled Piper closer to him, but the knife was no longer in plain sight.
“Hey, Piper. Going out?” He nodded at her but kept going.
“Hey, Turk. Um, yeah we were heading out.”
“Hot night. Have a good time,” he said as he started climbing the stairs.
Just as the man pushed Piper toward the truck he’d gotten out of, Turk jumped and took the man down to the ground. Irish and the others crashed forward, to make sure the bastard didn’t get back up. Irish grabbed Piper and pulled her well away from the melee.
“Are you okay? Where’s that blood coming from?” Irish searched her neck, pulling her T-shirt back to see the angry scratch near her collarbone. “Fuck, you’re neck’s bleeding.”
“I’m okay, Irish. What about Turk? Is he okay? Where did you come from? I thought you had something going on.” She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing as if she’d never let go.
“This is what we had going on, but you showed up and nearly took ten years off my life. What the fuck are you doing here?” Irish asked.
“I forgot my drive case and needed it for the code I was working on. I was just going to pop in and grab it then get right back. How was I supposed to know you were planning some kind of takedown?” She jerked in his arms. “That’s what this was, wasn’t it? This is the asshole who’s been calling me. You found out he’d be here and you planned on catching him. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Easy, Piper. One thing at a time. First of all, you’re going to get a whipping for putting yourself in danger like this. We had you at the clubhouse for your safety, remember?”
“Oh hell no. You’re not spanking me. You should have told me you knew he was here. This isn’t going to work with us if you keep secrets from me. I can’t stand secrets.”
“Like the fact that you were working as a phone sex operator?” he asked with just a hint of a smile.
“I didn’t know you well enough at the time to tell you that. Doesn’t count. This is serious, Irish.”
“It is. Never go out on your own again unless one of us knows where you’re going and what you’re doing.”
“I’m not a prisoner, biker boy. You can’t tell me what to do or where I can go.”
“Best not get into that here and now,” Ajax interjected. “What are we doing with fuckwad over there?”
“He attempted to kidnap me. Call the cops and let them arrest him. What else can you do?” Piper asked.
Ajax and Irish exchanged looks, and Irish sighed. “Take her home for me, will you?” Irish gently pushed Piper toward Ajax.
“What? The police will need to talk to me when they get here.” Piper’s expression changed from angry to worried.
“He won’t see more than a few months in jail for attempted kidnapping, babe. We’re going to teach him a lesson and make sure he doesn�
�t ever show his face in this part of the country again.” Irish nodded at her. “Go home with Ajax. We’ll be along soon. Then we need to sit down and have a talk.”
“We sure do. I don’t like the fact that you kept that he was here from me.” Piper crossed her arms and glared at Irish.
“Ajax. Get her back to the clubhouse. We’ve got this handled.” Irish sighed at the exasperated expression that washed over Piper’s face.
“Don’t do anything that will get you in trouble, Irish. It’s not worth it. Please?” Piper’s voice told him that she cared even if she was pissed at them.
“We won’t, babe. Go with Ajax and don’t give him a hard time.”
Irish nodded at the other man then turned to where Turk and the others had the bastard on the ground with his hands behind his back. He wanted to break the man’s neck, but knew they couldn’t risk the body coming back to bite them on the ass one day.
“You know where to take him. We’ll meet you guys there.” Irish nodded at Turk, who kicked the bastard in the side before following him toward where they’d hidden their bikes.
“She okay?”
“Yeah. She’s got a small cut, but it’s nothing. She’s actually pissed at us for not telling her the bastard was in town.”
Turk shook his head then climbed onto his bike. “We’ve got to have a long talk with her when we finish this.”
“Already told her. She’s pissed but doesn’t want us to kill him. She’s afraid we’ll end up in trouble.”
“She cares.”
“Yep.”
“Let’s deal with this asshole and get back to our woman.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Why didn’t you tell me he was here? If you had, I never would have left the clubhouse. I thought you were dealing with some sort of club business.” Piper crossed her arms over her breasts.
“We were. Keeping you safe was club business,” Turk said.
“Bullshit. That doesn’t excuse you. I had a right to know. It was my life that was threatened.” Piper threw her hands up in the air. “I swear it’s like talking to a brick wall.”
