by Marla Monroe
“It’s nearly full dark. We’ll bust in at nine sharp. They’ll be taken off guard. How many doors are there?” Rage asked.
“Three. One up front, the carport door, and a sliding glass door around back.”
“Okay, everyone at exactly five after seven now?” They all checked their watches. “Snickers, Bush, take the sliding glass door. Jinx and Cowboy, take the front door. Gunner, you and Hawk take the carport door. Rage and I’ll go in behind you and hold them down while you find Jackie and get her out of there.” Terror looked at all of them. “Straight up nine. Not a second sooner, guys.”
They all took their positions around the house with Gunner, Hawk, Rage, and Terror off to the side of the carport behind a five-foot-long row of hedges. They had nearly two hours to wait. Gunner wasn’t good at waiting. Never had been. With Jackie down in a basement, he was having even more trouble waiting out the time.
“Easy, man. We’ll get her back. She’ll be fine once we have her in our arms. Just remember that. If we jump the gun, we risk her safety. Got it?” Hawk was always his voice of reason, but it wasn’t helping as much today as it normally did.
“We’re going to make a lesson of them and send them packing, guys. I don’t want anyone killed. That will bring in the police, and we don’t want any trouble. Got it?” Terror’s voice held a bite of anger.
Gunner wasn’t sure if he could restrain himself. He wanted their balls for what they’d done. He and Rage should want the same thing for nearly kidnapping their woman.
“I know you want blood. You can beat the crap out of them, but we don’t kill them. We aren’t killing anyone unless they kill one of ours. Then all bets are off,” Rage told them.
“Fine.” Gunner forced himself to open his fists and relax them against his thighs. “But if she’s hurt, you better hold me back.”
“Hawk, can you handle him?”
“I might not want to handle him if they’ve laid a hand on her.”
“Fuck, guys. This is serious. We’re trying to keep a good reputation with the town here. Killing someone won’t go over well.” Terror grabbed Gunner’s arm and forced him around to look at him. “I’ll help you beat the hell out of them. They touched our woman, but killing them isn’t the answer. That will just bring more of them down here for revenge, and the fight won’t stop there. You know it won’t, Gunner. We all agreed we wanted peace now.”
“I know. You’re probably right, but she means too much to me to promise I’ll keep my head. All I can say is that I’ll try.”
“Shit. You do that. Hawk, you both need to rein it in, so we don’t screw up what we’ve accomplished so far.” Terror shook his head.
Chapter Sixteen
Jackie dozed off at some point. She woke to the sounds of broken glass and scuffling above her. Muffled shouts and yells followed by heavy bumps and what sounded like furniture breaking. Were the guys fighting for some reason? Had The Howling Death MC actually come for her? She didn’t know what to expect if the door opened and someone started down the stairs.
She felt her way down the wall until she was opposite the stairs. The noise continued then the cellar door was opened hard enough that it slammed against the opposite wall.
“Jackie!” The sound of Gunner’s voice had relief flowing through her like a welcome drink of ice-cold water on a scorching hot day.
“Gunner!” She raced for the stairs as Gunner, followed by Hawk hurried down the steps.
Gunner caught her up in his arms and squeezed her tight enough to break bones before he let her go so that Hawk could do the same. She’d never been so happy to see anyone in her life. Tears leaked from her eyes despite her trying to keep them from falling.
“Are you okay, babe? Did they hurt you?”
“I’m fine now that you’re here. I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
“What the hell? Of course, we were coming for you. You belong to us.” Gunner kissed her before Hawk got his chance.
“There’s blood on you. Are you two okay?” she asked.
“It’s not our blood, babe. We promised we’d draw their blood for what they did. The guys are mopping up right now. Let’s get you out of here.” Hawk put one hand around her shoulders. Gunner followed them upstairs.
What greeted her in the kitchen was a blood bath. There was evidence that at least two or three of the five men had broken noses. All of them were bleeding profusely from various wounds all over their bodies. There were five of them sitting against the side of one wall, moaning and groaning. A pile of weapons was sitting between Terror and Rage. The six men had a few bruises and cuts that she could see, but none of them looked nearly as beat as the men sitting on the floor in front of them.
“What are you going to do with them?” Jackie asked as her two men urged her out the side door.
“Send them packing with a message to their president that we don’t tolerate violence in our town but that if pushed we will push back.” Hawk hugged her. “Let’s go home.”
That sounded good to her. She was ready.
The three of them walked to where the bikes were parked, and Hawk helped her up on the back of Gunner’s bike before they took off for the house. She couldn’t wait to put the day behind her. She couldn’t believe that it had only been five hours since they’d taken her. She felt as if days had passed.
As soon as they made it in the house, the men were all over her. They stripped her then gently bathed her in the tub before taking her to bed. Gunner spread her thighs with an almost desperate need in his eyes. The first touch of his tongue had her crying out in pleasure. She needed this. She needed them to take her and make her theirs. If they didn’t want her, she’d die inside. She sure as hell wanted them to want her.
“Babe, you taste so damn good. I was afraid I’d lose you.” Gunner returned to eating her pussy with a vengeance.
“God, Gunner. Please.”
She could only beg for him to help her reach that point. She wanted to come so badly.
“Not yet, sweet thing. You’re coming with us this time. Both of us.” Hawk kissed her, exploring her mouth then moving down to lick and bite at her jaw, neck, and earlobe. He sucked at the junction of her neck and shoulder, then nipped at it.
“I want you both. Take me. Make me yours. I don’t want to lose you.” Jackie couldn’t believe she’d allowed the words out.
“You already are ours.” Gunner moved up her body and sucked at her nipple before fitting his cock at her opening. “I’m going to fuck you deep and hard, babe.”
He pushed his way inside her. She was wet and ready for him, but he was thick and had to wiggle to get in her. She finally relaxed enough that he surged forward with a deep growl.
“Damn, babe. You’re so fucking tight I won’t last long.” He retreated and thrust again and again. Finally, he rolled her over so that she straddled him. He bucked up as she rose and fell with him.
“Hold her down while I get her ready, Gunner.” Hawk knelt behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“We’re making you ours. We want to come inside of you at the same time, so Hawk’s going to take that pretty little ass while I fuck your warm, wet pussy.” Gunner reached up and kissed her between the breasts. Then he was pulling her flat against his chest.
“Easy, sweet thing. I’m not going to hurt you if you relax. Hurting you is the last thing I ever want to do.”
Hawk rubbed something cold and wet on her asshole. He pressed his finger inward then pulled it back out. She wasn’t alarmed but knew that no matter how much he prepared her, it would sting. She didn’t care. She wanted them both and wanted to be theirs forever.
He added more of the cool lubricant and pressed in and out of her back hole several times before adding even more and adding a second finger. It burned, but not too badly. He fucked her with his fingers then forced more of the lube inside her. The next thing she felt was his cockhead pressing against her ass. She tried to relax her muscles, letting Gunner’s hands s
oothe her as he rubbed small circles against her back.
Hawk pressed harder, stretching her even as she tried to push out. When he finally popped through the resistant ring of her ass, she gasped and dropped her head to Gunner’s chest.
“There we go. Easy, Jackie. Just let us do all the work.” Hawk pushed all the way in with a soft curse while Gunner pulled nearly all the way out of her pussy. Then they switched directions, and she felt like a piece of cheese between two slices of hot bread.
They seesawed in and out of her until the pressure building was so close to exploding she couldn’t help but strain toward it. Her ass burned, but a strange sort of pleasure was escalating from it, as well. She’d never known there were pleasure nerves in her ass before now. The guys sweated above and below her. Hawk grasped one hip with his hand and held on to the back of her neck with the other hand.
“Fuck but your ass is so goddamn tight, babe. Fuck but I’m not going to last.”
“Neither am I. She’s hot and wet and tight, and with you in her ass, it’s like forcing my dick through silly putty. I swear she’s going to strangle me.” Gunner cupped her breasts in his hands, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
“Please, please not yet. I need to come so badly it hurts.”
“We’ve got you, sweet thing. We’re going to take good care of you from now on.” Hawk used both hands to hold her hips as he tunneled in and out of her ass.
She could feel the heat from Hawk’s body against her back. The burning sensation in her ass had given way to a strange pleasure that helped fuel her need to climax. She needed them to hurry and push her over. She didn’t want to be left hanging. Now with as good as she was sure it was going to be.
“I’ve got you, babe. Just relax.” Gunner put one hand between them where he moved his fingers until his thumb found her clit.
“Yes,” she hissed as he thumbed it, teasing it then pinching it between this thumb and finger.
Jackie erupted in pleasure, screaming in a high-pitched whine that even she didn’t recognize. The two men lost their rhythm and shouted out as they came, filling her body with their semen. The pleasure went on and on as they continued to fuck her until they lost their strength and collapsed beneath and behind her.
“Holy, shit. That was amazing,” Hawk grunted.
“Get the fuck off of us, asshole.” Gunner’s guttural voice proved he was exhausted.
Jackie couldn’t make a sound. She was still trying to relearn how to breathe. They’d pounded her into oblivion. She just lay there when Hawk slowly pulled from her ass and collapsed to one side of them.
“You okay, babe?” Gunner asked.
“Not.” Breath. “Sure.” It was the best she could do.
Hawk chuckled. “Good answer. Me either.”
They lay like that for a long time. She wasn’t sure if she slept some or not, but Gunner’s dick had finally slipped from her, and she felt the sticky residue from her pussy coating her thighs. At the moment, she didn’t care. She was too relaxed to move.
“I love you, Jackie.” It came from Gunner. She’d thought him asleep.
“I love you, too, sweet thing.” Hawk ran his hand up and down her back. “We want you to be our old lady and stay here with us.”
“Really? Like marriage?” she asked.
“We can get married if you want to. Being our old lady is the same thing as marriage to us. We want you with us forever.” Gunner kissed her softly on the lips.
“I want that, too. I love you both. I didn’t think I could after everything, but I do. I love you so damn much it hurts.”
“Are you okay to be caught between us?”
“Always.”
THE END
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