Neither This Nor That Box Set 1

by MariaLisa deMora

  He glanced around and saw a decent buffer of emptiness between them and the next occupied table. “Crissy give you any indication when she’s gonna want to see us?” He shoved the last bite of his self-assembled sandwich in his mouth, trying to hide the eagerness thrumming through his veins at the idea of what they were planning.

  Po’Boy lifted his bottle of water and took a drink, then grinned at him over the open mouth of the bottle. “Brother, she lives next door to you. Why in the hell would you think we’d be waiting? I’m tagging along with you tonight, we roll in, she hears the bikes, comes to the door—then it’s seriously just a question of who’s got the biggest bed.”

  “I figured we’d go to your place in New Orleans.” Wrench was surprised, not sure what to think about this going down in his condo. “You know I got hardly any neighbors who aren’t patches of some brand, right?”

  “Two dudes, one chick.” Po’Boy shook his head. “If—and brother, that’s a big fuckin’ if—someone sees her coming to your place, not a single man is going to look at this and think anything except we’re lucky bastards. If they see us going into hers, they’re going to think the same. Be easy, Wrench. We’re just a couple of guys who belong to clubs who are friendly. We just had a longass run shoved on us by our presidents. Tonight we gather our thoughts and get ready to present them at the joint church Ace and Twisted called for tomorrow. Or—” He winked. “—that’s my story, at least. What one you gonna spin?”

  He stared at Po’Boy for a moment, taking in the confident smirk on his lips, the way his frame filled the seat on his side of the table. He remembered the sandpaper grasp of Po'Boy's fingers around his cock again. Be honest, he thought. You want this with him as much as you do Crissy. Wrench’s hard swallow made a clicking sound in his throat. His voice shook when he said, voice low and rumbling in his chest, “Text her. Tell her the door will be unlocked as soon as we hit the condo. Tell her we can’t wait.”

  Po’Boy’s lips slid sideways, and his grin grew into a broad smile. He dug out his phone and unlocked it, then held it up for Wrench to see the screen. Crissy was captured in midair-kiss, red lips pursed and blowing across her fingertips. “That, my friend, is what we are riding towards.” Phone back in his hand, he typed for a moment and then cut another look up at Wrench. “What we got, three hours?” Wrench nodded, gathering and crumpling the trash left behind from their meal. A chime—and by now just the sound was enough to make Wrench’s cock twitch in anticipation. Po’Boy chuckled and said softly, “Oh, man. She’s ready.”

  Lifting his phone again, he showed Wrench the new picture of Crissy he’d received. Wrench could see the upper swells of her breasts pressed behind her arms which were folded across on the top of a chair. It looked as if she were in her bedroom. In the background, he could see a closet door with a full-length mirror. In the mirror, her legs, ass, and back were bare, and he traced the curves of her naked body with his gaze. “Jesus,” he muttered as he pushed up from the bench. “Two hours, max. Let’s ride.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Po’Boy

  Po’Boy trailed Wrench into the complex, following behind and just to the side as they rode through the curving streets to the back units where Wrench and Crissy lived. Mentally he compared his apartment in Mandeville to this and curled his lip at the idea of bringing either Wrench or Crissy back to that place. His suite, sure, because it was just ritzy enough to make him proud, but his apartment? Fuck, no. He idled in the street, waiting for Wrench to back into a space, and then maneuvered his bike into the small parking spot next to him. Neither man spoke as they killed the engines and dismounted their bikes, the soft ticking sounds of metal cooling coming from their hot exhaust systems. They’d covered a lot of miles in a short period of time. Wrench unhooked the netting he used to hold his belongings to the second seat on his bike while Po’Boy retrieved his own bag. Still wordless, they walked towards Wrench’s front door and were inside within moments. Po’Boy made a point to verify the door was unlocked, and then stood looking around the condo, taking everything in.

  A big couch in front of a wide TV. A dark wooden table at one end held remotes and an open book, turned facedown. Without asking permission, he stalked across the room and yanked open the refrigerator door, scanning the contents until he found bottles of water. Grabbing one for himself, he retrieved another bottle and grunted to ensure Wrench’s attention, tossing it towards him. Prowling through the rooms, he located a small half-bath next to a closet, and then the door to the master bedroom. There was a king-size bed centered in the space, and across the room, a door was open to the master bath where he saw the edge of what had to be a huge bathtub. Making a guess as to which side Wrench slept on, he pulled open the drawer of the nightstand and grinned at the contents. Lube and condoms, and what looked to be a vibrating dildo still in the retail packaging. A sound caught his attention, and he looked to see Wrench standing in the doorway, glaring at him. “Just acclimating myself.” He picked up a condom and tossed it to the top of the nightstand. “I’m like a fuckin’ scout, man. Always wantin’ to be prepared.”

  Wrench didn’t say anything, but his eyes were blazing with anger or frustrated passion, Po’Boy wasn’t sure which. Gaze locked on Wrench, he stared, watching as the man’s jaw ground side to side, lip curling. Po’Boy dropped his chin and eyed Wrench from underneath his brows. “We’re both wantin’ the same thing, Ty.” Using that name was intentional, he wanted to give Wrench space to separate this from the biker life they lived. “Ain’t nothing wrong with takin’ what we want. Not hurtin’ anyone. Surely not hurtin’ Crissy, and I’ll be damned if I hurt you.”

  Wrench’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and then he nodded and gave verbal indication he was still on board. “Lewis. What if we want different things?”

  Po’Boy huffed out a soft laugh and shook his head. “I’m pretty sure we absolutely want the same thing, Ty. I want you in bed with Crissy. I’m not confused about what I want.” Aware his palms were smoothing down his thighs, he stopped and propped a hand on each hip. “Outside of this condo, I’ll deny everything. But inside? Anything goes.”

  “Anything?” Wrench’s voice was a deep, growling rumble Po’Boy felt as much as heard, the vibrations setting up a resonance inside him.

  Without moving anything but his lips, he answered firmly. “Anything.” By the time he heard the front door open and Crissy’s careful “hello,” he was already more than half hard. “Moment of truth, Ty. This what you want, too?”

  Without waiting for a response, he pushed past the larger man and into the living room of the apartment, long strides taking him across the space to where Crissy stood in front of the closed door. He didn’t give her a chance to retreat or demur, stalking up to her without a word and gripping an arm in each hand. He turned and pulled her towards him, putting them at an angle to Wrench, ensuring he had a good view of everything that was about to happen.

  Po’Boy bent his head and covered her mouth with his, needing the physical connection in a bone-deep way. As she had the last time he’d kissed her, she melted into him, meeting every advance with her own, their tongues sliding and dancing as he drew the breath from her mouth. Her shoulders hitched, and he pulled back to allow a sliver of room between them, but she clung to him, fingers wrapped in the shirt underneath his cut, breathing hard. “Hey, baby.” Leaning close again, he kissed her softly, nibbling on her bottom lip, feeling the velvet touch of her tongue across his mouth. “I missed you.”

  “I missed you, too.” Her voice was quiet, but vibrating with need. It was no wonder she sounded like that, if their text exchanges had kept her as on edge as he had been. Already his cock strained at the front of his jeans, climbing his hip in small movements, arching towards her.

  Hand to her back, he held her tight, the giving touch of her breasts against his chest making him groan silently. He stepped back and slipped his hand down her arm, tracing along delicate veins underneath her skin to her wrist, winding his fing
ers between hers. With a tug, he pulled her along behind him as he strode towards where Wrench stood, the expression on his face uncertain. Po’Boy got close, as he’d done with Crissy, nearly chest to chest with Wrench and reached up with his free hand, cupping the angle of Wrench’s jaw. Rough scruff scraped at his fingers and palm, and he traced the curve of Wrench’s mouth with the pad of his thumb. Without making a sound, he pushed the tip of his thumb between Wrench’s lips, his own mouth falling open when Wrench willingly took it deep, rolling it with his tongue.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Po’Boy muttered, leaning in slowly, giving Wrench every chance to pull back. No longer hesitant, eyes open, his fierce stare dared Po’Boy to deliver on what he’d started. Wrench let Po’Boy press their lips together around his thumb, the erotic feel of Wrench’s mouth everything he’d wanted. It was all Po’Boy could do to strangle a groan, and he pulled his hand out of the way. Wrench must have heard or felt it because in the next instant his tongue thrust into Po’Boy’s mouth and his taste flooded Po’Boy’s senses. Raw and ardent, the sense of possession was immediate and overwhelming and need raced up his spine. He tugged Crissy closer, and felt her hand light on his arm, stroking up and down in a way he knew telegraphed a growing arousal driven by what she was seeing. By them. Fisting Wrench’s hair roughly, he pulled the man’s head backwards, breaking their kiss and saw hooded eyes dark with lust, pupils dilated.

  “Crissy thinks you’re hot, too,” Po’Boy whispered, his lips brushing across Wrench’s as he spoke. “Show her how hot you can be.” He used his grip to angle Wrench’s head down and arched backwards to better watch when the man wrapped his arms around Crissy, more confident since he was back in familiar territory as he crushed her against him. It’s a start, Po’Boy thought, watching their tongues dance delicately.

  ***

  Crissy

  After Lewis had thoroughly claimed her with his hands and mouth, and then led her on weak knees across the room, she’d stood there dazed while she watched him and Ty, trying to ignore the buzzing arousal pulsing in her core. Intense and heavy, the feeling coiled and grew until she was tingling, wanton.

  Seeing the two men kiss had been the single hottest thing she’d ever experienced, driving her need to a throbbing demand.

  Their muscular jaws clenched and flexed as their mouths worked together. Lewis’ knuckles were white with the tight grip he had in Ty’s hair, and she drank in the sight of how he dominated the embrace for the first few seconds. Then it seemed as if Ty had become unleashed, pent-up desire taking over as the men kissed hard. There was nothing soft about the moment, pure masculinity in play. Lewis’ fingers had gripped hers tightly, his hold nearly painful as he gave way to Ty’s mastery.

  Then, just that fast, the dynamic had shifted again, Ty’s hair held in an unbreakable grip as Lewis brought the attention of both men back to her. Lewis handed her off to Ty without releasing his hold on her hand, and Crissy was glad he knew she needed a grounding touch. Ty kissed her hard, without finesse, teeth clashing and tongue lashing along her lips. So different from Lewis’ kiss. It was like and yet unlike the one other kiss she had shared with Ty, and she got the sense he was holding back.

  She leaned into Ty, feeling him take her weight, his arms around her solid and secure. His tongue delved into her mouth, tangling with her own and she moaned as the intensity of the kiss surged and swelled, then broke abruptly. Lips brushed her ear and her eyes jerked open in response, gaze meeting Ty’s as Lewis’ teeth nipped sharply at her skin.

  “Couch, or bed?” Lewis whispered the question and at the sound of his voice, Ty’s eyes closed.

  Hands stroked her shoulders while Lewis’ fingers slowly released her hand, his touch trailing up her arm until he encountered her breast, cupping and plumping it. Ty’s mouth left hers, and he nuzzled down her throat slowly. She felt his breath against her skin when he spoke, the puffs of air rolling across sweat-damp skin causing a fresh wave of goose bumps to form. “Bed. I want y’all in my bed.”

  Heat surrounded her and Ty rubbed his cheek against hers, stroking like a cat. Lewis fit himself against her back, his mouth to her ear. “Can you walk, honey?” She made a confused noise, and Ty’s laughing response was almost soundless. Without giving her a chance to respond, Ty shifted and cupped her butt with his hands, lifting her off the floor. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist but then gasped when, behind her, Lewis pushed close enough for her to feel his rigid erection against her ass. Sandwiched between the two men, she angled her head sideways in response to a nudge from Ty, and Lewis’ mouth covered hers. Ty’s breath caressed her face, and his tiny kisses trailed along her jaw, nearing her and Lewis’ mouths with each motion. Crissy’s fingers twisted in Ty’s shirt, holding tight. She let her head fall back on Lewis’ shoulder, gasping again when two different sets of lips touched hers.

  She angled her head slowly from side to side, allowing each man time to take over the kiss, waiting for Ty and Lewis to possess her mouth in turn. Each transition painted a clearer image in her mind of the men and how different they were from the other. Panting, Ty was the first to break the caress, and she watched as he pressed his forehead against Lewis’. “Bed.” Voice shaking, the single word was all Lewis needed. He moved, and Crissy missed the heat and pressure from his hard chest. She must have made a sound because Ty’s mouth was at her ear instantly, his voice low and comforting, “Shhhh. Nearly there.”

  Beside the bed, Ty let her slide down his body until her feet were back on the floor, and then she was swept away with the sensation of hands and fingers and lips. Undressing her down to her skin, the two men led her to the bed, stretching out beside her. They took their time, Lewis rediscovering all the places he’d enjoyed before, teaching Ty every secret until they worked in tandem, seeming to read each other’s mind, bringing her to the edge again and again without letting her fall over. Breathing hard, Crissy was on her back, elbows bent, a palm flattened against each man’s chest. The heat rolling off the men on either side of her brought a sheen of sweat to her body, making every connection between them slippery, giving her the feeling they were on the verge of losing control.

  Ty ghosted his lips across hers again and again, the barely-there touches driving her mad with need. “Ty,” she whispered, “please. More. Let me come.”

  Lewis’ mouth was on her breast, sucking hard and drawing deep. Fingers pinched her other nipple sharply, pain flaring as he tugged the hardened nub and then stroked slowly, soothing it away with a gentle caress. A rough hand slid up the inside of her thigh and a demanding pressure pulled at the back of her knee until she acquiesced, bending her leg, draping her calf over Ty’s hip. Opened to his touch, she called out on a whimper, “Lewis,” hips pumping up as his palm settled on her pussy. Heat from his hand baked into her, frustratingly gentle fingers tracing either side of her opening. “Please.” He stroked and played, pulling a gasp from her as he dipped a fingertip inside, painting her labia with evidence of her desire, creating a slippery surface for each teasing glide.

  Lewis nuzzled her breast, sucking deep again and again before releasing her nipple with a pop. The change in pressure made her hips lunge against his hand, and he chuckled. She lost his hand on her pussy, felt the scrape of his forearm between her thighs and rocked her hips again, seeking a return of what she needed. “So fuckin’ responsive. Goddamn love that. One touch and you’re gone. Makes me feel like a fuckin’ king.”

  Ty groaned, a note of surprise sounding in his deep voice and she tipped her head to look down along their bodies, seeing Lewis’ hand rolling a condom down Ty’s cock. The muscles in Lewis’ arm tensed as he stroked and pulled, and Ty shifted down in the bed in response, his hips fitting against hers at an effortless angle. Lewis’ arm moved again, and Ty rocked against her, the tip of his cock slipping through her wetness and up over her clit where the pressure made her groan, every sensation intensifying as her eyes slipped closed.

  “I want you.” Ty’s words were qui
et, but the strain in his voice was matched by the one in every muscle in his body. “Wanted you since I saw you, baby. Fucking gorgeous.” She glided her hand up and down his arm, over his shoulder, and behind his neck, blindly pulling him down for a deep, wet kiss, breaking apart only to hear him gasp her name again.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m gonna watch you, Ty,” Lewis gritted out the words, and Crissy opened her eyes to see him staring down to where his hand still cupped and stroked Ty’s cock. “Gonna watch you fuck her. Our Crissy. She’s gonna take every fuckin’ inch, man. Aren’t you, Crissy?”

  “Yes,” she panted against Ty’s lips, pleading again, “Please.”

  Ty shifted, slowly pressing into her on a smooth glide, filling her. Welcome pain blazed through her while she took him in. He kissed her hard as he seated himself deep, tongue stroking along hers. He pulled his cock out until only the head stayed inside her, plunging forward hard, jolting her body against Lewis’ as he filled her. Again, he drew back slowly before pumping deep and fast, his thick cock stretching her with a delicious burn. His mouth hovered over hers, his harsh breaths sharing space with her quick pants. Her scalp stung as a hand fisted in her hair and she turned her head when it tugged, Lewis possessing her mouth as powerfully as Ty was possessing her body. Heat touched her belly, prodding insistently and she reached down, encountering Lewis’ cock, cupping it in her palm. He was leaking, the head streaked with fluid and she slicked her fingers through it, stroking his length.

  He groaned into her mouth, back arching and bowing as he took over and fucked her fist when she lost the rhythm. Ty had wrapped an arm around her hips, pulling her down hard while he pistoned into her, slapping sounds of each collision of their bodies echoing around the room. It was on her in an instant, the build from before crashing around her, and every muscle in her body stiffened, pleasure rolling through her. She was aware when Ty came with a breathless shout, burying his face against her neck while his cock deep inside her jerked and pulsed as he filled the condom, drawing a final shudder from her.