“Where’d you get her from?” Sonny asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Don’t matter where I got her from.” He released a low moan as he rubbed his large hand up my thigh. “All that matters is that she's here for us to use.”

  “No shit?” Sonny said with a smile. “All of us?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. I wanted each one of them inside me.

  “She doesn’t look like she can handle much.” J brushed back my hair and gripped my neck. “But I’ll make sure she takes what she can.”

  “Bear!” Sonny called out, peering around the clubhouse basement.

  “Yeah?” asked a deep voice from around a corner. As he entered the room, I expected a big man like J, but Bear was a short, muscular bald man.

  “She’s going to let us all have a turn with her,” Sonny said with a smirk.

  Bear rubbed his hands together. “Is that so?”

  “Why do they call you Bear?” I asked.

  Bear laughed. “Because I can’t grow hair for shit. My face is as smooth as a woman’s ass.” It was true.

  Sonny and Bear both had such young faces. Even with the beard covering Sonny’s chin, they both looked much sweeter and less hardened than J. But looks could be deceiving, and I knew they wouldn’t be sweet or gentle lovers.

  Bear turned back toward the room he’d come from and shouted for someone else. “Shotgun!”

  Another man came from the other room, twisting his mustache between his fingers as he walked closer. He was slightly older and wore a bandana around his neck. “What’s up?”

  “We’re going to have quite the time tonight, brother.” Sonny gestured toward me. Heat painted my cheeks.

  Shotgun brushed his hand through his short blond hair.

  “Why do they call you shotgun? Is it because you're afraid of guns?” I asked with a playful smile.

  Shotgun was much more serious as he shook his head and retrieved his shotgun from the other room. I tensed at the sight of it. He pulled shells from the side saddle and loaded the gun.

  “It’s a Holland & Holland custom with an engraved receiver.” He stroked it with a loving hand. “My baby.” His muscular arms flexed as he handled his weapon and erotically rubbed the cool metal with a big, strong hand. Shotgun, much like J, was grungy and big bodied, intimidating as the cords of his muscles flexed with something he wanted within his grasp. Me and that gun.

  “When are we doing this?” Sonny asked, rubbing his hand up my other thigh.

  “Not till I’m done with her,” J quipped. He gripped my ass before pushing me off his lap and dropping me onto the couch. With a big stretch and a cocky grin, he stood and reached for the chain attached to his belt loop. His jeans splayed open as he unfastened the belt, and he tugged his boxers down, placing his cock in front of my face. “Come on, angel, you know what I want you to do.” He reached out and grabbed my chin, running a rough thumb across my lips.

  “Right here? In front of everyone?” My jaw went slack.

  “What did you think? We all want to see or feel that pretty mouth of yours.”

  “Don’t forget that sweet pussy,” Sonny said with a focused stare as he leaned over and reached up my skirt.

  “Get up,” J said, more commanding that time.

  I stood and he took my spot on the couch, leaning back and stroking his cock as his eyes trailed over me. I dropped to my knees on the cold tile floor, and he shook his cock in my face. Sensing my hesitation, he fisted my hair and pushed me down until I took him into my mouth. He smelled of body wash and a musk that wasn't unpleasant. I took his full length in my mouth, running my tongue up and down as my hand gripped the base of his cock and stroked. He let out a gruff groan as I sucked him off.

  Someone lifted my skirt until the leather got stuck on the cuffs of my ass. I tried to pull away to look back, but J held my head in his lap, gripping my hair and forcing me down. Rough hands grabbed at my ass and smacked it, but I couldn’t tell who it was.

  “You are soaked,” said the voice behind me. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, leaving them at my thighs. Fingers prodded at me, spreading me. “Bear, look at this pussy.”

  It’s Sonny. I could tell by the way he said the word. He rubbed me before pushing his fingers inside. I heard the rattle of his belt buckle as it came undone, and my heart raced. Was this really happening?

  Sonny put his hands on my waist, wiping my wetness back onto me. He squeezed my hips and surged inside me, thrusting me against his father’s lap. His hips smacked against me. His hands roved over my ass and slapped it so hard that I had to pull J’s cock out of my mouth to keep from accidentally biting him.

  J grabbed my chin and lifted it until I looked him in the eye. “You like when Sonny fucks you, angel?” He groaned as he looked over at his son, still pounding into me. “My old lady would kill me if I fucked you,” he said with a devilish smile, “but it won’t stop me from coming down your throat.”

  He pushed my head down and thrust his hips upward, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. I stifled a gag and pulled away to moan as Sonny sped up his thrusts. J shoved himself back into my mouth. With heavy breaths pouring from my nose, I tried not to moan as Sonny pounded his hips against me.

  J used my hair to guide my head, and he quickened his motions as his hips met my mouth. With a groan and a final deep thrust of his hips, he came without warning. I gagged from the unexpected warmth hitting the back of my throat and pulled away, wiping my mouth.

  J stroked my hair. “Thanks, angel,” he said as he got up, leaving me gripping the now vacant couch cushion as his son continued to fuck me from behind.

  Sonny ran a hand up my shirt and squeezed the flesh of my chest as he pulled me against him. “Why are you still wearing a fucking shirt?” He growled against my ear and supported my upper body as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His fingers rubbed along the bare skin of my back. “I wanna be the last one inside her,” he said as he pulled out and sat in front of me. “Taste yourself.”

  He grabbed himself and held it in front of my lips. He was much bigger than J, and slick with my wetness. With long, drawn-out motions, he stroked himself in front of my lips. It made my mouth water, and I stifled the desire with his dick, tasting my sweetness.

  He groaned and dropped his head back. “I don’t know what feels better, your mouth or your cunt.”

  “Who’s taking her for a ride next?” came a voice from somewhere beside me.

  “She’s all yours, Bear,” Sonny said with a groan. He pulled me away by my hair and touched my lips with his fingers. “Well, this is mine.”

  Bear unfastened his belt, and the metallic clang sent a shiver of excitement through me. His hands raced over me before smacking my ass and gripping it after the final slap. A moan escaped my lips as Bear thrust into me from behind. He grunted and fucked me with slow and rhythmic movements, as if making sure he could feel every inch of me. His thick cock made me moan again, but Sonny shoved himself into my mouth, effectively silencing me. Bear continued pumping inside me until I felt a tightening in my gut. Heat enveloped my body, and my thighs quivered. It was ecstasy to have Bear behind me and Sonny in my mouth.

  I pulled Sonny away from my lips with a groan. I had to. With my hand wrapped around his cock, I dropped my head between his legs and stroked him with wet fingers.

  “Keep at it, Bear. You’re gonna make her come,” Sonny said through a growl. “Come for me,” Sonny commanded, gripping my hair in his fist. “Come so I can take that sweet mouth again.”

  His words made me tremble and pushed me over the edge. I came hard and bit my lip to stifle the screams that teased my tongue. I sat back against Bear, pushing him deeper as I spasmed.

  “Fuck,” I whimpered.

  “You like that?” Sonny asked as he fisted my hair. I nodded my head and looked up with pleading eyes. Noticing Bear’s quickening thrusts, he furrowed his brow. “Don’t you come in her, Bear.”

  “But . . .” Bear groaned and I flashed my eyes back at him.

  “Come on her ass, on her face, down her throat, I don’t care. Just not inside her pussy.” Sonny’s voice was firm with a hint of irritation. I looked up at him, longing to feel him inside me again, however he wanted it.

  Bear pulled out and stroked himself against my ass. He finished and used my shirt to clean the warm come from my skin.

  “Shotgun, make it fast. I can’t wait much longer for her,” Sonny said with a devilish smile that rivaled his father’s as he zipped up his jeans and sat on the far end of the long couch. He picked up the beer bottle I left on the floor, popped it open, and took a drink.

  Shotgun came up beside me, blocking my view of Sonny. He twirled his mustache before grabbing me by the arm and lifting me to my feet. He lay back on the couch with one leg bent and still firm on the floor, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. I stepped out of my panties and let them fall to the ground. He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap, and I whimpered as I lowered myself onto him. His length pushed into me until it hurt, and his deep thrusts made my gut ache. His hands groped my chest, and he tugged at my nipples. He moved his hips and forced his dick even further.

  “You are a fine piece of ass, aren’t you?” Shotgun groaned as he held my hips and sped up my movements, thrusting harder to meet me in the middle. His hands reached around and grabbed my ass, squeezing it as he pushed his hips into me.

  I felt a hand on the small of my back, and it pushed me forward until my breasts pressed against Shotgun’s chest. I gasped, wrapped my arms around his neck, and rode him, grinding my hips and rocking against him.

  “God,” Sonny growled behind me. “Seeing you ass up like that makes me want to use you.” He got up, and his steps toward me made me shiver.

  The cool froth of beer landed on my ass as he poured the last bit of his drink on me. He rubbed his finger against me before pushing it inside. I gasped, tightening around Shotgun’s cock and making him groan. Sonny spit behind me and before I could tell him no, he pushed the neck of the bottle into my ass. My body tensed at the intrusive feeling of the cold, smooth glass, and I bit back the moment of discomfort as I stretched around it. He groaned and worked the bottle in and out of me as Shotgun continued to thrust beneath me. I felt full, but I wished it was Sonny’s cock instead of a bottle.

  Sonny spit again and began to rub his cock with slow and sensual strokes, and the way his hand wrapped around himself made me hungry for him. “You’ll take anything we can give you, huh?” he asked as he pushed the neck of the bottle inside me with his crotch. He fisted my hair as if he were fucking me with his cock instead of glass. The smell of beer wafted up to me.

  “You could use your cock,” I whispered. I'd rather feel the familiarity of that than the bottle.

  He smirked. “Oh no, I’m saving that because I’m going to fuck your tight cunt again. You’ll wait for it like a good whore.” His words made me twitch between my legs.

  “I wanna come on your pretty face,” Shotgun moaned.

  Sonny pulled the bottle out of me and set it on the table. He helped me to my feet, tugging me off Shotgun’s lap and pushing me to my knees by my shoulders. He drew the hair from my face and craned my neck, forcing me to look up at Shotgun as he stood. Shotgun held the base of himself to keep from coming before my mouth opened for him. My lips parted with eager anticipation, and he painted my tongue with his come, finishing with a final flick onto my cheeks. I licked my lips, tasting the salty remnants of pleasure as I looked up at Sonny.

  “Wipe that shit off your face,” he said with a rough voice as he released his grasp on my hair. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and cleaned my face as he commanded. He lifted me to my feet and grabbed my arm, dragging me toward the pool table. He picked me up and set me on the rail, and I held myself up with my hands as I leaned back and spread my legs. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” he said as he tugged me closer to the edge and let his warm cock rest against my pussy.

  Sonny wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, dragged himself against me as he drew his hips back, and pushed himself inside me once more. He leaned over me, his breath hot in my face as he gripped the back of my head and started slamming into me. The pool table creaked with every thrust.

  “Open wider for me,” he growled.

  I was open as wide as I could get for him, but he spread my legs further and moved his hand to the front of my neck with a rough grip. His other hand slid behind me and squeezed my ass, pulling me against him. I felt his touch everywhere. It was too much, bringing me close to the edge all over again. My pussy was stretched and used and so sore, yet I still wanted more of Sonny.

  “I’m going to fill you up,” his groan was gravelly and thick as he pulled my hips against his, giving me no choice but to take his come. His thrusts slowed and he kissed me, releasing a satiated moan against my mouth. “Such a perfect whore,” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, his cock still throbbing inside me.

  My fingers slowed, my heartbeat calmed, and I dropped the book in my lap. I came so many times I lost count. I rubbed my hands over my breasts, enjoying the feel of my sensitive flesh. The front door slammed, making me jump, and the book fell to the floor with an ominous thud. I rushed out of bed, snatched my pants from the floor, and pulled them on. The door cracked open. Michael stood there with his tie undone and bags under his eyes. He looked tired.

  “What are you doing in here?” he asked, lifting his eyebrow as his head swiveled around to check the room.

  “Just getting dressed. I’ll be right out.”

  “Okay.” He looked at me like I was having an affair. I would never.

  Not in real life, at least.

  Chapter Four

  “This has been the longest week ever,” I said with a groan as I sat at the table. I lived for the weekends. To do absolutely nothing and not be around people. “Are you sure you have to work tomorrow?” I asked with a pout of my lips. I knew the answer.

  He slid a heaping plate of ziti in front of me and cocked his head. “You know I do. You act like I want to be away from you on the weekends.”

  “I know. I know.” I looked at the clock behind him on the stove as I lifted my fork and stabbed at the sauce-covered pasta. I normally loved ziti, but my stomach was tense and I had no appetite for the meal he’d slaved over. I forced down as much as I could. “I’m going to go read in the bedroom for a little while, I think. Maybe it will ease my headache.”

  “That seems like it would do the opposite,” he said with furrowed brows.

  What I planned to do would definitely help with the headache. I brushed what was left of my uneaten food into the garbage and put my plate in the sink. Heading toward the back of the house, I passed the framed pictures decorating the hallway. Our wedding photo greeted me the moment I walked into the bedroom. It never failed to make me smile because of the expressions of pure contentment on our faces.

  I grabbed a book off the table, lay in the bed, and pulled the soft, warm comforter over me. I curled up on my side and let my head hit the pillow as I studied the book’s cover. It featured a man bathed in shadows. The light only illuminated his tough, handsome face beneath the hood of his open jacket. Tattoos crossed his bare chest. He looked menacing, but not in the same way the biker had. This image captured the essence of one-sided infatuation. Frustration. Jealousy. Possessiveness.

  I opened the book and started reading. The crisp new pages turned faster than any of the others I’d read so far. Consent didn’t matter in this world. It hardly existed.

  I rested my hand beneath the waistband of my pants, ready for what was to come.

  I got out of my car and walked the half block toward my house. No one peppered the sidewalks this late in the evening, not like the morning rush when children and parents preparing for school and people heading to their day jobs waited everywhere I turned. I hated walking in the dark, but I’d stayed too late at the office—yet again—which meant there were no parking spots on the road. Snow fell in thick flakes, sticking to everything around me. I shivered and stepped over the pile of snow covering the sidewalk as the night air blanketed me. My unfortunate heel found the hidden patch of ice on the other side, and I flailed my arms with a yelp. Just as I had accepted my fate and started to fall, strong arms wrapped around me.

  “Whoa there. It’s icy,” the man said with a sweet smile. Flakes of snow landed in his dark hair, and haunted lines surrounded his rich amber eyes.

  I blinked up at him, thankful he’d caught me but uneasy because I hadn’t noticed him before now. “I guess it is,” I said with a flush of heat rising into my cheeks despite the bitter temperature.

  He steadied me, his grasp clinging to my hips a moment too long. His rough hand hovered over mine. “Don’t you live in the blue house? The one with the big—”

  “The magnolia tree. That’s the only way people know my house. Forget all the money I spent on the rest of the landscaping.”

  “Yeah, the magnolia tree. You best be getting yourself inside.” With a wave of his hand, he gestured toward my home. “I’m glad I finally got to meet you, neighbor.” He smiled again, put his hood up, and walked the other way until the thick snowfall obscured him from view.

  When I reached my house, my fingers were too numb to open the door at first. I fumbled with the ring of keys until I finally unlocked it and slipped inside, shivering as the heat embraced me. The snow began to melt on my jacket as I shrugged it off, and I brushed my hand through my hair before hanging up my scarf. The walls creaked from the cold. Evenings in the winter always seemed to be darker and gloomier, as if heavy with desolation, but it was always extra eerie on those late nights.

 

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