She folded her arms over her chest. “That’s right. I
am
your old lady, although I do take exception to being called old. I’m only twenty-eight, you know.”
Dax settled his arms on her hips. She licked her lips and his gaze was instantly drawn to where she deliberately dipped her tongue out. It had been six weeks, a lifetime, and she was feeling perfectly fine. Tonight was the night she was going to have both her men. She’d been prepping her ass long enough.
But first, she had to make sure Kaiya was okay. She leaned up and kissed Dax on the lips before turning to face her cousin. What she wanted to say she didn’t want the other men to know, so she signed.
“Were you raped when you were abducted?”
Her cousin looked steadily at her, giving nothing away. Serene. Calm. They might be completely opposite in temperament, but Chloe loved her unconditionally. And if anyone hurt Kaiya, she would take the person apart, extremity by extremity.
“Go be with your men, Chloe,” Kaiya signed back. “I have my own.”
Then Kaiya linked an arm through Gabby’s and Boone’s and entered the house, dismissing her. Chloe had half a mind to chase her down and demand the truth, but Romeo laid a restraining hand on her arm.
“I don’t know what you two said, but she seems okay being with Boone and Gabby.”
“They’ll take care of her, sweetheart,” Dax added. “Come on. Let’s go for a ride.”
She let them lead her over to their bikes and she decided to ride with Romeo. They’d only been on a few short rides during the month and a half—nothing too strenuous, mainly going to the doctor for checkups—but she loved the freedom the bikes allowed. No doors, nothing to hinder the heat of the sun burning down. Romeo handed her the helmet he’d bought her not too long ago, and she strapped it on before slipping on a pair of sunglasses. Romeo got on his bike and she straddled behind him, hiking her feet up to a safe shelf. As they roared down the street, she snuggled up behind him, holding tightly.
There wasn’t much to Nebraska, she had to admit. Lots of sweeping plains with corn or some other crop growing, all swaying in one direction with the wind. The horizon went on for miles, green land and bright blue skies. Puffs of clouds hung like fluffy cotton balls. The peaceful picturesque view belied the violence that had happened not that long ago. This land was completely different from the grind of Los Angeles, but surprisingly she didn’t miss it at all.
They eventually made their way back to the compound. Romeo had implemented some changes. The ease with which the so-called Double Guns had broken through their defenses had initiated a type of overhaul. Each floodlight had its own backup generator, so if one went down, the others weren’t incapacitated. The house had several security measures in place, including bulletproof shielding that rolled down with a flick of a switch. The sense of stability had convinced the rest of the club to accept her money. Motorcycle clubs were notoriously paternalistic, not to mention full of testosterone-fueled pride. She’d eventually talked them into taking it as a loan, with Romeo’s promise to return the money as the club sold the drugs. Boone and Gabby were scheduled any day to leave for the Canadian border and meet up with Red Eye.
They’d even made strides in the public eye, donating fireworks for the Fourth of July celebration and mingling with folks. Romeo wanted their presence known and accepted, as they would be watching out for their town from now on. A positive presence, rather than an unwelcome blight. It was slow going, but it was a step in the right direction.
She was fully moved into the compound, and had paid to have the room next to theirs converted into an extention. If the three of them were going to be living together, then she insisted on some additional space. They had upgraded to a California king-sized bed to make it comfortable for them all to sleep. As soon as they walked into the room, she turned and beckoned both men with a finger.
“Something you want, Miss Matsumoto?” Dax asked teasingly.
“I’ve been wearing a butt plug long enough, so yes, there is something I want, Daxton Squire,” she replied sassily.
“Jesus, woman,” Romeo murmured. He cupped his erection straining against his jeans. “It’s been too long since I’ve been buried in that pussy. Stop teasing me.”
She pushed his hand aside and massaged his hard-on through the material. “It’s been too long because you wouldn’t touch me.”
“You were shot in the lung,” Dax reminded her. “Not exactly conducive to a marathon sexcapade.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” She snagged a loop on Dax’s waist and pulled him close until both men sandwiched her. She glanced back and forth between him and Romeo speculatively. “Which one wants my pussy and which one wants my ass?”
“Shit, woman, you can’t say stuff like that or I’m going to come in my jeans,” Romeo muttered.
She stood on tiptoe and licked his lips. “Get undressed. Now.”
They obeyed, although she had a suspicious feeling that they would be dealing out their own brand of retribution for her ordering them about. It made her pussy even wetter to think about them punishing her for her impertinence.
When they were naked, they walked around her still-clothed body, studying her. She had to admit it was hot, having them look her over, judge her in a purely sexual manner. Her breath came in jerky little spurts and her heart thundered with the sweetest anticipation. Waiting. What were they going to say to her?
“Unbutton your shirt.”
Romeo’s order had her hand shaking as she hurried to comply, fumbling as she pushed the small buttons through the holes. They didn’t touch her, but they didn’t need to. God, her pussy was dripping, so she clenched her thighs together to alleviate some of the ache.
“Legs apart, Chloe,” Dax said, slapping her ass. “You will not get yourself off, do you hear me? It will only be Rome or myself making you come. Understand?”
She nodded, biting her lip to hold back the moan.
“Now take off your shirt,” he instructed. “And your bra.”
She slid her arms out and let the shirt fall somewhere behind her. Dax just watched as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of the bra. It came free, proudly displaying her small breasts. Really, she didn’t need to wear one, but she liked the sense of security a bra offered. But it seemed like Dax and Romeo didn’t mind that she wasn’t more endowed because their focus centered like laser points on her breasts. Her nipples beaded, aching buds that desperately wanted to be sucked.
“Very nice,” Dax said approvingly. Then he bent his head to kiss first one breast then the other.
Chloe couldn’t help thrusting out her chest, and he obliged, closing his teeth to nip then suck until her nipples were slick with his saliva.
“You like that, don’t you?” Romeo asked, his breath fanning into her ear as he nibbled the lobe. “You like having Dax milk your little titties?”
She could only nod since Romeo had decided to divest her of her pants. He reached around her slim waist and unbuttoned her jeans. Then he slid his hands under the material and pushed down, ridding her hips of the material until the jeans pooled at her ankles. He’d snagged her panties along the way then helped her remove all of the clothing from her body. She was now naked in front of them, panting. Wanting. God, how she wanted.
“Get on all fours,” he ordered.
Dax stopped his assault on her breasts and stepped back. She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her frantically beating heart, and wiggled her ass as she got on the bed as he’d asked, on hands and knees.
A hand gripped her thigh, and the rough callus on the palm brought all her nerve endings to attention. It glided up over her ass cheek, and a body settled behind her—Romeo.
“Spread your legs.”
Once again, she did as he’d commanded and spread them as far as possible. The position opened her sex for his viewing pleasure, made her vulnerable, and it was the only time she willingly turned over complete control to someone else. Not even with Nathan had she given that up.
The bed in front of her dipped, and a long, thick cock appeared in her line of vision. Dax speared his fingers through her hair and brought her mouth toward him, telling without words what he wanted. Chloe leaned forward and kissed the tip, letting her tongue slid through the hole to catch the pre-cum dripping from it. Dax was salty, bitter, but addictive. She encircled her lips around the head and he let out an appreciative groan.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart,” Dax said. “Suck my fucking cock. Take it deep.”
As he held her by the hair, he withdrew, his dick glistening wet with her saliva. Chloe loved the dirty talk, loved how the words made her feel naughty. Dax returned her mouth to his dick, guiding her. He pumped in and out in a steady rhythm as she passively let him use her lips for his own pleasure. She didn’t mind. It was a heady feeling knowing that she was a vessel that he enjoyed. A toy. He held her head with both hands as he fucked her face.
But it wasn’t just her face that was being played with. Behind her, Romeo twisted the butt plug then pulled it free of her ass. She’d gotten used to the feeling of being full and the loss had her moaning.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Romeo exclaimed, rubbing his fingers against the folds of her pussy. He didn’t penetrate, so she wiggled her hips, hoping he’d get the hint to sink inside her, but all he gave her was a smack on a butt cheek. Fire licked through her and she wiggled again, hoping for more. He didn’t disappoint.
“Oh, you like a little spanking, do you?” Romeo asked.
He smacked her ass again, this time moving to the opposite cheek. Four more times he spanked, and each time her pussy dripped a little more until she was writhing in need.
“Careful, sweetheart,” Dax said and eased out of her mouth. A string of saliva connected them from her mouth to his tip. It dangled for a moment then broke. “You were working her up so much her teeth were coming out.”
Romeo stopped the smacks and he swiped one finger along her cunt lips again. This time, however, he pushed farther and stroked her slit. Chloe knew she was completely drenched—and hot—and she desperately needed something more than a finger.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” Romeo murmured.
“Fill me up.”
She squirmed her hips, then his finger was gone. The bed dipped a little, then his tongue pushed into her pussy to tease her opening. While Romeo tasted and teased her, Dax kissed her neck. Then he scooted until he slid under her and kissed in a straight line down her to her tits. He licked her areolae and made tiny wet circles, eventually nibbling on her nipples until they were aching points that had her clit pulsing.
When Romeo gently clamped down on her swollen clit, it was too much and she shattered with a little scream. Wave after wave of pleasure burned through her body until she was left weak and trembling.
“Oh, yeah,” Romeo said as he withdrew his mouth.
Chloe still panted from her climax and tried desperately to regain some of her senses. “She’s ready for us.”
Dax abruptly pulled away from her breasts and left her. Without his body to support her, she almost collapsed. But before she fully realized what was happening, he had settled beside her and captured her around the waist to draw her legs over his hips. She stared down into his handsome face.
“You know what me and Romeo did while you were recuperating?” he asked.
She blinked. He wanted to
talk
to her right now? She could barely wrap her brain around words so she shook her head.
“We got ourselves tested, made sure we were clean,” he answered.
Then he grabbed her hips and pushed her down while he surged up, and slid his cock into her without resistance. Her moan of blissful acceptance became lost as his mouth found hers and he kissed her.
He gripped her tightly as he fucked her hard and fast, working his cock deeper into her body. She tried to push back, to reciprocate, but his speed only allowed her to hang on and enjoy the ride.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he managed to say between grunts. “Holy fuck, I’m so deep inside you. So good. So fucking good.”
He surged once more and held her still. He didn’t come, and Chloe wondered why he wasn’t moving, until she felt hands pry apart her ass, and lube dribbled down the crack. A finger brushed over her back hole.
“I’m going to take your ass now, baby,” Romeo said. “I’m wearing a condom. It’s cleaner. But the next time I take your pussy, I’ll be able to feel all of you.”
His words had her squirming.
“Fuck me,” she panted. “Please. Fuck me now.”
“Slide out a little, Dax,” Romeo said.
Dax did as he’d asked.
Every nerve ending in her pussy throbbed with anticipation.
“Now, I’m going to fuck this tight ass, Chloe. You’ll belong to both of us. Our little pussy girl.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. Take me.”
More lube dribbled down, then he leaned over her. He held her ass open as the blunt tip of his cock touched her anus. Chloe pushed out as he breached the tight ring of muscle, helping him inside. It burned, but it wasn’t painful since she’d prepped her asshole, and the burn only drove her lust higher. He slid in just a little then pulled out, added more lube and pushed back in. With him in the back and Dax in the front, she was stuffed full. It was tight and just a little uncomfortable, so she mentally relaxed her muscles even more.
“That’s it, baby,” Romeo said. “God, I can feel you, Dax. Through her, I can feel you.”
“Holy shit, she’s tight,” Dax muttered.
“Pull out some more. Let me slide in, then, when I pull out, you go in.”
They worked in tandem, learning how to operate, and soon they were a well-oiled machine. As one slid in, the other pulled out, fucking her until she was nothing but a big ball of sensation.
“Oh, my fucking God!” Chloe managed to say, although how she was still capable of speech was beyond her.
“I see my dick sliding into your ass, and I feel Dax fucking your pussy,” Romeo said. “Jesus, that’s fucking hot.”
“Holy shit, Rome, her cunt is so tight,” Dax replied. “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”