They all laid next to each other, with her in the middle. The bed was barely big enough for the three of them, but somehow, it just made it that much more intimate.
“I hope no one heard me,” she signed. “I never use my voice.”
Gabby took her hand and squeezed it.
Boone leaned up on an elbow and looked down at her. “Are you on birth control?”
She nodded. She used it to regulate her periods, but she didn’t offer that information.
“I want us to get tested,” he said. She read his lips and a little thrill shot through her. “The next time we’re all together, I want to feel that tight little pussy bare against my cock. Is that all right with you?”
She made the universal sign of okay. She might even wear a butt plug so she could really live out her fantasies.
Chapter Five
The next few weeks were completely overwhelming, and Kaiya didn’t get a chance to be alone with Boone and Gabby again. She found herself immersed in the biker world, dealing with club money as well as working with Romeo over a budget, as funny as that sounded. But members had to be paid, bribes had to be sent, dues had to be collected, not to mention dealing with the insurance agency over the lost bar. She had to set up a whole new system. And because Cipher had screwed them over, she wanted Romeo to know every step she took. Gabby usually sat in on their meetings so he could translate because she simply couldn’t write everything down that needed explaining.
When she wasn’t working on the books, or the mystery of Cipher’s missing money, she worked with Chloe on the rehabilitation. The arduous therapy, which seemed easy to Kaiya but had her cousin struggling, brought them closer together. It gave them time to talk and reminisce, and move past the controlling shadow of their grandfather. It had been a long time since she’d last seen Chloe, and she was glad to see her so happy. The past finally seemed to be easing from Chloe’s shoulders so happiness could shine through her darkness.
Boone and Gabby usually came to see her in her office, bringing food or something to drink, but they hadn’t repeated what had happened in their room. The anticipation of having them both was a fantasy stuck on replay in her mind. Would they take her together? One at a time? The Kama Sutra might be an ancient Hindu text, but damned if she didn’t want to try some of those delicious positions. She should probably start stretching to be a little more limber.
The perfect opportunity came when Chloe suggested Kaiya go live in a member’s old house. Chloe seemed stagnated on the idea that the clubhouse was too rough and rowdy for her, and she only agreed to look at the house so Chloe wouldn’t be upset. One afternoon—technically during her lunch break although Romeo always told her to take however long she wanted—Kaiya stared at a brick, ranch-style house before her. The only drawback she could see to living here was not being close to Gabby and Boone all the time and she wasn’t sure if she liked the distance.
“You should be resting,” she signed to Chloe as they walked closer to the house. Upon further inspection, the yard was a bit overgrown and in desperate need of weed trimming.
“And you need to be out of the clubhouse,” her cousin said.
Kaiya read her lips and saw the mutinous expression on Chloe’s face. She knew that look. Once Chloe got her mind stuck on an idea, she rarely ever let it go.
Chloe put the key in the lock and turned the knob. The door swished open and the stale air inside the house rushed out to greet them. She scrunched her nose up when the stench of mothballs assaulted her. A decorator’s nightmare stared back at her, with bric-a-brac lining every surface inside. She couldn’t even tell what color the walls were painted because of all the stuff hanging on all conceivable areas. She sighed a bit dramatically. More cleaning. More organizing. It was almost enough to make her say ‘hell, no’ right then and there.
Chloe nudged her and pointed. A second later, the vibrations of four bike engines rumbled under her feet as Romeo, Dax, Gabby and Boone appeared. Kaiya’s gaze landed on the two men she considered hers, both looking so damn handsome it should be illegal. They wore half-helmets and sunglasses, tattoos peeking from under their black leathers. The power and command they had on their bikes made her clit throb with impatience. Her panties irritated her sensitive pussy lips.
“You are in a relationship with two men,” Kaiya said to her cousin in sign.
Chloe frowned. “Yeah. So?”
“Do you think Boone and Gabby are open to the same arrangement?”
“What?” Chloe asked sharply. “Why?”
“Because I want them.” She didn’t add that she’d already had them, in a way. One taste and she was hooked for however long this attraction would last.
Chloe blinked, for once at a loss for words. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, as she seemed to struggle to say something. “Uh, do you know what it means to be with two men, sweetie?”
Kaiya arched her eyebrows. “I’m not a virgin, although I think you think I am.”
Chloe opened her mouth to say something but at that moment, all the men angled closer, effectively shutting down whatever she’d been about to say. Romeo and Dax couldn’t read sign, but Boone was catching up fast. Chloe’s men swarmed around her, leaving Kaiya to face Gabby and Boone.
“We need to talk,” Gabby signed.
Kaiya gestured to the open house. “Want to talk in there?”
Boone nodded and turned to say something to the other group. Kaiya couldn’t see what was said, but Gabby took her hand and led her inside. Boone joined them and flipped on the light as he closed the door. Kaiya stepped dead in her tracks. The place was worse than she’d thought. Everything from taxidermy to collectable dolls had to be on display throughout the house. It was a hoarder’s wet dream. Anything that could hold an object had something collecting dust, and she sneezed. Jesus, she didn’t have allergies but knew a giant bowling ball of allergens rushed toward her ready to say hello.
“Holy shit,” Boone said. He pulled up the window blinds then opened the glass. Even though that helped stir the dust particles, it also managed to clear the air a little.
“This place is a mess,” Gabby signed.
“I would use a more descriptive adjective,” she replied. “Chaos. Mayhem. Or a fucking disaster. Take your pick.”
Gabby grinned.
The rest of the house wasn’t any better as the same decorating scheme continued through the whole place. She bit her lip as the dead, stuffed animals stared accusingly at her through glass eyes. The three of them ended up in the master bedroom and saw that someone had at least covered all the furniture with clear plastic.
Boone touched her shoulder, and she looked up at him.
“It’s not so bad,” he said.
She arched an eyebrow at him in disbelief. He shrugged and began pulling the tarps onto the floor, exposing the rich wood of the furnishings. The large bed didn’t have sheets but the thick mattress looked new.
“If I move here, I won’t see you both all that much,” she signed.
Gabby took her hand and they sat on the bed.
“Boone and I have talked,” he said. “We would come every night and visit with you. If you’d want us to.”
She had expected them to move in with her, but as she searched Gabby’s eyes, a darkness moved through those honey-colored orbs. He’d shut her out, and it hurt.
“Why have you not come to me?” she signed, looking back and forth between Gabby and Boone. “Was I only a one-night stand?”
“No,” Gabby said. “Privacy.”
She read the words and cocked her head, wanting them to explain. Boone tapped her shoulder and she looked at him.
“What we don’t want, Kaiya, is an audience,” Boone replied. “We want you to scream your head off without being self-conscious. So I suggested this house to Chloe for you to use.”
“For
us
to use,” Gabby stressed, gesturing between them.
It touched her heart that they thought of her discomposure. She remembered how to talk, remembered how to form words, but not being able to hear the words made her uncomfortable. They rumbled from her chest, discordant vibrations that had no other sound except to spill forth as unheard memories. Chloe had told her once, back when they were teenagers, that she sounded like a screeching baboon underwater and ever since then, she’d remained silent around people she didn’t know all that well. Her vocalization of the pleasure they’d given her had surprised her.
As she looked in their eyes, the predatory glint was back. Tingles ran up and down her arms. Her nipples pebbled and her pussy flooded, all from the sudden hunger than surged through her body. She hadn’t worn the butt plug she’d bought because she hadn’t known that they were going to christen the house immediately. Still, there was a lot they could do to one another.
“I got my test results,” she signed. “I’m clean.”
Gabby nodded. “So are we.”
“And we’ve not touched any of the sweet butts since we first met you,” Boone said.
That was all she needed to hear. She grabbed the front of Gabby’s cut and yanked him closer so she could fasten her mouth on his. Some might call her foolish for trusting them without seeing the proof, but in the month and a half since she’d been with the club, she had learned that both men were forthright and honest to a fault. Sure, they were big and dangerous, and she had no doubt they wouldn’t hesitate to use the nine mils fastened under their cuts. But they were also loyal and protective, and she’d been adopted into the club family.
She pulled back, took a deep breath and brought up her hands. “I have a confession.”
Gabby quirked an eyebrow.
“I have fantasies.” She waited until Gabby told Boone what she said.
Although Boone was getting better, probably from the YouTube videos on sign language he’d been watching, there were still some words he didn’t know.
“I have fantasies of sex being kinky and dirty, and I’m a bad, bad girl. I want you both to help me live them out.”
Gabby cupped her face and kissed her hard on the mouth, promising without words that she’d be pleasured in every way that she desired. When he pulled back, she looked at his lips.
“Baby, I can be as dirty as you want me to be.”
Happiness slammed through her. It was a relief that she’d found two men who didn’t mind letting her play out sexual scenes in a controlled environment. She rose from the bed and faced them. Then she undressed as both men watched with fire in their eyes and hard dicks swelling in the crotch of their jeans.
Since she knew the size of their dicks, they would fill her up nice and tight, squeezing into her cunt until they hit her womb. She’d never felt that, had only read that it could be painful, but she wanted that pain. She wanted every single delicious inch of them stuffed inside her, pounding out their orgasm until their spunk ran down her thighs. The thought alone was enough to make her pussy clench in anticipation.
Once her top hit the floor, she stood there for a long moment, letting them look at her. She had small breasts. When she cupped them, they filled her palms. Her areolas were large and a dusky rose color. She pinched the nipples until they were both fully erect. Her moistened undies were next. She quickly shimmied them over her hips, down her legs then stepped out of them.
She had shaved her pussy, leaving a neatly trimmed landing strip, and planned to find a waxing center soon for maintenance. Moving her leg to the side, she left herself open to their hot gazes. She licked one finger then slid it the length of her pussy, teasing the clit. An intense wave of pleasure rolled through her. With gentle circles, she played with herself. Not to orgasm but because her masturbation fantasy was playing out right then and there. Boone and Gabby were watching her, stroking their erections beneath the tight fit of their jeans.
She licked her lips and that spurred them to disrobe. They took off their shirts together and sat bare-chested. Big, hard muscles gleamed in the muted light and she bit her bottom lip in an effort not to moan out her appreciation. By this time, she was nice and wet, so she dipped a finger into her pussy, brought it out and licked the digit clean. She tasted slightly sweet, slightly musky. The tease was enough for the men to stand and strip the rest of the way.
Kaiya had seen their cocks before, but now it was daylight and the hard dicks looked even more magnificent. She salivated and fell to her knees, wanting to lick the pre-cum that leaked from the tips. Gabby sat on the bed and directed her attention to his dick, which she eagerly swallowed while Boone moved behind her. He pulled her hips back so she was bent more over Gabby’s lap, then he spread her legs apart, grabbed her ass cheeks and proceeded to lick her pussy from behind. She moaned around the thick cock in her mouth, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. The salty taste of Gabby’s pre-cum only drove her arousal higher.
Boone made eating pussy an art form. He licked, sucked and fucked her with his tongue. She squirmed, chasing the orgasm that lingered just under the surface. When he slid a finger into her needy channel and hooked his finger up, finding her G-spot, she came instantly. The intense pleasure took over her finer brainpower and she pulled off Gabby’s cock. Overcome with the sensations running through her, she cried out her release. Both men let her have the moment, until the climax crashed through her and she slumped. Gabby gathered her hair in one fist and guided her back to his cock. This time, Boone rose behind her and brushed the tip of his penis through her wet slit, sliding up and down. Kaiya arched her hips and, as if he read her mind, he filled her with one thrust.
She gasped around the rod in her mouth. Boone was so large and she was so small that for a brief second, pain filled her as her body adjusted instantly to the tool invading her. He held still, which she appreciated, and when she couldn’t stand the pressure anymore, wiggled to get him moving. He pulled out only to slam in again, doing this over and over until ecstasy spiraled through her. Each of his thrusts forced her to take Gabby deep in her throat and she reveled in the fantasy of being a vessel for their lust, being used and fucked like a slut. Gabby tapped her on the shoulder and she looked up at him.