I knocked back the rest of my tequila and set the glass on the beside table. I rolled in my bed, on to my stomach as I arched my back and moaned quietly into the pillow. My eyes squeezed shut as I bit my bottom lip against the gasps bubbling from my mouth. I writhed, tangled in the duvet with my feet twisting the blankets into binds around my ankles. My hands and fingers pressed and swirled beneath me in slow deliberate circles, pressing gently against the throbbing button within my folds and sending electric shivers through my core.
My mind flashed like fire between the two men from earlier. First, it was Jackson, his eyes flashing as he stripped his clothes off. I gasped loudly as I pushed two fingers into my slit, and I arched my ass up off the bed as I crammed face into the pillow, moaning my pleasure. My tousled hair splayed out around me and down my back as I writhed with the sensations, imagining it was the blond biker taking me hard from behind, his thick cock driving into me again and again.
Connor’s face filled my mind; his piercing eyes, and that gorgeous, roguish smile. I imagined him pulling me to his mouth, the rough bristle of his beard teasing my thighs as his wet tongue curled into my pussy, his hands spreading me wide. I pictured him pulling me down on his cock, pounding up into me as I cried out for him.
I pressed my curved hips back against my toying hands, feeling my pussy clench and my cream slide wetly down my fingers as I buried them in my folds. I was close, so damn close to that sweet edge. I moaned in delightful agony, crying my lust into my pillow, my fingers pushing inside me and the others on my clit drove me higher and higher.
And that’s when my thoughts went even dirtier - to a place I’d never let them go before. In that moment, I thought of both of them, at the same damn time.
God did it feel so dirty, and so wrong. But my body cried out as I imagined both hard, muscled, hot men taking me together. It wasn’t a fantasy I’d ever had, and not one I’d ever have imagined myself having in a million years. But there in that desert motel room, under that full moon with tequila on my lips and my fingers on my clit, I felt myself start to slide over the edge as I let the fantasy consume me.
My cries seized in my throat as I gasped my release, feeling my body surge and clench, feeling the heat from my lips bloom out to my whole body as my climax rocked through me. I imagined both of them, pounding me, fucking me, making me theirs, and the moans in my throat burbled to the surface. I screamed, muffling and growing it in the thick pillows on the bed as I writhed and shuddered.
Chapter 5
Connor
Fuck, this was a tough one.
I shook my head as I slugged down the last of my beer. “You don’t think those mob douchebags actually hired more than just us, do you?”
Jackson didn’t say anything, but I recognized that look on his face. It was that look that mirrored my own thoughts, however unspoken. It was the look that said “over my dead fucking body if they did.”
‘Cause that’s how it was going to be if there was anyone else after Abby besides us. We had our bikes parked across the road from the Full Moon Motel, leaning against them and sipping beers as we kept an eye on the place - specifically room five. Anyone else who was after her as gonna be in for a bad fuckin time if they tried anything tonight, I knew that. Because if they wanted to get to her, they were going to have to go through both of us.
And that shit wasn’t going to happen.
I’d felt the same damn thing Jackson had when she’s stepped out of that car and into our lives earlier. It was like the damned Earth stopped turning for a second - like time itself stopped. Shit, I’d known some women in my day, but one look at Abby and I knew everything else had been bullshit up until then. One look at her, and I felt a need for her - something fucking primal and something that wouldn’t be stopped.
Of course it was sexual, but it was bigger than that. It pulled something deep inside that I’d forgotten about. She made me think of family - something I’d forced myself to forget about since my old man had gotten ripped and driven him and my mom off a fuckin’ cliff. Yeah, I had Jackson, who was basically my brother and the only family I needed, but this girl brought out more than that.
And yeah, it was sexual too. Fuck yeah was it sexual. Abby got my cock harder than Goddamn steel. I’d known some babes in my day, but they were fuckin trash compared to this girl. Curves in all the right places, tits that made my mouth water, and ass I was dying to get a piece of. I wanted to bury my dick to the hilt inside her, nail her to the fuckin ground and take her hard. I wanted to own her - to dominate and take her completely.