Death Lords Motorcycle Club: Annie, Michigan, and Easy (The Motorcycle Clubs Series) (8 page)

There’s a commotion in front of me. I open my eyes and see a man with longish hair, the exact color I can’t make out in the dark, staring at me with hot, hungry eyes. I know that look and it’s the look I’ve seen directed at those women. And suddenly the idea of being on display doesn’t excite me as much. I straighten and Michigan’s hand instantly falls away.

My sudden boldness is replaced by awkward discomfort. Michigan settles me into his side.

“You sharing?” the man asks.

Michigan places a hand on my neck. “No.”

No argument. No explanation. Just no.

The guy stands there and stares, his eyes taking off my new clothes and it makes me feel kind of dirty and not in a good way. Michigan takes a menacing step forward and he runs off.

“Sometimes fantasies work real well in your head and not so great playing them out.” Michigan continues to hold my neck, massaging me into a relaxed puddle of flesh. How he reads me so well continually is a surprise.

“How do you know which fantasies work and which don’t?” I ask. He hoists himself onto the table and pulls me onto his lap. I curl up like a kitten and rest my head against the broad wall of his chest.

“You test them out, just like we did here.”

“I wouldn’t want to share you and Easy with anyone but you’d be okay with me dancing nude in front of others?”

“Not really. I’d probably have to have one of the brothers sit on me, but these are your fantasies and I want you to enjoy yourself. Ultimately, you getting turned on would probably turn me on.”

“I was jealous of the attention those girls were getting, I guess. I’ve never been looked at like that.”

“Being watched is a turnoff for lots of folks and there are some, like Easy, that really get off on watching. Nothing wrong with either thing. But the only person I’d ever share with is Easy.” He rubs a hand down my back and continues thoughtfully, “I don’t even want a woman touching you. Having you dance? Having other guys look at you? If that made you feel good, then sure, but touching belongs to me and Easy, yeah?”

I like his possessiveness mixed with his willingness to see me satisfied but I really only would ever need their eyes, their lust and their attention. “Yeah.” I echo his words but put all my conviction behind it. Even in the dark, I can see the answering spark in his eyes. Our connection isn’t broken even when he pulls out his phone, and types something one-handed.

Easy appears as if Michigan conjured him.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Not staying?” says one of the men.

Easy takes one look at me and shakes his head. “Our girl’s worn out.”

“Thought you guys were Death Lords, not Bedlam Butchers,” jokes someone.

“Can you read?” Easy asks, his good humor gone.

“Yeah.”

“Then you know what club we’re with.”

The hecklers shut up immediately and don't say another word as we exit.

“Who are the Butchers?” I ask as I buckle my helmet on.

“Good club out of New Mexico. They’re into sharing. Do everything in pairs.”

“But we’re Death Lords.”

“You’re mine,” I say unthinking.

Michigan and Easy exchange a look. “Yeah, we are.”

When we get back to the room, Easy directs me to take a long bath. He walks in and tosses the leather chaps and a T-shirt on the sink.

“Why don’t you model these for us.”

After I dry off, I realize that the chaps have a waistband and legs but the front of my pelvis and my butt are totally exposed. I search around but find no panties, only the dark gold T-shirt. I don't believe this is a test but an invitation to play and so I screw up my courage and don the chaps and T-shirt. Straightening my shoulders, I walk out as normally as a woman who is totally exposed in her privates can.

In the bedroom, Michigan and Easy are sitting side by side on the sofa. Halfway across the room, the music starts and I catch on. This is my show, if I want to do one.

I start to sway, hoping I don’t look like a fool. Encouraged by their appreciate gazes, I run my hands along my sides and up to catch my breasts. I cup my breasts and then lift the T-shirt off so all I’m wearing is the leather chaps. I slink to the ground and then back up, turning, bending over.

I'm rewarded with swift intakes of breath and when I spin around I see their glittering gazes and the large ridges in their jeans. Their approval emboldens me and I fall into the sexy music. I touch my nipples, stretch my arms above my head, arch my back and then drop my hand between my legs where I'm already ready and wet.

“Place your hands on my legs here and point that ass toward Michigan," Easy orders. Michigan has resettled into the desk chair which he wheels over to the sofa.

I lean over, knowing my ass is entirely exposed. Michigan smooths his hands over my globes and then with a hard push directs me toward Easy's now exposed penis. I lick it from tip to base, tonguing the heavy veins. Michigan lifts me so that my knees are on his legs.

"Take him deep." Michigan's voice is dark and throaty but he has no more orders because his tongue is making long treks between my legs.

I open my mouth and swallow Easy's thick penis until it hits the back of my throat. I'm stuffed full of them. Michigan's mouth is relentless, sucking me until I'm out of my mind and Easy's shaft is stroking down into the cavern of my throat. I drink him seed down and as soon as Easy's done coming, Michigan shifts and rams his long, hard rod between my legs and into my butt. Incredibly, Easy is hard again or maybe he never fully softened. I don't know anything anymore.

Michigan stands and Easy grabs my dangling legs. He proceeds to work into my sex until I'm stretched and full on all sides. My body is burning and the only place I can quench the fire is through the touch of these men. Somehow we maneuver to the bed where I straddle Easy while Michigan's big body covers my back.

My breasts nearly suffocate Easy, and Michigan's hands almost break the headboard as we whirl inside the tornado of pleasure created by the endlessly thrusts and strokes, the mindless kisses, and the fervent promises to hold each other forever.

I close my eyes and allow their strong hands hold me and their fierce need to wrench from me the greatest ecstasy I could ever imagine. I've been a good girl all my life and I feel as if I've been rewarded a slice of heaven on earth. 

In the aftermath, I rest between the two large bodies but can’t sleep. Thoughts of how I’m going to tell Father, how I will weather the inevitable storm of disapproval, and how I will support myself make it hard to fall asleep. There are big changes coming in my life. Some will be wonderful and some may be scary. The only thing I can hold on to is this one thought—you'd have to kill me before I'd ever leave these men.

“Sleep, Little Red.” Easy’s husky voice jolts me as I thought they were both asleep.

Michigan’s head lifts from his pillow to press a kiss against my cheek. “There isn’t a thing that prevents us from being together if it’s something we all want.”

“I want us,” I say thickly. Emotion makes it hard to speak.

“I want us.” Easy lifts my right cuffed wrist and with an answering nod, Michigan lifts my other wrist.

They bring the cuffs together and I swear I hear an audible click even though the magnets are silent. Maybe it’s just the sound of the universe slotting everything in place. With their hands wrapped around my wrists, with their cuffs against my chest, and their hearts beating in solid rhythm with mine, I finally drift off.

I am my beloveds’ and my beloveds are mine.

E
asy and Michigan
fought together in the Marines and have shared women ever since. Lots of ladies are down for a one night stand but they haven't found one who was willing stay the course with both of them...until they meet untried pastor's daughter, Annie Bloom.

But a few nights of stolen passion aren't enough for the three of them. The two men set out to prove to Annie that they're worth a lifetime of love.

Their fragile new relationship is threatened when Annie's father learns the truth and soon the struggle to stay together becomes one of life or death.

T
he second time
I wake this morning is due to the sunlight filtering through a small break in the windows. The murmurs of deep male voices punctuated by a low chuckle push me to open my eyes but I stay still under the sheet and comforter that is tucked around me so that I can watch the two men sitting only ten feet away. Easy, with his Norwegian ancestry stamped all over his square jaw and straight bladed nose, is lounging on the green sofa with his eyes glued on the television. One ankle is resting on his opposite knee and his arms are spread across the back. He looks relaxed and his face is sporting an ever-present smile. Easy is just like his name. He approaches life as if there are no barriers—or at least none that he can’t kick down with his size 13 boots. But in the face of his beauty, it wouldn’t surprise me if barriers didn’t exist for him.

Look at me. I feel like a ripe apple without him so much as shaking the tree. He only had to open his mouth and say my name and I was jumping on the back of his motorcycle ready to follow him anywhere.

That’s not the entire story. No, the other half is seated at the chair at the desk. Michigan, the other Death Lords enforcer, has a menacing piece of black metal in one hand and a soft gray cloth in the other. He’s cleaning a gun while he watches the same television show. I cast a glance toward the flickering screen and see a bunch of people fixing up a car.

Michigan’s appeal is harsher, wilder than Easy’s. His angular jaw and prominent cheekbones are softened by lush lips that would make a supermodel sigh in jealousy. And she’d likely spend at least a few restless nights wondering exactly how they’d feel against her skin.

I know.

I know that they are soft but can kiss with bruising determination.

I know that their touch can bring me to an emotional high I didn’t even know existed.

I know that being the subject of these two men’s intense affection has rendered me a wholly different person.

A few weeks ago, I was ordinary Annie Bloom, only daughter of the Fortune Methodist pastor. Now I am something new.

What? I’m not entirely sure but I want to find out because this is what I want to see every morning—my two men enjoying each other’s company as I lie in bed wrecked from their attention.

The sun rose about three hours ago. I know this because when Easy woke me with his fingers between my legs, his mouth on my neck, dawn light filtered in between the crack in the hotel curtains. My body woke up hungry and aching and they satisfied me before I even had to voice my need.

The rosy glow made Michigan’s brown eyes look like burnished gold. He watched Easy ready me for the invasion of both their bodies and tugged on his own erection.

Then he took my mouth, kissing me more softly and sweetly than I’d anticipated. When I came in a flood around Easy’s fingers, Michigan swallowed my cries of pleasure.

Easy used my arousal and extra lubrication to wet the puckered skin and tight channel of my rear. He slowly fed his penis inside me and I gasped at each thrust until he was fully seated. He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him and then Michigan straddled both of us. I laid pinned between their bodies, their hard erections shafting me in steady perfect rhythm.

Easy held my hips between his large hands and moved me as he thrust. Michigan gripped the headboard so hard I marveled that part of the wooden frame didn’t break off in his hands. His pelvis rubbed against my clitoris with each forward movement and there was no part of my sex that was not completely possessed by their bodies.

If Michigan hadn’t been kissing me when I came, I might have screamed down the hotel. I was in a daze afterward, barely feeling them withdraw. I vaguely remember them both kissing me and someone applying a warm washcloth between my legs before I rolled over, closed my eyes and fell into a deep sated sleep.

I could lie here all day and watch them but all too soon my ogling is cut short when Michigan rises and sets the gun on the desk. He wipes his hands on another cloth and then stalks over to the bed.

“You hungry?”

He's a mountain of hard flesh. In his worn jeans and tight T-shirt, he could star in a calendar of hot men. Both of them could. I'm not certain what they do but they are physically fit with defined ridges and valleys in their abdomens and biceps that bulge under the end of the T-shirt sleeves. My fingers itch to touch them at all times. I curl them into the sheets to keep from grabbing at Michigan but maybe…maybe I shouldn't work so hard to not touch them because the look in Michigan's eyes is one I'm beginning to recognize. It's a hungry look. A hot one. One that says, "I'm ready to devour you."

Easy’s head swivels in my direction. “You’re awake. Want us to order something for you? Room service takes about five fucking years.”

I gather the covers around my bare body. "Should I get ready?"

“Nope. We’re not in any hurry.”

There’s no accusation that I’ve slept too long or kept them from doing something important. They just want to take care of me. How can I resist?

I stretch and the comforter that one of them had placed around my body slips down, taking the sheet with it. The tops of my small breasts appear and Michigan gives an approving grunt.

He takes one large finger and runs it from the hollow of my throat down between the valley of my breasts, bisecting me in two. With one hand he draws the sheet down, all the while dragging his finger downward. It smooths over my rounded belly, dips into my belly button and then pauses at the top of my soft curls. I hold my breath.

"You feeling okay?" His deep voice is hoarse, tinged with a little regret as if he's sorry for wanting me. I love how it makes me feel because I'm as desperate for him as he is for me.

"Yes." I kick the sheets down in answer. The cool air of the room causes goose bumps to freckle my skin. Or maybe it's the response of my body to his hot gaze as it roves over the newly exposed flesh. His frank appreciation emboldens me and I allow my knees to fall open. His chest heaves as he stares. The one finger he has on my skin hasn't moved but I'm growing wetter, hotter by the second.

Awareness flares in his eyes and he places both hands around my breasts and squeezes. I feel a corresponding contraction between my legs. He pushes the small mounds together and then leans over to drag his stubbled jaw along the top of them.

“Michigan,” I breathe. I curl my hand around his neck and hold him in place. Over on the sofa, Easy has abandoned the car fixing show for the one that Michigan and I are putting on. One of his hands has dropped from the sofa’s back and is in his lap, squeezing his denim-covered erection.

Michigan tugs down the coverings and under his intense gaze and the cool air and his sure touch, my nipples tighten into diamond-hard points.

“There’re two pretty tits over here and I only got one mouth.”

Easy laughs and pushes up from the sofa. “We can’t have our girl’s one tit feeling ignored.”

I would laugh but the only sound that comes out of my mouth is a low moan when Michigan sucks my nipple into his mouth. The hot pressure brings as much tension as it does relief.

“Move over, you fucking hog.”

Without taking his mouth from my breast, Michigan climbs onto the bed and moves to the other side, leaving my other breast exposed. Easy isn’t in a hurry to join him. I’ve learned in our short time together that watching us can do as much for Easy as a touch. His greedy eyes drink in Michigan’s dark head bent over my chest and my hand threading through the short hairs of the buzz cut that Michigan sports. Easy’s hand is still on his erection, still squeezing. I whimper as if by expelling air, I can rid myself of the lust they’re building inside me.

“Annie Bloom, I’m going to come all over your face one of these days.”

“Yes.” Anything. I’d do anything with them or for them.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want that too.”

I can’t speak more words because Michigan has begun to stroke my aching sex. I’m so hungry for this that it’s hard to believe that they both took me just a few hours ago. They’ve turned me into an insatiable mess.

Easy undoes his jeans and takes out his penis. He rubs the tip of it on my nipple and a little liquid seeps from the tip and coats my breast.

He nudges Michigan. “Look at this. Let’s mark her.”

Michigan’s head rises as he releases my nipple with an audible pop. He stares at the milky fluid on my pale skin and groans.

“You okay with that?”

I love that they care enough to ask. That they won’t do a thing unless it’s something that turns me on. I raise my wrists to display the two leather cuffs I wear whenever we are together. One is Easy’s and the other is Michigan’s. They are claiming cuffs and as long as I wear them, I know that I belong to them and they belong to me.

“I think these things say that I’m okay with everything you do with me.”

“You’re fucking right they do,” Michigan growls. In swift movements, the two disrobe. Their clothes fly everywhere until they are as naked as I am.

Their penises bob in the air, seeking me. Penis. Such an antiseptic word. Dick? No, what do they call it? Cocks, as in "I want to shove my cock inside you so hard you can feel it in your throat." That was the gravelly admission Michigan made last night in my ear as before he thrust inside. My skin tingles in memory and anticipation.

"What're you thinking about?" Easy has a knowing smirk on his face and a perverse impulse pushes me to shock him.

"Your cock," I say boldly. The word sounds right coming out of my mouth but I can't help the flush that rushes to my cheeks. It's the dirtiest thing I've ever said. Both of their lips curve up, even Michigan's, and I feel a flood of warmth that isn't sexual at all. Instead, I'm happy that I made Michigan smile. He does it so rarely which makes it all the more beautiful.

"That a new word for you?" The rare laughter lurking behind his question prompts a smile of my own.

"I learned it from you. I've learned lots of new things from you." I can hardly believe the saucy flirty tone coming out of my mouth.

His eyes widen and nostrils flare which emboldens me even more. I get the idea that there’s nothing I could do that would be too outrageous for these two. My hand drifts down to the spot where Michigan had stopped, right above my mound.

“Go on,” Michigan orders. “Touch yourself.”

Slowly, tentatively, I slide my right hand through my curls, passing over my little clitoris to rub my fingers over my sex. The two men stand side by side next to the bed. One light-colored set of eyes and one dark set watch me intently. Their hands are on their cocks and the two members look hot and sexy. Full of deliciousness. My mouth waters.

I want them to jerk and pull until their come streams out like a firehose, dousing me. I’d rub it into my skin until I was coated with their scent.

“Your eyes are wild. Tell us what you’re thinking,” Easy commands.

It’s hard to concentrate on his words. All I can focus on is his fist squeezing the red, almost purplish head and spreading the white milky fluid from tip to base. I lick my lips remembering what it’s like to have him inside my mouth.

I shift to Michigan. He has one hand cupping his sac while the other is tugging hard on his cock. His fist nearly engulfs his member.

“What’s going on in your head?” Easy asks again.

“Everything. I want it all. I want you to come all over me. I want you both inside me again filling me until I’ll never feel empty again.”

“Baby, we are going to paint you with our come. But you gotta do your part. Keep touching yourself. Spread yourself wide so we can see what you’re doing.”

They each take a leg, rotating me around until my knees hang over the side of the bed. Easy shoves a pillow under my butt so that my sex is even more exposed.

My mouth waters with the desire to taste both of them.

“I want to suck one of you.”

Easy shakes his head. “You can’t suck and watch us jack off at the same time. Choose one. Or I can fuck your mouth while you watch Michigan jerk it. Lots of choices.”

So many choices, I don’t know what to pick.

Easy sees my indecision.

“We’ve got our whole lives to work out any and every fantasy. Choosing one now doesn’t mean we can’t try out some other option later.”

“I want it all,” I say. “All of it. The sucking, the watching, the touching. All of it and at the same time.”

“Our greedy girl.” Michigan’s voice is suffused with satisfaction. Being greedy is a positive in his book. I bask under his approval. “Good thing there’s two of us because you need it. You’ve been too long without.”

Twenty-three years.

I’m starving for affection and these two are showering it on me. My father has never been outwardly affectionate. He loves me in his own way. He’s taken care of me, even after Mom left us. But I’m just one of his flock and I’ve never felt special, not in the way that these two make me feel special. I’m their sole focus. Their laser-hot gazes are pinned on me and my every move. Their attention isn’t being pulled by dozens of parishioners needing counsel and prayer.

But years of being one of many, of having to go without, makes me hesitant and choosy. It’s as if I’m standing in front of a glorious buffet and I have only one hour to choose from the many delights that are laid before me.

Thankfully, Easy makes a decision for me. He takes my hand and places it directly over my sex.

“Touch yourself and don’t take your eyes off of us.”

As if I could.

I do as he says. I slide my fingers over my sensitive lower lips and spread the wetness I find there in slow circles. As I caress myself, the two take their cocks in their hands and start to pull. Michigan is broader across the shoulders and an inch or two shorter than Easy but his cock is long and beautiful. It arches upward, curving slightly right before the tip. His hand leaves the dark purple head exposed with each long pull. Easy's cock is fatter and straight as an arrow. The head is red and angry streaks of blood color the surface.

"Stick those fingers inside you. I want to hear how juicy your pussy is."