Highway to Heaven (21 page)

“Yes! Please! Harder! God, yes! Please fuck
me!” Heaven was over the whole making slow passionate love. Her
body was on fire. Having both men, both demanding, irritating,
incredibly sexy men who had stolen her heart inside her was more
than she could bear. This was the moment she let go and released
the cage around her heart. She was theirs.

“We’re gonna take you to the moon, baby. Hold
on tight,” Gage growled. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips
and he began pumping in and out of her pussy, leaving her
motionless and at their mercy. It felt so amazing, so right, she
did what he said and held on to his shoulders for the ride. Raven
let out a loud groan just before he palmed her ass and kept her
spread open wide so he could see his dick in her ass. He then
quickened his speed, no longer able to hold back.

Together Gage and Raven built her up to the
biggest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. “Fuck-k-k-k!” she
screamed. When she went off, her body milked them so tightly and
hard they both emptied their seed in her, still moving against the
muscles that milked them dry. Gage’s and Raven’s voices boomed
through the air, matching her screams of delight as it was their
turn to hold on and ride it out. They kept her rolling on the after
quakes of orgasm until she floated down and their dicks had gone
soft inside her.

Raven slowly pulled out, his dick twitching
at the sight of his cum leaking out of her hole. It was almost
enough to make him hard again and take her for round two but he
didn’t want her hurting tomorrow. They definitely weren’t done for
the night because he hadn’t had his fill yet, but he wanted to see
how she’d react to having her pussy stretched with two fat dicks in
her. After her reaction to their fingers, he had a pretty good idea
she’d roar with delight again. He grabbed a towel, cleaned himself,
and her up and handed it to Gage. Heaven was rolled to the bed, her
eyes shut, and her face showing that of a totally sated woman.

“Damn she’s beautiful after she comes,” Gage
said with a grin. Raven nodded and scooted up beside her, tucking
himself around one side with Gage on the other. They let her nap
for about an hour and woke her up again—this time with Raven in her
cunt with her on top of him and Gage’s chest against her back as he
worked his cock around to stretch her opening enough to take them
both. That seemed to get her fully awake, and damn if she didn’t
take them down the highway to Heaven buried deep in her cunt.

*****

Heaven woke the next morning with a hangover
but was deliciously sore in all the right places. She let out a
soft little moan and stretched, realizing she was sandwiched
between two hunks of muscle. The night wasn’t a total blur, but her
half-asleep brain was still trying to catch up. Gage had told her
that he loved her. That realization sent her from groggy to wide
the fuck awake. And Raven…they’d both put their claim on her. She
needed to escape. It was too much to process before caffeine. Or
with a hangover. Or just in general.

Trying her best to untangle the arms and legs
that pinned her to the bed, she slid out and, thanks to her
reigning Twister champion status, managed to turn and twist over
Gage and onto the floor without making a noise. She let out a quiet
sigh and headed for the bathroom. Her foot got tangled in a pair of
jeans that were bunched on the floor and she reached down to toss
them out of the way when she spotted something sticking out of the
pocket.
What the hell?
she thought to herself and picked the
wadded material up. It was her panties. The ones she’d worn the
first night with Raven.
Has he been carrying them with him all
this time?
She dropped them and all but ran to the bathroom,
holding her breath until she shut and locked the door. She sucked
in a deep breath and let it out, catching her reflection in the
mirror. She looked like a woman in love. Her. The girl who had been
alone for so long, now had two of the hottest guys in the world in
bed. The same bed she’d just been in. With them. She smiled a
wicked little grin and used the restroom. After she’d washed her
hands and face, she ran a quick brush through her hair and turned.
Behind that door was her men, naked, in bed. Oh, this was the best
morning of her existence. Heaven opened the door and slid back
between them, using her hands and mouth to wake them up in creative
ways that had them pouncing on her. Yum.

The sun was high in the sky, showing a new
beginning they all seemed to appreciate. The girls all stood
outside the motel, dressed and refreshed from the past two days
they’d been relaxing. Everyone had woken refreshed and ready to
take on whatever was next.

“It’s over now,” Abi said to Shady, giving
her a hug. Shady looked around at all of the faces surrounding
her.

“Yeah. It’s over.” For the first time, she
was able to fully let go of the past. Jas walked up beside them and
put an arm around her. “And you, little girl, are a chip off the
ol’ block,” she laughed and hugged her daughter.

“Life wasn’t so easy growing up. So I learned
how to defend myself,” she shrugged.

“And wielding a knife like that was part of
your learnings?” Shady’s eyebrows rose. Hell, she was overjoyed her
little girl had sensed the evil and had secretly armed herself for
the time it came to have to use it. That life—and all she’d left
behind—was something she wished she could have changed for her. It
was a miracle she’d been born with the instincts for
self-preservation.

“Yeah. So was learning how to shoot,” she
grinned.

“Jas, I’m so sorry… If I would’ve had a
way—”

“Don’t. You found me, and I’m never gonna let
anyone take me away from you again.” She smiled and hugged her
tighter.

“Not to break up this afternoon special, but
we have work to do, ladies. There is a bunch of girls with nowhere
to go and are gonna need a home and family after they get released
from the hospital,” Chevy said, smiling at the girls around
them.

“Then I guess we better get busy,” Red piped
in. There didn’t need to be a vote or a discussion. The girls were
all on board the moment they’d heard the Feds say some would have
to go into protective services because of no family and had
immediately volunteered. Since they were out of country, and given
the bloody massacre they’d just left behind, there wasn’t anyone
stupid enough to tell them no. Not even Tonto or Fork.

“Ladies? Let’s ride.” Chevy’s words had all
the women of both MC clubs mounting their bikes and roaring off
down the road, taking the lead ahead of their guys who’d protect
them, and die for them.

~The End ~

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“Ladies? Let’s ride.” Chevy’s words had all
the women of both MC clubs mounting their bikes and roaring off
down the road, taking the lead ahead of their guys who’d protect
them—and would die for them.

Rain rode in the back of the pack, yes she
agreed with everything her friends had said and done. However, once
they learned the truth about her. Shady and the others were going
to fucking freak, and the worst thing was, she was going to have to
tell them soon. Because the fucking devil had come calling, and her
debt was owed.

Yes she had been stupid enough to make a deal
with the devil, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t find her for a
long time. She had made sure she changed her name, and her
appearance, but apparently when you had a black soul, killing
people to get information wasn’t beyond your scope of what you
would do to find someone.

The call right before she left to come to
Mexico had proved that. She still hadn’t dealt with the guilt she
was feeling for hiding info from them. Then of course, she wasn’t
sure if her past was connected to this situation. Who would have
thought Shady’s crazy ass family was in the skin trade.
Everything happens for a reason
, Rain thought and leaned
over her bike and sped up. She needed to feel the air in her hair,
and the freedom of the wind. Shit, she was going to have to finally
talk about this shit. How would they all feel knowing she was still
married to a monster.

By Rory Flannigan

I am putting all this in writing
not because I lived a particularly splendid life, nor because I am
proud of all the things I've done and feel the need that I should
brag about them. I think I am mostly putting it down on paper to
remember special things to me in my past, and all the things I've
done and seen, which have made me the man I am today. And
especially more importantly, all the people I've known who will be
remembered after I'm gone.

Within this story, I will not use
the names of any person, nor will I name any particular
organization I was associated with in my life. Not because names
aren't important, but only because most of the ones I knew have
either passed on, or they probably wouldn't care to have their name
associated with anything I tell you about. Within this book, I will
tell you of people who were like family to me, and some of them who
actually were. But others were just people I spent the majority of
my life with, and over time they became like brothers and sisters
to me.

I will tell you my view of who
these people really were, and not the views, assumptions, and
opinions of news media outlets looking to make a buck from
sensationalizing a group of people. Nor the opinions of law
enforcement that didn't know them, and never spent over a few
minutes with any of them. However, they criticized and criminalized
them to have an enemy to fight against.

Yes, I'm speaking of bikers and
bike clubs. You know, the kind of bikers who have been demonized in
movies, television, and newspapers since the 1930s. Those entities
will always tell you only one side of the story in order to
sensationalize and make money off nothing more than their opinion.
But here I will tell you in as much detail as possible my version
of who these people really are.

No, I don't expect to change
many hearts and minds with what I tell you here. Though I am in
hopes it will give those that read this a different perspective as
to
who
and
what
we really are. Because face the facts…we have been around for
over 80 years, and we haven't ever had the ability to take over the
world or even cause any radical change to the world. Logically, how
could we be all that we have been hyped-up to being?

So…before I get into the crux of
the story, I guess I should begin where all stories begin—the birth
of the subject. And since the subject of this story is myself, we
shall begin there. However, I must first assure you that I have no
remembrance of 1958, which was the year of my birth.

My earliest recollection of reality
didn't come to me until about 1961. At three years old, and being
born into a somewhat reclusive and scattered family, as far as I
can recall I was a happy child. But at the age of three or four
years old, how would I really know one way or the other since I had
nothing else to compare it to at the time. It was possibly about
the time of life when I realized I was different in some ways,
compared to other kids my age. Most kids in my age group had a
stable family life, and they lived at home with a mother and
father, but I never had a concept of that, because the way things
were when I was a child, my grandfather had played the role of the
father figure in my life. While other kids saw it as odd, it was
normal to me, or the only normal I knew at the time.

I was born to a single mother,
because my father had decided to leave before I was born, and since
it was his choice to do so, he seems to be pretty much irrelevant
to any events in my life. I do have a recollection of him in the
sense of when my mother and my grandparents talked about him, they
referred to him as "Hardhead" or our "Sperm Donor". And the only
connection we had to him was through his parents, who would show up
once a year or so to visit my brother, not necessarily to visit me.
From what I was told, they labored under the illusion that I
possibly wasn't his kid, so they never claimed me as one of their
grandchildren. I did meet my sperm donor for the first time when I
was about thirty-four years old, and other than me looking somewhat
like him, that was the extent of the connection with him. It seems
I was unlucky enough to get his looks, but my brother was unlucky
enough to get his piss poor attitude and mentality as a human
being. I've never had any dealings with the man—I don't know
him—and have no wishes to know him. Therefore, I have no feeling
good or bad for him. He could die tomorrow, and I wouldn't shed a
tear over his death.

Burning Bastards MC book three

By Ryder Dane

Charlie rode his scoot into the parking lot
and parked the ancient machine next to Big Dog’s bike. He wondered
what the deal was tonight, Big Dog had left three messages on his
cell phone, and all of them said he was needed at the clubhouse
pronto.