Rain Falls (12 page)

“As much of an asshole my dad is, he shocked me. I’ve never had a problem rebelling against him. It was harder for me to accept that he gave a shit.”

“Of course he does. He’s your father.”

“That doesn’t mean shit. My mother and sister don’t,” she argued.

“Your mother does, I’m sure. And your sister has fallen in with bad people and they’ve corrupted her. Your father only wants what’s best for you. And as long as he decides we are what’s best for you, then he and I won’t have a problem.”

Rain looked up in his eyes, and that warmth she’d felt the night before, in that nanosecond before she’d slipped off to sleep between them after confessing her feelings like an idiot, spread over her once more.

“I’d hate to kick an old man’s ass, much less a General but I’ll do it, and love the hair too, babe,” Charro said as he stepped in behind her. He pressed in to her, sandwiching her between them with his hands roaming up and down her sides. He slid one around and gripped her tit, giving it a squeeze before feeling out her nipple and pinching it. She let out a little gasp and Knight grinned.

“You like the hair enough to hold onto while I do dirty things to you?” She giggled.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby,” he cooed. “Except, I want a lot more screaming and dirty talk, got it?”

“Demanding much?” she said, fighting off her arousal. With four hands touching her all over, it proved to be no easy feat.

“Damn straight. We own this body, baby. Which means we own this sweet pussy,” his hand slid down her belly and across the crotch of her jeans. “And this hot little mouth,” he kissed her hard and abrasive, smiling when her tongue jetted out to meet his.

“And this perfect ass,” Charro added, cupping one cheek and kneading it. He reached around and unfastened her jeans, making them easy to slide down to her knees. As usual there were no panties in his way. “Fuck, I love that you are a dirty girl,” he growled. “You’re gonna wear a skirt for us with no panties so we can play with you tomorrow,” he ordered.

“Fuck yeah,” Knight said, pulling away from her lips.

“I can’t ride my bike with a damn skirt on,” she huffed, determined to let them know they weren’t going to dictate her wardrobe. She was still iffy about their claims to owning her in any sense, but especially her orgasms. That wasn’t something she was willing to give them control over. For one, she could bring herself over the edge over and over again and did frequently. There wasn’t a chance in hell they were going to tell her when she could and couldn’t get herself off.

“No, but you can ride on the back of ours,” he grinned sheepishly.

“I have my own damn bike,” she spit, her spine going straight and rigid against Charro’s chest.

“Yeah, but you’re gonna be on the back of one of ours tomorrow. Now, get those clothes off.” Charro didn’t leave room for argument in his tone. Rain didn’t seem to care.

“Don’t boss me around,” she huffed, her hands going to Knight’s chest to push him back. He, of course, didn’t move.

“One more chance, baby. Take ‘em off now.” Charro’s hand slid up her back to the back of her neck.

“Excuse me? Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” she said defensively.

“Bad answer,” Knight chuckled. She watched his eyes dance over her shoulder to Charro and wondered what the hell he was laughing about. Before she picked up on what they were doing, Charro had the hem of her shirt up over her head while Knight reached down and yanked off her boots before they removed her jeans. Knight bent down and put his shoulder in her stomach, tossing her over his shoulder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me down!” she yelled. Her fists beat on his back but he ignored her and sat down in a chair with her belly across his lap and her head hanging off toward the floor. Her hands pushed against his leg and the leg of the chair, trying to upright herself but a giant hand pushed in the middle of her back.

“Stay still,” he growled. “Give me your belt, Charro. It’s time Rain learns who is in charge.”

“‘Bout fuckin’ time,” he grumbled, the sound of him unfastening his belt buckle and pulling the leather strap through his belt loops echoing beside her. She jerked at the sound, once again fighting to right herself.

“Stay down or you won’t sit for a week,” Charro demanded. His voice had gone hard.

“The fuck you say,” she hissed and pushed up, her back arching. The sound of popping leather made her jump and momentarily freeze. When the sting lined across her ass and it popped again, she yelped. “Fuck! What the hell—”
Smack
! He spanked her again, leaving another red whelp across the width of her ass. Her body jerked, but instead of continuing her rant, she stumbled over her words. “Who d-do you think—”
Smack
! By the third swat, she’d abandoned her complaints and gasped. He brought the belt down across her ass again, his hand pushing her head down. This time, she didn’t fight it. By the fifth, she was arching her ass up toward him.

“That’s it, baby, you like your ass spanked, don’t you?”
Smack
! He continued until her entire ass and the tops of her thighs were a bright shade of crimson. “Do you like that?” he asked, tracing his hand down the crack of her ass to her dripping cunt. She was so wet it was soaking through the leg of his jeans.

“No, dammit,” she argued. He removed his fingers and gave her another, then another until she admitted it. “Yes! Fuck yes, just touch me!”

“Mmm. That’s a start. Now, you do what we say, I’ll allow you to come so much you’ll beg us to stop. If you don’t, you’ll stay on edge even after you suck our load out. Got it?” Her body went tight again, but he rubbed his hand over the tender flesh of her ass and she relaxed back down. It went against everything she stood for to give in, but damn if what he was doing didn’t feel so fuckin’ good. Too good. Sex wasn’t supposed to be this good. Sure they’d had great sex before, but this… This was on a whole new level of kink and she wanted it bad. That didn’t mean she was gonna give in easy…it just meant eventually she would give in. They didn’t need to know that though. She had every intention of making them work hard for it.

“Or, I could let you two come if you are both good boys and if not, make you watch me come over and over until I get tired…” she taunted.

“I love that you think we are joking,” Charro said, the smile in his voice evident.

“And I love that you think you’re not joking,” she shot back.

“You hear that? I think it’s time we set down a little ground rules. Don’t you?” Knight’s voice held more than a little amusement.

“I think so,” he answered with the same amount of sarcasm. “Let’s start by rule number
uno
. We are in charge. What we say goes.”

“Oh really? And what’s rule number two?”

“There is no rule number two. What we say goes. And if you want to be a good little girl, we will make sure you enjoy it,” Knight added in a mocking tone.

“You two have bumped your damn head,” she spit out.

“No, but we can and will swat this pretty pink ass,” Knight said, his hand smacking down on the heated flesh. She let out a yelp, but the heat that came from his touch sent a jolt straight to her clit that she couldn’t ignore. Her yelp turned into an involuntary moan. It didn’t help her case much when Knight forked two fingers into her pussy without warning. He buried them knuckle deep and began twisting and curling them inside her. He had her pussy juicing and her body squirming in a matter of seconds.

“Mmm, you’re fucking hot, baby,” Charro praised, moving around to her head. He pulled back her hair and watched her face, gritting his teeth at the look on her face. “So fuckin’ sexy,” he ground out. He unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, getting on his knees in front of her.

“Shove Charro’s cock down your throat, baby. I wanna watch you choke on it while your cunt tightens around my fingers,” Knight instructed. She didn’t get much time to pull herself together and argue before Charro’s dick was prodding against her lips, demanding entry. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips just as he pushed past them, forcing his way in her mouth. She hummed, making him groan this time as he fed her his dick all the way down until his balls hit her chin. When he felt her gag, he pulled back, giving her time to catch a breath before he thrusted back in, pushing past the tightness of her throat. “Fuck, I love feeling your throat stretch, baby,” he rumbled.

“I love feeling her clench me each time you feed her, bro.” Knight worked another finger in her sex, twisting and turning until her body began to tighten. “She’s gonna come, get ready to pull out unless you want teeth marks. I can feel her getting close,” Knight warned Charro.

“Fuck yeah. Send her over the edge,” he encouraged. He shoved in and out of her mouth a few times and pulled out, keeping one hand fisted in her hair so he could watch her face. Her lungs fought to suck in oxygen, morphing with moans the harder Knight finger fucked her. Her breath hitched and that’s when it hit—wave after wave of her orgasm rolled through her body, her muscles tensed and went rigid, her back bowed, her ass shoving against Knight’s hand and her screams loud. “Son-of-a-bitch I could blow just watching her.”

“She’s gripping my fingers so fuckin’ tight it hurts. I can’t wait to feel that on my dick,” Knight roared. “Get her on the bed.” Charro barely got her off his lap and into his arms before Knight had half his clothes off, piling them in the floor. He was totally naked, his cock pointing to the celling and leaving a wet spot above his belly button when he reached her.

“You take that pussy. I want her ass,” Charro said.

“Sounds good to me.” They talked about her like she wasn’t laying right there, and yet, she was so foggy headed from the mind-blowing orgasm she’d just had that she couldn’t get any words to form. So for now, she sucked it up and let them. When Knight rolled her on top of him, she finally found her voice.

“Hurry,” she said huskily. Her brain was mush. She didn’t give a shit if they were going alpha on her, she wanted their cocks filling her. Both of them. Dammit, she even liked being bent over his knee and her ass beat. Now, she liked the idea of them hurrying the fuck up before she exploded.

“Sounds like someone’s overly anxious, don’t it, bro?” Charro asked Knight.

“It does. She hasn’t even been prepped yet… I’d hate to hurt this sexy little ass,” Charro chuckled, the arousal thick in his voice.

“Fuck me now, dammit!” Yep. She’d had enough.

“I didn’t hear a please. Beg for our cocks, Rain,” Knight ordered. There was no way in hell she was begging for anything. She’d go finish herself off first.

“Say it. I want to fuck you so hard you know who owns you,” Charro pushed.

“Fuck it. Let me go,” she said, jerking off Knight. His ironclad grip held her in place, giving her a little jolt at her movements. Her temper went through the roof, and she was about to start fighting for all she had, despite it being the two guys she wanted more than anything, when Knight rubbed his dick along her slit, stopping on her clit. He kept it there, edging it back and forth until her legs shook involuntarily. Rain still tried to pull away, but it was halfhearted at best.

“Say it,” Charro said in her ear, his hand rubbing up and down her back while his dick rubbed against her ass. When they both pressed in just a tiny bit at the same time, something took hold of her and she broke.

“Please! God, please fuck me now! I can’t handle it anymore!”

“Mmm. Good girl.” Knight leaned up and took her mouth, fisting his hand in her hair to hold her in place and darted upwards, sinking in her to the hilt. She gasped in his mouth, but he began pistoning in and out of her so fast and hard the gasp became grunts. When he felt her body began to tighten around him, he slowed. “Now.” That single word, which in this case could mean so many different things, sent her flying over the edge. Charro pushed in her tight pucker, giving that sharp sting that had her shaking. It took all of three strokes for him to fill her and she was screaming out her orgasm. The guy’s voices were drowned out over hers as they held her tight and fucked her hard, keeping her orgasming until they both spilled in her body. They yelled out one right after the other and she milked them until the last drop of cum emptied into her.

“Fuck that was so good it was painful,” Charro said, his chest heaving.

“Fuck yeah it was. Damn, baby girl. You are un-fuckin’-believable.” Knight pushed her damp hair off her forehead. She was still quaking in his arms, her mind still floating, and her body still rolling from the never ending orgasms.

“Mmm,” she said, not knowing exactly what she was trying to say, but really not caring either. He rolled her into the crook of his arm and settled her in, waiting as Charro cleaned her up before tending to himself. When they flipped off the light and sandwiched her between them, her muscles were still jerking and trembling even after she’d fallen asleep.

“Damn,” Charro whispered to the darkness.

“Yeah.” That was the only communication needed between the two to get across what they were both thinking.

Church had been called, and because the Lady Riders weren’t normal women, hiding the roll call from them proved to be more difficult than the OPs and Savages had anticipated. With the General in town and dead set on assisting on the operation, they’d had to keep him detoured and off their trail in hopes the chicks wouldn’t catch wind of their less than honorable act.