Shady: MC Romance (12 page)

“What the hell?” Shady said and Cajun and Slider laughed.

“Sorry, babe, exclusive members only,” Cajun said cryptically.

She frowned, exclusive members? Why the hell didn’t the Warriors know about this place? The doors slid open and her mouth dropped. Holy shit, the place was fucking amazing. It was underground up to a point but when you exited the elevator, you entered into another lobby area with a desk, which was manned by an extremely handsome young man. He was standing behind the counter smiling at Slider and Cajun as they walked closer.

“Gentlemen, welcome back. I have your room ready for you,” he said and handed Slider an envelope.

Shady shook her head, frowned, and whispered to Cajun who was still standing behind her.

“What the fuck is going on?” she said.

“Just wait, we will answer all your questions in a few minutes when we are alone,” Cajun laughed.

Slider took her hand again and pulled her behind him. Cajun just grinned and followed. The two men had been here before, but it wasn’t what she thought. They had come out here with one of the brothers who told them about the place. Shady would probably be surprised at the places the brothers actually knew about and didn’t share with the chicks. The club had a tab here; Creed and Fork told them they were welcome to use it for the night.

“Hey, how did he know you guys?” Shady demanded as they walked down the hallway to their room. The place was a fantasy hotel, exclusively designed for people who didn’t want to attract attention to themselves, and wanted to have a romantic evening together without being interrupted.

The hotel was all about the pleasure. Their rooms were designed for the customers to pick their fantasies. One of them held an Arabian theme, while another a moon. They had western, Egyptian, a cave, a jungle, a hippie, and so on. There were thirty rooms in all and it had taken the guys less than five minutes to choose the pirate room.

They stopped at the door, Shady looked around and frowned and then waited. Slider was grinning and Cajun stepped forward and held out his hand. No one else was in the hallway and they were guaranteed privacy as checkin times were staggered for each guest so they would never run into anyone else. The employees were not to be seen unless called.

It wasn’t until the door clicked behind them that Cajun hit the light, showing off their selection and shocking the ever-loving fuck out of Shady. Her eyes darted around the room, her mouth hitting the floor. The first thing she saw was a huge wooden ship-shaped bed dominating the middle of the room. Bright silk scarves hung all around the sides along with fake portholes. The brightly covered bedding set was somewhat rumpled, giving away that it wasn’t an ordinary bed, but an extra-large, custom made waterbed. Along the headboard were multiple rivets with strips of leather hooped and attached. As her gaze wandered farther, so did the stockades. Slider glanced over at her and walked toward the anchor armoire, lifting his chin at Cajun with a grin. Shady’s eyes cut back and forth between the two, her amusement of the room paused. Both men sported a shit-eating grin and her heart flipped in her chest. “Pirates?”

“Aye, m'lady. Take her to the gallows and get her ready,” he said with a little more enthusiasm than she cared to elaborate on. Cajun nodded, gripping her wrist and tugging her forward.

“Walk the plank, wench,” he laughed, taking her across the wooden slats in a faux plank that led to the bed. Shady’s gaze drew wider if that were possible.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” she laughed. Two badass bikers, falling in to the roll of Captain Jack Sparrow in front of her was a little too much for her brain to process. The brightly colored accents around the walls were enough to give a damn seizure. Neither man spoke, both communicating with simple glances and subtle nods. It took a moment longer than it should have for her to get the jest of their plan and by the time she did, Cajun had her by the wrist, pushing her down on to the bed. She yanked back, her eyebrows narrowing. “Oh hell fuck no you ain’t. You two wanna play pirates, go for it. I’m leaving.” With her attitude in full force she swung, her heels silent against the thick blue multi-toned shag rug. This ridiculous ocean, which might she add, had been played out well considering the material. Cajun grinned, his palm going flat against the center of her chest.

“I’d hoped you’d say something stupid like that,” he pushed her backwards, causing enough wake it felt like she was floating on the seven seas. She fought to get up, only making it worse. A tidal wave hit around her and jostled her in different directions, rendering her helpless just long enough strong fingers gripped around her wrists and her arms were bound and raised above her head.

“That should do it. Get her ready while I go get a few things,” Cajun said, his gaze never breaking Shady’s. Even with her head bobbing, the intensity he cast kept her locked in on him. He stepped backwards a few steps before he turned, disappearing behind the bright red and blue scarfs.

When the bed moved again Shady’s head turned, seeing a glaring Slider climbing up over her body on his knees. The flash of something shiny caught in the corner of her eye just moments before cold steel touched the bare flesh of her stomach. She sucked in a breath through her teeth. “What are—“

“Hold still,” he growled. That, of course, made her do the opposite. Her body twisted, and with a tearing sound ripped around her, a cold gust pebbling her flesh.

Her eyes saw what was left of her shirt dangling from the tip of an oversized blade and her temper flared. “Fuck! What the hell are you trying to do, Slider, gut my ass?”

He grinned at her, subconsciously licking his lips. “Oh, we are gonna be rearranging those pretty guts when we pound in to that sweet pussy and ass, babe,” Slider grinned.

Footsteps approached, and Cajun’s upside down face lowered to hers. “But first, we have a point to make,” he grinned. He closed the distance and licked the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue, the contact distracting her while Slider slit up the inside of her thigh, the razor sharp edge cutting through the material like butter. When Shady turned her head to the side, her temper flared. “Damn it, asshole! These are my favorite jeans!” Slider didn’t say a word, just subdued her legs with his knees, and did the same treatment to the other side. When there was nothing holding them together but the thick seam that grazed against her crotch, he reached up and slid his fingers in both sides, touching her aching cunt. He wiggled his index finger along her crease through the little silk panties she had, groaning when the material grew hot and damp. With one hard jerk, he pulled the remaining material free.

“Mmm. Now they’re my favorite too.” Cajun moved away, chuckling, then the sound of clothing rustled from behind the scarves. The bed pulsed around her as he crawled up to join her, his knees straddling across her chest. Shady tried to move her body to escape being immobilized again but Slider pulled the thin red silk off her hips about the same time and his mouth zoned in straight on her clit. The shock made her buck under them, but Slider hooked his arms around her thighs and kept them spread wide open, his tongue lapping and sucking every inch from her ass to her clit.

“Fuck-k-k!” she screamed, the anger subsiding and arousal taking over.

Cajun’s dick came into view and he traced it against her mouth, coating the tip in saliva.

“You have a fuckin’ unbelievable mouth, babe,” he growled and shoved the tip in, swirling it over her tongue. She didn’t argue. Her mouth opened wide, her neck craning up off the bed slightly demanding more of him. “Fuck yes,” he whispered in a grunt. “Swallow me, babe. I wanna watch tears streamin’ out of those big blue eyes,” he said, one hand threading in her hair. He fed her his cock inch by inch, pulling back just in time for her to suck in a breath before pushing past more until the head of his cock pushed past the tightness of her throat, sliding until his balls slapped against her chin. “Look at this shit, man. Have you ever seen anything more fuckin’ sexy in your life?” He pulled out, thrusting slowly. Slider pulled his mouth away from her pussy, glancing around Cajun.

“Hell yeah it is,” Slider said, his voice gravely. Shady hummed around Cajun’s cock in protest.

“Mmm. Juice me up, babe. Coat my dick.”

Shady wanted to demand Slider’s mouth back on her but she couldn’t. They had her totally at their mercy, totally helpless, and totally out of control which both freaked her shit and awakened something deep inside. It sent panic coursing through her veins. Instead of Slider’s mouth against her again like she’d expected, he pushed two fingers in her pussy, digging deep until he bumped her G-spot and his thumb swirled her clit. There was no working up to it or starting slow. “Fuck she’s so wet,” Slider said, his tongue circling the inside of her thigh. He put one palm just above her pelvic bone and pressed down, slamming his fingers hard and unrelenting until she felt her stomach start to tingle. As they both fucked her from each end, her orgasm snuck up on her. When it hit, it crashed through her muscles and jerked through her system with a shocking jolt that had her eyes rolling up in the back of her head. Cajun shoved in one last time and pulled out, releasing her screams.

Shady’s lungs burned for oxygen, the only thing she comprehended was wave after glorious wave of ecstasy. Even as the men moved around her, she continued lost in each wake until nothing was left but a low hum.

Cajun set her hands free, rubbing against her wrists to bring blood flow back before flipping her to her belly. He scooted under her, both men positioning her to straddle atop him. Hands raked down the length of her body at the same time Cajun’s fingers rubbed over both nipples at the same time. “Now. Quit toying with me and fuck me, damn it!” Cajun’s lips twitched up into a wicked grin and he tangled his hand in her hair, tugging her mouth to his. There was nothing soft or sensual about it. He worked his tongue around every inch of her mouth, licking and nipping with just enough sting she faded back into the sex drunk.

“Sit on his dick, babe. Take all of him,” Slider instructed, his hands guiding her hips down on Cajun’s shaft. Instead of lowering her slowly, he slammed her down, her pussy clenching around Cajun in a wet vise grip. Cajun’s response was to moan into her mouth, tugging her hair enough to deliver just enough sting she creamed down his cock. He jerked his hips up a few times, reveling in the tight heat that encased him. “Fuck yeah. That’s so fuckin’ hot,” Slider grumbled. He squirted a generous amount of lube on his fingers and slicked up her ass, pressing against her bud while Cajun fucked her from beneath. With his free hand he guided her ass up to where she rested with just the tip of his cock, then inserted and twisted his finger past the tight ring of her ass. As he shoved her body down, his finger buried knuckle deep in her ass.

Shady managed to break her mouth free enough to release a scream and fought against the guys who held firm, desperate to take what she wanted. Her brain screamed for dominance. “More!” she gasped, her voice low and husky.

“Beg, Shady. Beg for me to fill this sweet little ass,” Slider said through clenched teeth. Just watching his buddy buried in her body, her ass arched up in the air had his dick throbbing painfully. “No!” she growled. Shady didn’t beg. She took. The position they had her in took that ability away and made her senses go wild. What little reserves she had left faded out the window. The harder Cajun fucked her pussy, the faster Slider fingered her and the last bit of self-control slipped. With her bottom lip between Cajun’s teeth, she folded.

“Please! God please give me more!” There wasn’t much room allotted for her to move, but she shoved backwards against their strength to find relief.

“That’s it.” Slider slid another slick finger in, scissoring against her muscles until they relaxed. When he added a third another climax mounted but they didn’t give it to her. Instead, Slider slid his hand out and he dug his fingers in her hips, rubbing the tip of his leaking dick in circles and sank inside in one move.

Shady’s head slung backwards, her neck craning up and her scalp burning from the tug of Cajun’s fingers. The intensity sent her tumbling over the edge. On her unexpected climax Cajun and Slider pounded into her body unable to hold back. Her body fisted them both so tight it was hard to move. The lethal combination of her orgasm mixed with their roughness tumbled her over again, keeping her rolling and falling on a neverending release.

Slider screamed out first, his muscles spasming when his climax hit. With erratic movements he pumped in deep and hard until he slammed one last time and blew his load. He let out a ripping growl. “Aaa-a-ah!” Spurt after spurt filled her cavity, coating his cock enough it intensified his orgasm. As he rode it out until she milked out the last drop, Cajun took over. He ripped his hand from her hair and both hands dug into her waist, slamming her up and down his length until he came, pounding her cunt with enough force she came again and ground down on him, both of their screams echoing through the room. Spent, she collapsed on top of him and let her mind remain in that euphoric state, unaware of Slider’s gentle touch cleaning her folds. It wasn’t until the water in the bed rolled beside them that Cajun pulled her to his side, tucking her in with her head resting on his arm. Slider moved up to wrap himself around her other side, draping one leg over hers and one arm along her ribs.

Chapter Eleven

Shady opened her eyes and froze, damn it, she was trapped between the two of them and had to go to the bathroom. In addition, she needed some space, because for the last hour she had been laying here thinking about everything that happened last night, and she was panicking. They were going to expect her to be thrilled and happy this morning and she wasn’t. Guys always figured if they made a girl come they had her in the palms of their hands—not so.

Slowly she shifted and moved, making sure to pause every time one of them moved with her. Damn, it was like even in their sleep they were trying to prevent her from pulling away from them.