Treats Aren't Always Sweet (15 page)

Lane grinned as he watched the idiots filing
out of the main building. They had no clue who they were dealing
with. He already knew they were making phone calls, he also knew
they were going to try to flush him out. Seriously, they were
amateurs.

Then there she was, the whore who had started
this whole fucking mess. His only mistake had been he didn’t kill
that motherfucker on the bike who followed him. He wouldn’t make
that mistake again. His plan would still work; it just needed a
little tweaking.

Bikers who think they can horn in on the
action of the people who have run these streets for years, it was
laughable. All because they were helping a pathetic woman who
didn’t deserve to still be alive. That was their weakness, the men
Lane knew would kill their own mother if it made them some money.
The same people he had used to keep himself hidden for all these
years. Money walks and bullshit talks. And Lane had the cash hidden
away, he just didn’t let everyone know it. One of the reasons he
had told his caretakers that his new woman had a lot. No need for
everyone knowing about the laundered money he kept, or how he had
come by it.

No one was smarter than him.

Lane grinned as he thought of the call he was
about to make. Her world was about ready to fucking fall apart and
she had no clue. It was sad really, tomorrow morning she was going
to be his, because she was going to come right to him.

Treat waited out front of the clubhouse until
the guys walked out. Then she followed them quietly as they rode
back to their house. She already knew they were pissed. When they
had shown up at the hospital emergency looking for her and Z, they
had been livid. She hadn’t checked out like she was supposed to,
and she hadn’t made sure the guys knew where she was going. Because
of that, Z had thankfully followed her out the gate to call her
back. He had seen Lane.

When they walked into the door to the house
and it slammed behind her, she grimaced and turned.

“Please, you have to listen,” she said, ready
to apologize.

“No, actually, I don’t. War and I have agreed
that we are going to chain you to the bed and keep you here for the
rest of our lives. If you are nice, we may even feed you,” Stone
snarled.

Treat snarled. “You know I can pick any lock
that you put on me.”

Stone threw up his hands in frustration.

“You could have been killed dammit,” War
snapped.

“Yes, and I was wrong not to follow the
rules. I am sorry. I was thinking about shit and completely spaced
off,” Treat started.

“That is what I am talking about. You think
an apology is gonna work when you are dead?” Stone said.

“Well I am not,” Treat said back and then
glared at them. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, babe, you fucked up,” War said and
stalked to her. “Now, you are gonna make it up to us.”

He grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him
to the bedroom.

“You can’t fuck me every time you get pissed
off, assholes,” Treat yelled.

“Yes we can, I thought we made that clear.”
Stone laughed. “Besides, you need to make it up to us, I lost
nearly a year off my life I was so scared.”

War lowered her head back onto the pillow and
stood, his hands going to the fastening of his jeans. “You want to
apologize? Then start right here.”

Treat slowly got to her knees, unable to take
her eyes away from the sight of War’s cock as he slid his pants to
his knees and freed it, wrapping his hand around it, to stroke it.
“Well if I must.”

Mesmerized by the pearly fluid at the tip of
War’s cock, she reached for him, stopping abruptly when he caught
her hand. Looking up at him expectantly, her eyes widened when he
closed his eyes and drew a deep breath before opening them
again.

“Take it into your mouth.”

Leaning toward him, she had to open her mouth
wide to take the large head of his cock inside, swirling her tongue
around it as she did and licking off the creamy white bead of
pre-cum.

Knowing that both he and Stone watched her,
she closed her eyes and gripped his hips to steady herself, taking
his cock into her mouth as far as she could.

“Slowly, Treat. You are making me crazy,” War
growled.

His rough, grating tone told her she didn’t
have far to go.

Caught up in pleasing him, she started to
suck him, careful not to touch his cock with her teeth.

The deep groan that rumbled from somewhere
deep in his chest seemed to vibrate over her skin, increasing her
awareness of her nudity and sending little prickles through her.
His groan and the way his hands tightened in her hair was
stimulating her down to her pussy.

“That’s it, Treat. Use your tongue. I want to
feel how sorry you are while you suck my cock,” the tone of his
voice had deepened, sending another surge of lust through her. Her
pussy clenched, hungry to be filled, making her shift restlessly
and clamp her thighs together.

She didn’t know where Stone had gone, didn’t
know if he still watched them, but she found herself listening for
any sound that would tell her his whereabouts.

With the intention of making War as mindless
as they made her, she began to slowly bob her head over his cock,
using her tongue to learn every bump and ridge, playing close
attention to what pleased him. She soon became immersed in the
thrill of earning one of War’s groans, a thrill going through her
when his hips jerked or his cock jumped in her mouth. Loving his
taste, she brushed her tongue along the underside, smiling around
his cock when he groaned and his cock jumped again.

With the hand wrapped in her hair, War pulled
her head back.

“Look at me. How sorry are you?”

The steel in his hoarse tone sent another
wave of need through her, and she shifted her position. She hid a
smile when his hips trembled beneath her hands, more proof that
what she did pleased him.

Excited she could have this kind of power
over him, she couldn’t hold back a smile. The inner glow that
filled her gave her a confidence she hadn’t had in a long time, the
confidence of a woman who knew she had her man’s undivided
attention and made him lose a bit of that hard edge of control.

Sticking out her tongue, she licked the head
of his cock and stilled. Sucking in a breath, she dug her nails
into his hips, taken aback at the intimacy of looking into his
indulgent but watchful gaze while taking him into her mouth.

Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue all
around the head of his cock. Concentrating on War’s reaction, she
worked her tongue from base to tip, paying particular attention to
the sensitive underside right below the head.

Stone grinned, reaching down to cup her
breast. “You’ve not had your punishment yet, now have you?”

Flashing a grin that sent a jolt of lust
through her, he slid a hand down to pat her ass before
straightening.

“And we’re
all
going to have a hell of
a lot of fun.”

The soft caress of his work-roughened hand
over her bottom made her breath catch, the promise in his touch
filling her with anticipation.

She watched as he circled the foot of the bed
again, his eyes holding the same promise, but she found herself
brought up short when War tightened his hand in her hair.

Keeping her facing him and preventing her
from seeing Stone, War held her gaze with his own and caressed her
jaw.

“I want to hear a proper apology for scaring
the shit out of us, and disregarding our rules.”

Treat moaned at the possessive firmness of
the hand that moved over her back, a moan cut short by a gasp when
War’s cock touched her cheek. Turning toward it, she took him into
her mouth again, this time staring straight into his eyes.

“On your knees, Treat. Stop trying to rub
your clit. Get that ass up and those legs spread wide.”

Startled when Stone lifted her to her knees,
she held onto War, whose eyes flicked back and forth between hers
and her ass.

Watching him, feeling Stone’s hands on her,
and listening for any clue as to what he planned to do, she
realized she’d become so distracted, she hadn’t been paying
attention to pleasing War.

Cursing herself for her lapse, she sucked
harder, determined to regain some sort of control.

War slid his hands through her hair, his
voice like shattered glass.

“Just feel, Treat. We are gonna show you who
you belong to, and who you will turn to, we love you, we are a
team. Remember that.”

A little startled by his words, she couldn’t
deny they wrapped her in a warm, fuzzy feeling and made her feel
desired and ultra-feminine. Circling the head of his cock with her
tongue, she thrilled when another of those deep moans rumbled in
his throat. Every movement of her tongue, every bob of her head
made him stiffen, as he seemed to be scrambling for control.

Nothing could have excited her more.

At least that’s what she thought until Stone
flattened a hand on her back and slid a thick finger into her
pussy, her slick juices easing his way. Letting her eyes flutter
closed, she clamped down on his finger, pushed back against him,
and in her excitement sucked War harder.

The sexual tension mounted when War held her
face between his hands and began to slowly fill her mouth with his
cock and just as slowly withdraw almost all the way. He did it
again and again—each slow thrust measured and deliberate, his hands
tightening with the effort it must have cost him.

Each time he withdrew, she swirled her tongue
around the head, or teased the tip of his cock with it, alternating
her rhythm to surprise him. When the finger in her pussy began to
move, she bucked restlessly, and without thinking, she sucked hard,
drawing War’s cock all the way to her throat.

“Jesus!” War’s hands moved over her hair, his
movements jerky, and uncontrolled.

Determined to shake that calm control even
more, Treat tried to concentrate on giving him even more pleasure,
but Stone’s strokes to her pussy distracted her and made her
clumsy. Frustrated that she kept letting War’s cock slip from her
mouth, but excited by the low curses pouring from him, she closed
her lips around the head of his cock again, and sucked, hungry for
his taste, and more of those erotic and deep sounds of pleasure
that rumbled from him.

Stone withdrew his finger, teasing her pussy
entrance and chuckling softly when she thrust back against him.

“Patience, darlin’. Let me get my cock inside
you.”

She shuddered, craving the feeling of finally
having her pussy filled. She wanted to be taken, to be the object
of their desire, but more than that, she needed the orgasm that
loomed closer with every second that passed.

Holding onto War and on her knees with her
legs spread wide, she waited breathlessly for Stone to possess her.
Every inch of her body sizzled with heat, each touch of their hands
stoking the fire inside her until she burned everywhere.

Her nipples demanded attention; so tight and
so achy she would have used her own hands on them if she could
have. Her clit felt swollen and heavy, and her pussy clenched of
its own volition, leaking moisture to trickle down her thighs.

Even her bottom tingled, the remembered
threats of what they wanted to do to her there, making her aware of
that part of her, disconcerting her because she’d never experienced
that kind of awareness before.

War ran a hand down her face, his thumb
tracing her lips that stretched over his cock.

“That’s better. You’re not thinking about
anything else now except Stone and me, are you, baby?”

Stone’s powerful thighs brushed against the
backs of her legs as he used them to push hers farther apart.

“She’s not going to be thinking about
anything else for quite a while.”

Forced to release her hold on War’s thighs
and flatten her hands on the bed, Treat moaned around War’s cock at
the caress of air over her damp folds, shaking uncontrollably.

She moaned again when War bent forward and
cupped her breasts, his gentle hands tugging at her nipples. The
answering surge of heat shot straight to her clit, but Stone’s
thighs held hers apart, not allowing her to press them together to
get some relief.

When the head of Stone’s cock pressed against
her drenched pussy, she stilled, only then realizing that she’d
been rocking back and forth on her knees. Pushing back against him
in the need to be filled, she whimpered in her throat when he
denied her.

Stone slid a hand around her to tap her clit,
laughing when she bucked and took the head of his cock inside
her.

“That’s it, Treat. Shit, you’re tight. I want
to feel that pussy clench on me and milk me real good.”

Frantic now, Treat rocked her hips, trying to
get more friction on her clit, crying out around War’s cock when
Stone slid deep, filling her with thick heat.

Filled at both ends, she tried to concentrate
on making both of them come, but each caress of their hands or
stroke of their cocks made her forget everything except the
pleasure. Relying on instinct, she struggled to keep up with
them.

She sucked harder at War, starving for his
taste. Each groan or tightening of his hands thrilled her, the
knowledge that she could shake his control, gave her more
confidence.

War’s hands left her breasts to cup her face
again, holding her still for his smooth strokes into her mouth.

“Taken from both ends, Treat,” his calm tone
had her redoubling her efforts. “That soft mouth feels so good. I
like how that tongue feels sliding over my cock.”

“I need an apology still,” Stone said.

In answer, Treat pushed back against him,
moaning in her throat when he groaned and rubbed his hands over her
back.