Treats Aren't Always Sweet (16 page)

Stone plunged deep, his hands flat on her
back, holding her in place for his thrusts.

She reveled in each bump and ridge of his
cock sliding over her inner flesh, fisting her hands in the covers
to steady herself. Trembling everywhere, she couldn’t stop moaning
around War’s cock, her breath catching each time Stone’s sac
created friction against her clit. Focusing on pleasing War got
harder and harder, her attempts to lick and suck him getting
clumsier as the need to come blocked out everything else.

She couldn’t stop gripping Stone’s cock, his
words of encouragement rendering her senseless.

“Fuck. Your pussy’s so damned tight. I could
fuck you forever.”

War’s hands slid into her hair again, guiding
her movements. “Her mouth’s incredible. Her tongue’s like fucking
velvet.” His hiss was like music to her ears.

“Fucking hell, she has an amazing mouth.”

She sucked on him eagerly, addicted to his
taste and the deep groans that poured from him. Struggling to
concentrate on what he said, she sucked in a breath when one of
Stone’s hands slid around to cover her abdomen and moved lower.

Her clit burned, but Stone merely held her
folds spread, not giving her the touch she needed.

War groaned again. “That’s it, baby. Damn,
that mouth feels good. Not too far. Yeah, honey, just like
that.”

Stone chuckled from behind her, his low laugh
ending abruptly when she clenched on him. “Damn, darlin’, you feel
so fucking good. I know you want me to touch your clit, babe.
You’re just going to have to wait for it.”

War’s thrusts into her mouth came faster, but
his hold on her kept his cock from going too far. “Give it to her
then. She needs to come.”

“No way. Not yet. Look at her buck.”

Treat whimpered at the wave of shivers that
raced through her. Shifting her weight to one side, she held
herself up with one hand and reached down with the other, trying to
keep her balance as she placed her fingers over her clit.

Stone slapped her ass, a sharp slap that
stunned her.

“No, you don’t.”

He thrust faster, each word bit out between
clenched teeth on each deep stroke.

“
No. No. No. I.
Make.
You. Come.”

Frustrated that he wouldn’t give her clit the
attention she needed, she pushed back against him and lost her
balance.

War caught her, dropping his knees on the bed
and using his thighs to support her, rubbing his hands over her
shoulders. “Easy, honey. I’ve got you. Hell, I’m gonna come. If you
don’t want to swallow, baby, let go—oh, hell.”

The jolt of fire that hit her when Stone
pinched her clit had her whimpering in her throat and sucking War
harder.

War cursed, holding her steady with his hands
in her hair and pulsed his release into her mouth. The muscles in
his thighs became rock hard and trembled beneath her hands as he
groaned and slowed his strokes.

Awestruck that she could draw such a response
from him, she eagerly swallowed every drop, crying out from the
strokes to her clit, each one like a live wire touching her and
sending sharp sizzles racing through her.

She couldn’t stay still, rocking her hips no
matter how hard she tried not to, afraid she would dislodge Stone’s
finger from where he held it over her clit.

Withdrawing from her mouth, War knelt on the
floor in front of her and held her against his shoulder, pushing
her hair back from her face and smiling down at her. Cupping a
breast, he used his thumb to caress her nipple just as the pleasure
at her slit seemed to explode.

Arching her back, she lifted her bottom
higher into Stone’s deep thrusts, crying out as he plunged deep and
came, his cock jumping inside her. Her pussy milked him as the
waves of bliss continued to race through her, the slowing drag of
his fingers back and forth over her slippery clit keeping her on
the razor-sharp edge of release for so long she screamed, a pinch
of her clit sending her the rest of the way over.

Holding onto War and pressing her face
against his soft, sweat drenched skin, she breathed in his clean
scent, wishing this moment could last forever. She felt the sting
of a slap on her ass, sat up, and glared at Stone.

“APOLOGIZE!” He smiled.

Treat opened an eye when she heard her phone
ring. The men were gone, they had already said goodbye and told her
she needed to stay in the house and wait for them to come back. She
hadn’t argued.

“Hello,” she said into the phone
sleepily.

“Treat?” a woman said to her.

“Yeah, who is this?” she said groggily.

“This is Trixie, we met at the party. The
boys told me to pick you up and bring you to the clubhouse,” the
woman said.

“Yeah, okay, I will be out front in a
few.”

“Okay, see you then.” Treat grabbed her
clothes and took a quick shower. She couldn’t wait to have time to
actually talk to the guys about their house, it was okay, but the
house needed some work.

When she was done, she heard the honk
outside. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and walked out the
door. As she walked she texted the guys she was on her way, like
they told her she was supposed to do anytime she left the
house.

“Hey, Treat,” the woman smiled at her as she
slid into the car. Treat remembered her then, she was Skid’s old
lady.

“Hey,” Treat said as her phone dinged. “How
is Skid doing?”

The man was hilarious, she had met him only a
few times, but every time he made her laugh. Trixie she had just
met this last trip, she had been a new addition to Skid’s life in
the last year, and Treat had been happy for the man.

“Oh, he is fine,” Trixie said and Treat
pulled up her phone and saw War had texted her in reply.

When she clicked on the message, she
frowned.

DID NOT SEND ANYONE

“I really wish you wouldn’t have done that,”
Trixie said with a hard voice and Treat looked up. “It would have
made getting out of here easier.”

“What?” Treat said and she heard a noise in
the back seat. She looked over the edge and there lay Boo, on the
floor, tied up with Buddy sleeping on her chest.

“You know when we met, you never questioned a
damn thing. I mean, seriously, you would think you would have known
me,” Trixie said and Treat turned to the woman who was smiling and
pointing a gun at her.

“I don’t know who you are,” Treat snapped and
narrowed her eyes. “But I do know you are gonna be dead when I am
done with you.”

“Please, like you killed my sister?” Trixie
said. “Yeah, you like my name, it was a dead giveaway. Trick—Trixie
but you didn’t care did you. You didn’t care that you killed her. I
know you were the one who got her mixed up with these bikers. My
sister would never have gotten involved in anything like that
willingly. Then you killed her.”

“What are you talking about? Trick didn’t
have any family,” Treat snapped.

The woman growled, yes, actually growled at
her. “I WAS HER FAMILY! SHE WAS MY SISTER BEFORE YOU TOOK HER AWAY
FROM ME!”

That was the last thing she heard the gun
fired loudly and Treat felt nothing.

They found her, after all this crap they
actually found her. War was listening to Stone speak to the man who
married Treat’s mother. He felt satisfaction they were going to be
able to give this to Treat. They only needed to figure out how the
hell they would tell her they had been keeping something from her.
That conversation may not go well, but in the end, hopefully she
would be happy.

“Son, we will be there as soon as we can get
the jet here to bring us back to the States. I am sorry my wife
broke down on you when you called. Trust that she is overwhelmed
with the news and too a little nervous on meeting her daughter once
again after so many years of endless searches that led to dead
ends,” Marco Dominic Acciai spoke through the phone with Stone.

“We haven’t told her everything yet but when
we go back to the house we will fill her in. We aren’t quite sure
how she is going to react but she is a strong woman and after she
absorbs all the information, we are sure she will be happy.”

“I am a little concerned about this man you
told me about. I worry for her safety.”

“We have that covered, she will—” Stone
stopped talking when War jumped up with his phone at his ear.

“What the fuck?” War yelled and ran for the
door.

“War, what?”

“Treat said she was on her way, her ride had
just arrived to get her,” War yelled over his shoulder and Stone
pushed himself up to follow him and spoke into his phone, “Got an
issue, talk with you later,” and disconnected his call.

They ran out into the courtyard just as the
old beater of a car slammed through the gate, whoever was driving
missed the brother who was guarding it by inches as he dove to the
side.

Men poured out of the house behind him,
yelling loudly but War and Stone had only one thing in mind.
Finding their woman.

“War, Stone, Bic said she heard a gunshot.
Jilly is alone in the house, Boo and Buddy are gone. She is
panicking. Kink and the others just got here but they weren’t in a
place they could follow,” Free snapped.

Nike and Bob walked right up to Free and held
out the phone to him.
They were calm, which was a little
scary
, Stone thought for a second. Free took the phone and
said.

“Yeah.”

They waited, he wasn’t on the phone long, and
when he hung up he looked grim.

“That was Shady,” he said and both men
nodded. “The woman who has Treat is Trixie, man, Skid’s woman. She
is Trick’s sister. Called Shady while she was picking up Treat,
told Shady she was finally going to feel the pain she had felt when
they killed her sister. The last thing she heard was the gunshot
and then Trixie laughed and hung up.”

“In our own house?” War yelled.

“You have got to be shitting me!” Stone said
at the same time.

Match came up to the group. “Skid is down, it
is bad, man, we gotta get him to the hospital.”

Bob and Nike looked at War and Stone and Nike
said, “We are with you.”

Free nodded and then turned and began barking
orders. War looked at the girls and said, “You listen to
orders.”

Stone and War walked to their bikes. Right
now the club needed to deal with this shit, and they needed to find
Treat. Kink, Raven, and Joker rolled up and waited while Nike and
Bob went to their bikes as well. Stone raised his hand and the
others followed as he left the compound. It was time to find out
where that little fuck was hiding, and he knew just the rat that
would know.

Treat moaned as she turned her head. Fuck she
hurt, like everywhere. Slowly she fought to open her eyes. She was
on a hard surface, damn, and her shoulder was blazing. What the
fuck happened?

“Don’t move,” someone whispered quietly. “I
got the bullet out when you were passed out. But it wasn’t clean,
they only gave me enough to patch you up.”

“What?” Treat whispered and tried to open her
eyes again. “Where the fuck am I?”

“We were taken, remember? You, me, and
Buddy,” the voice said.

Treat flinched as she began to remember.
Fuck, Trix? Trick? What the hell? Somehow the fact that her past
was once again coming back to haunt her seemed to piss her the fuck
off. Why the hell couldn’t anything be fucking simple? Shit, Trick
was a treacherous whore, and apparently so was her sister. She
didn’t care, the chick didn’t mean anything to her, and fucking
hell, she was done with feeling guilty about shit. Trick made her
own bed, she should never have done what she did. It was suicide
and thankfully the guys hadn’t taken the fact she was best friends
with the psycho as a reason to kick her ass out. But a year later
and she was still causing misery? It was done, Treat was done, this
crap was going to stop, and then she was going to be exactly what
she was made to be. A Lady Rider.