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  “Open up, baby,” he commands. He thrusts his still hard cock in my mouth and I suck him hard, trying to swallow every drop of semen he produces. Cool air hits my sex as Michigan’s mouth leaves me but I have no time to mourn the loss because his hips are between my legs in no time.

  Instinctively, I hook my ankles around his muscular butt and pull him closer. He spreads me with one hand, readying me, and with one thrust impales me on his shaft. Easy keeps thrusting in my mouth, his now thickening cock tickling the back of my throat. I open my mouth wider, relax my throat until he’s past the gag reflex and his wiry pubic curls are tickling my nose.

  Now I’m full. Now I’m complete.

  Michigan’s fingers bite into my hips as he jerks me against him. Deliberately, I contract my sex muscles and am rewarded instantly with a deeply satisfied male groan. His pace quickens and I hear the slap of his skin against mine as his thrusts become harder and wilder.

  I give myself over to the moment and luxuriate in the decadence of having two men devoted to nothing but pleasuring me over and over and over again. Pleasure seizes me, swallows me whole and my whole body is engulfed in ecstasy.

  They collapse next to me as I fade into unconsciousness once again.

  Chapter Two

  Easy

  Annie’s stomach wakes her up midafternoon. Our bags are packed and Michigan has made a food run twice while she’s slept. I worry that she might be too sore for a ride back home on one of our bikes.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t have taken her that last time.” My mouth is full of burrito but Michigan understands me. We’ve been together since we were eighteen and stupid new Marine recruits. Eleven years later and we’re still together, just not as stupid.

  Instead we were growing jaded and unhappy. Michigan and I wanted an unconventional life—to share one woman. It’s easy—no pun intended—to get a chick to fuck us one night or even several. But to have a relationship with us? Shit, those women didn’t exist. At least that’s what Michigan thought. He’d given up on finding the one.

  I’m not sure what he had planned on doing other than smoke himself into an early grave. Then Annie came along and Michigan’s eyes have some life to them and he hasn’t picked up a cancer stick since she put on those claiming cuffs. Fuck, I get hard every time I look at her wrists.

  “You want to rent a cage?”

  Driving a pickup or some other four-wheel vehicle is like riding in a cage when your preferred method of transportation is on the back of a low-riding, two-wheeled machine but I’d make that sacrifice if Annie needed it.

  “Let’s see how it goes. If she’s shifting like an antsy kid on the back of the bike, then we’ll stop and do a rental before we get past the city limits.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Any further conversation is put on hold when Annie bolts upright in the bed. Her hair is bunched up into a messy nest. Probably from all the times I stuck my hands in it when I was fucking her mouth or her ass or her tight cunt. No doubt she’d look in the mirror and think it looks terrible, but I love it and a quick glance at Michigan’s admiring face tells me loves it too.

  But I know better than to suggest she leave it like that.

  “My goodness, why didn’t you wake me up?” She jumps out of bed and I lean back to watch the show as she roots around for clean clothes. Grabbing up a shopping bag, she runs to the bathroom, her pert, small breasts jiggling the whole way. Michigan releases a small chuckle when the door slams shut behind her. “I heard that,” she calls through the door.

  “You’re looking gorgeous, sweetheart,” he yells and flashes me a quick grin.

  Yup, Annie turned up right in time.

  We hear a screech as her eyes must have met the mirror, taking in what both Michigan and I think is sexy as fuck but she clearly does not.

  She wrenches open the door. “I hate you for not telling me I look like a nightmare.”

  “Baby, if that’s what nightmares look like, I’m going to watch scary movies every night.” I stretch my arms across the back of the sofa appreciating that she hasn’t noticed she’s naked yet. Or maybe we’ve fucked enough that she’s getting comfortable around us.

  She snorts and slams the door. Soon the sounds of the shower are running.

  Michigan’s grin falls away and he turns to me with a serious expression. “How are we going to play this back home? We can’t keep making up a bunch of stories to cover her absence and I don’t want to go home every night and not have her in bed with us.”

  I rub my chin. “I’ve been thinking about it. The best thing is to move her in with us but I’m not sure she’s ready for that.”

  “Yeah, don’t fucking bring that up yet. I don’t want her running away.” He’s worried and the truth is I am too. We don’t know much about Annie other than she’s lived with her old man all her life. He’s a preacher and Annie was a virgin when she came to us so he’s probably been pretty strict with her.

  “What about her mom? Has she said much to you about her?”

  “Nope.” He shakes his head. “Only that the mom left when Annie was young. Annie sounds real grateful whenever she talks about her old man—how he didn’t leave her too and allowed her to come back and live with him when she couldn’t get hired on anywhere else after high school.”

  “You don’t think that’s weird?”

  “What?”

  “All of it. That she’s grateful her fucking father didn’t leave her. That she couldn’t get a job, even at a grocery store or something, and had to go back home?”

  He’s quiet, thinking about it, and then frowns. “You think he had something to do with her not getting a job?”

  “Annie’s smart and nice. I can’t see her getting turned down from an entry level job somewhere.”

  “So her old man is a controlling bastard who probably drove his wife away and has made his daughter think that she should be grateful that he’s doing his parental duty.”

  “About sums it up for me.”

  The shower shuts off and I jerk my head at the bathroom door. Michigan nods. This is a conversation Annie doesn’t appear ready to have yet but we will need to talk to her about how we work out the dating thing.

  “It should be you,” Michigan says.

  “Why me? I haven’t fucking dated a chick since high school.” My courting techniques are pretty rusty. I haven’t met a father or had to sweet-talk him into letting me into his daughter’s bedroom since forever.

  “Because you’re from Fortune. You’ve got three generations in that town and a shit ton more respectability than me.”

  “We wear the same colors.” I point to our leather cuts hanging over the back of two chairs that proclaim us to be Death Lords enforcers. We aren’t just members in a motorcycle club; we’re officers, my generations of living in Fortune notwithstanding.

  “You got to admit that her old man is going to think you’re a better catch than me.”

  “I don’t got to admit shit. I’m a former Marine, so are you. I’m an enforcer with the club, so are you. I work at Mallory’s Manufacturing delivering shit and so do you. So don’t come at with me with the you’re more respectable than me bullshit.”

  He sighs in frustration and runs his hands over his head. “Look, I don’t want to date her either. I just want—”

  In our stupid fucking ignorance, we failed to notice that the door to the bathroom door had opened. Annie stood there, hurt all over her face, looking like she either wants to cry or punch us. Please, punch us. Tears from her would render me completely incapacitated.

  “That was not a very nice conversation to listen to.” Her voice trembles a little.

  “It’s not what you think.” I half rise and hold out my hand as if I can hold back her tears with a gesture.

  “Okay. Then explain it for me.”

  “Thank Christ,” I breathe. Michigan hasn’t moved, probably because he’s afraid the whole amazing thing is going to blow up in our faces. I start talking. “We want
you in our lives. We gave you those claiming bracelets because we want you to wear them all of the fucking time, not just when you’re with us. We suspect your old man is pretty strict, right?” I pause and continue when she nods. “So far we’ve had to make up a couple of stories to get you with us but we don’t want to continue doing that.”

  “What do you want?” she asks in a quiet, small voice.

  The fear in her voice galvanizes Michigan. “We want you. All the time. In our beds. In our lives. What about you?”

  She exhales deeply and steps into the room toward Michigan and me. “I want you both but you’re right. Father does not believe in premarital sex and he isn’t going to approve of me sleeping with you. I need to find my own place.”

  Michigan growls. “You can move in with us.”

  She shakes her head. “I can’t. I mean, I could but I also need a new job. Father’ll consider me dating the both of you too sinful for me to have a place in the church. The last church secretary had to leave because she got a divorce. Father said it was unseemly and that the church staff had to be above approach." She gives us a wry smile. "Even having sex outside of marriage is enough to get me in hot water with him."

  Michigan’s eyebrows shoot into his forehead. "Sounds like ninety-nine percent of your church is going to hell then."

  "It's okay for you to sit in the pews and sin but not in the church office.” She hesitates. “And I’d like to have my own place just in case.”

  "In case of what?" Michigan frowns.

  "In case we dump her," I interrupt. "Isn't that what you're thinking, baby?"

  She flushes, but straightening her shoulders she says, “We've known each other for only a short time. You say it's serious and I feel like there's something special between us. I've never felt the need to lie to Father or break rules just to have something or be with someone. But with you two, the compulsion is so strong I can't resist. How do I know it’s the same for you? You’ve had other women before, shared other woman. You could be tired of me next week; then I wouldn’t have a job or a place to live.”

  She lifts her hair that she’s wrapped in a ponytail. “I get that this is my own insecurity talking but when I was in the bathroom I kept asking myself. What am I doing? I have no ability to keep these two men interested. They are motorcycle club members. The hottest women in the county flock to your doorstep and I’m a fool for believing I can hold the interest of both of you. So yeah, I’m scared and getting my own place and a new job will do a lot in making me feel more secure.”

  Michigan looks like he wants to protest but I hold up my hand again like some stupid traffic cop. “Okay, but until then one of us is dating you and we’ll find time together. It doesn’t have to be at night even though we want to wake up fucking you like this morning.”

  She turns a deep, interesting red as we all contemplate this morning’s activities.

  "Is this just about sex then? It seems to me you two could get that anywhere."

  "It's not about sex," Michigan says impatiently. "There's a lot more to it. You know that."

  "I don't know anything. That's the problem," she protests. "I've never dated. Never had another man."

  "Is that what you want? Another man to see if we're good enough?" Michigan's voice is sharp but behind the anger, I hear echoes of vulnerabilities and I hope Annie can hear it too.

  "No, I know you're good enough. It's me. I'm insecure and I don't want to be a needy, insecure girl. I've got money saved and I'm going to look for a new job. Maybe I can take online courses to get a degree in something like bookkeeping. That way I'm not dependent on you for every little thing and I won't become a clingy, whiny girl in need of reassurance every five seconds because that's how I feel right now. And honestly I've never felt that way before. I don't like it."

  After her outburst, she stares miserably at her hands.

  "Baby, you've got nothing to be worried about. We'll like it if you're clingy and needy. We want you to need us but I understand what you're saying. You get that apartment and new job but make sure that you're sleeping with us and if you need anything, we're here."

  “I just want us to last," she says.

  "Same here." Michigan’s voice is rough with emotion.

  Mine is too but I manage to nod and say, "When you find a place, you let us know so we can check it out. Okay?"

  "Yes, that's fine with me."

  Michigan snorts. “Fuck. You think what we have is something ordinary? I’ve never been so hard, come so long or felt so good as I did with you. My dick wants to live inside of you.”

  “Mine too,” I volunteer. “And frankly, Annie, you’re too horny to be let out on the town of Fortune without one of us with you. One or both of our dicks will need to be with you at all times so you don’t attack the poor, unsuspecting men of our town.”

  “Don’t fucking joke about her being with another man.” He points an angry finger at me. “No one’s dick gets in her pussy but yours or mine.” He turns to Annie. “You hear me? That pussy is ours and no one else’s.”

  “I don’t want anyone else,” she cries. “Just you two.” Her eyes widen. “Gosh, I sound terrible, don’t I? That I want two of you.”

  “Nah, just think of us as one guy with two dicks.”

  “What?” Michigan and Annie both shout. I topple over with laughter.

  I’m still laughing when Michigan hustles us out of the hotel. He carries the helmet we bought Annie at the Harley store in the giant mall across the street, with his saddle bags tucked over his shoulder. Her hand is clasped in his and I follow along, watching her sweet ass sway gently.

  “Are you staring at me?” she calls over her shoulder.

  I readjust the strap of the leather bag and then speed up to throw an arm around her shoulder. Annie’s only about six inches shorter than Michigan and eight inches shorter than me. It’s not a strain to walk with her as it is with other, shorter girls.

  “Yup. You have a first class ass and world class legs. I like watching them work.”

  “I like them digging into my ass,” Michigan says.

  “I like that too or her ankles by my ears. That way when I’m fucking her I can really pound into that ass.”

  A couple passes us as we exit the lobby and the man looks like he is about to have an apoplexy while the woman is intrigued.

  “Shut up,” Annie chastises as she realizes the couple is eavesdropping.

  “Shut up about your ass or your legs? I guess I can talk about your perky-ass tits and how I like sucking the whole damn thing into my mouth.”

  “Oh my god,” she says and drops her chin into her chest.

  Michigan’s chest is shaking with repressed laughter.

  “Why don’t you ever talk about me like that?” I hear the woman ask her man.

  He mumbles some reply. I don’t care who hears me praising my woman. If she’s a little insecure then I’m going to do my level best to make sure she has no reason to doubt that I’ll never look at another woman as long as I have her.

  Chapter Three

  Annie

  We stop at the outskirts of the city, about fifty minutes away from Fortune, for a late lunch, early dinner.

  In the diner, I’m squished between Michigan’s hard thighs and the wall. He hasn’t stopped touching me since we left the hotel and I can’t say I mind it. Easy’s been full of affection as well. I guess they are working hard at trying to prove that I’m not just a one-night or three-night stand but someone they truly want in their lives forever.

  Forever.

  It’s hard for me to wrap my head around it.

  “Tell us what you do as church secretary,” Easy invites after our food’s been delivered. Big hamburgers for all three of us because gosh, I am so hungry after the workout they’ve put me through. “Maybe we can help you find a job.”

  “I don’t care what I do, so long as it pays okay. I’d be okay with working the cash register at the gas station or bagging groceries. You know I even applied
to Mallory’s when I graduated from high school.”

  “And they turned you away?”

  “Yes, everyone did.”

  “That’s really fucking weird, don’t you think?” Easy asks between bites.

  It was frustrating at the time, but weird? I shrug. “I don’t know but I was really grateful that Father took me in and let me have the church secretary position. He had other applicants. Anyway, let’s see. I pay the bills, log in all the donations, send out tax information to our parishioners, put the church bulletin together, keep track of prayer requests, deaths, births, special announcements. I can play the piano too.”

  The two sit there with their mouths half open. Finally Michigan shakes himself.

  “All of that? I thought you said you were a fucking secretary.”

  “I am.”

  “No, sweetheart.” He sets down his burger and shifts in the booth so he can look me in the eye. “You’re a bookkeeper, secretary and receptionist all in one.”

  “Okay. Do you know of anyone who needs a bookkeeper, secretary and receptionist?”

  A broad grin spreads across his face. “I do.”

  “Judge needs an office manager at his custom shop, Wheel’s Up,” Easy explains. “He’s been complaining about it forever and if this shuts him up, the entire club will be kissing your feet.”

  “Don’t force me on him. I want him to hire me because he thinks I’d do a good job, not because I’m sleeping with the two of you.”

  “No one makes Judge do anything, so trust me, he’ll only be hiring you if he thinks you’re competent. But you are, so there’s no worries. You go home, work this out with your dad and let us know when you’re ready to meet Judge.”

  “This is happening so fast.”

  “Is that a complaint or a compliment?”

  “An observation. I want it to happen but I’m scared and excited at the same time.”

  “Hold on to the excitement, then, baby. It’ll all work out.” Easy’s so confident that I can’t help but smile back at him.

  After eating a little more of my hamburger, I ask something I’ve been dying to know since I first learned about the existence of the motorcycle club in town. "How’d the Death Lords come to be? Or can't you say?"