Her Double Mountain Outlaws: Blackthorn Mountain Men, book 8, page 11
“Oh God, oh God, oh God…”
I mumbled, whimpering and moaning as Caleb’s mouth found mine. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as his friend slowly pushed inch after thick, rock-hard inch into my ass. The whine in my throat grew louder and louder, the heat exploding through me as suddenly, I felt more full than I’d ever felt before.
“So fucking full,” I gasped. “So fucking good!”
Landon grunted, rocking his hips forward, and a the last few inches buried deep in my butt, I cried out in pleasure. We all panted, muscles straining as we sat still for one second, like they were letting me get used to the feeling. And slowly, I did. Slowly, the whole thing just became pure bliss as I felt both of their huge cocks twitch inside of me.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” Landon panted into my ear. “Fuck, this ass is so fucking tight around my cock, baby girl. I can feel you tightening up on me too… squeezing my cock like a fucking glove.”
They both grunted, pushing in and grinding into me as I whimpered in pleasure, not even able to say words. The two of them slowly began to slide out, four big hands holding me firmly between them as inch after slick, throbbing inch of their big, yummy cocks slid out of me. I shivered at the feel of both their heads barely inside, before they grunted together as they both drove in all over again. Pleasure exploded through me, and I screamed in ecstasy as they filled me up like nothing I’d ever known.
And then, we started to move.
It started slow, all three of us trying to find a rhythm. But slowly, they found it. I whimpered for more as they started to work together, making me bounce up and down on Caleb’s cock, all while Landon gripped me firmly around the waist and crouched above me, fucking my ass with deep, powerful thrusts. Muscles rippled against me, hands tightened on my skin, and two perfect mouths kissed and sucked across my skin.
Caleb’s lips wrapped around a pink nipple, sucking it as his tongue swirled around the aching point. Landon’s teeth raked across the back of my neck before he sucked on my skin, sending lightning down my back. His hand slid into my hair, tangling in it and pulling it tight as they both started to move faster and faster. They grunted, both of them driving in hard, and fucking me so fucking good I thought I might pass out. I came at some point, and then came again as Caleb’s hand found my clit as he fucked my tight little cunt hard with that gorgeous cock of his.
“I know you wanna come one more time for us, angel,” Caleb groaned into my skin, fucking me harder as my slick honey dripped all over him, coating his balls and making his hard cock glisten as he plunged in and out of me.
“I know you want to be our bad little girl and fucking come with these two big dicks fucking your naughty little holes. You want to come all over my dick with his cock deep in that asshole? You want to feel him claiming that tight little butt while your pretty pussy comes for me?”
I screamed, rocking faster, harder, my hips rolling into a blur as both men pushed into me. Our bodies slid wetly together as they pressed me tight between them. Two utterly perfect cocks slid in and out—fucking me, claiming me, dominating me, melting me, until I knew I was about to shatter.
“Come on our cocks, angel,” Landon hissed into my ear, his hips crashing into me as he fucked my ass hard. His hands tugged at my hair as Caleb’s mouth sucked at my nipples, my breasts, my neck, his thickness plunging in and out of my pussy as I leaked cream all over him.
“Come for us, babygirl,” Caleb grunted as his cock began to swell up. “Show me how bad girls come when they’re getting fucked by two big dicks. Show me how a bad girl takes every fucking drop of our cum in both her naughty holes.”
My moans became a constant stream of mewling, panting, whimpering pleas as the heat built and built inside of me, until I knew I was going to explode.
Hard.
“Fuck me!” I cried out, shaking and trembling as I started to fall. “Fuck me! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!”
“Come for us, baby-girl” Landon hissed in my ear, fucking his cock deep into my ass. “Let me feel you come for us, Kennedy.”
They both drove in together, and it was like the trigger that ignited the whole thing.
I screamed as the orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami. The whole world went white, and I wasn’t even sure I was making sounds for a second before the scream of pure pleasure thundered from my lips.
Again, and again, I rode my climax higher and higher until I could feel both of them swell up somehow even harder. I crashed into another orgasm, twisting and writhing between them before they went crashing over with me.
Caleb grunted, grinding his cock as deep inside of me as he could get as he twitched, pulsed, and then let go with a roar. I cried out, feeling his hot, sticky cum splashing inside of me, filling me more and more as he just kept coming. Landon snarled into my neck, driving his cock deep inside of my ass before he went crashing over too.
His muscles rippled, hands tight and his cock pulsing as his cock emptied rope after thick sticky rope of cum deep in my ass. I whimpered, tumbling into yet another climax as both men ground into me. Until slowly—panting and slick with sweat—the three of us groaned to a halt. I gasped for air, every single fiber of my being quivering at what’d just happened, and at the same time, wanting more.
And I did want more. A lot more.
Caleb’s lips kissed mine, and I felt Landon’s brushing the back of my neck before I turned and kissed him slowly. I turned back, dropping my lips back to Caleb, just melting in the moment of what’d just happened.
I’d gotten a taste of the real thing—of the forbidden, sinfully wicked fruit. Or in this case, two of the fruits.
And now, I just wanted more.
14
Landon
The feel of her stirring is what woke me, somehow. You’d have thought after the night the three of us had, nothing short of an A-bomb would have roused my tired ass. But I guess it was the feel of her skin sliding across mine—her warmth leaving my body.
I opened my eyes, growling for a second as my hand slid to hers, tugging her back. Kennedy turned, moonlight glowing over her face as she grinned, her eyes flashing over me.
“Sneaking off?”
She shook her head.
“Hell no,” she whispered. “Just need some water.”
“I’ll grab it for you.”
She smiled. “My hero. But no, stay. I’ll be right back.”
She leaned down, kissing me softly before rolling and kissing Caleb’s sleeping cheek. She slid from the bed, snagging a button-up plaid shirt of mine from the back of the chair in the room, slipping it on her shoulders as she padded out of my bedroom.
I glanced over at Caleb’s sleeping form, on the far side of the king-sized bed, and chuckled as I heard him snore. No, it’s not like he and I were in the habit of sharing a room—definitely not a bed. But with Kennedy? Well, I could see the three of us crashing in either his room or mine being a much more regular thing. I was going to have to buy earplugs if his snoring ass kept it up though.
I sighed as I sat back in the bed.
Fuck, the night had been amazing. The sex, yes, but it was everything that came with it. Sharing her like that, and then dancing, and seeing the recognition from people we knew? I guess it kind of sank home that this was real. This wasn’t something passing, this was here to stay.
After the tattoo, and the both of us claiming her together like that, we’d managed to tumble our way up here. Caleb and I had dragged her to our shower, our fingers and mouths making her scream for more as we suds her up and massaged her aching muscles under the water. I’d put a fresh wrap on her new ink, we’d brought her back to my room, and the two of us had devoured her with our mouths until I swear she’d passed out for a sec.
And after that, when she’d been moaning between us—on her knees rocking back to take Caleb deep in her ass while she swallowed my cock? Well, needless to say, there’d been another shower necessary after we’d made her come three more times.
I listened to the sound of the water turning on out in the kitchen of our big open-area of the loft. I grinned, imagining Kennedy out there nude except for one of my shirts. Heat throbbed through me, and I felt my cock begin to swell.
Fuck, I could not get enough of her.
I glanced at Caleb and debated waking him up but shook my head.
Nah. Too bad for him if he was sleeping. And besides, I had too many thoughts of bending Kennedy over the kitchen sink, lifting that shirt, and just slowly easing my cock inside of that tempting, hot little cunt to care much about waiting for Caleb.
I slid from the bed and stretched my muscles. And I was just about head out and go find the woman who drove me wild, when I heard her talking.
…To me, seemingly.
I froze.
“What, you need some water too?”
I paused, frowning in the darkness. The door to my room was half closed. Kennedy couldn’t see me, and there’s no way in hell she’d heard me stand from the bed.
“Landon?” There was something odd in her voice.
“Hey, quit being creepy and say something. I can barely see you lurking around the shadows like—”
I bolted even before I heard her scream.
Blood thundered through me, and I barreled out of my bedroom with a roar, buck naked and running full tilt towards the shadowy figure advancing on Kennedy in the darkness. The man half turned at the sound of me, and I saw the gun being drawn in slow motion, but it was already way too late for that.
He grunted as I slammed into him like a fucking mac truck hitting what’s about to be road-kill, the full force of my run sending him crashing to the ground and then sliding across the floor. I snarled, shoving his gun away and then pounding my fist into his face. He cried out, flailing with his arms and trying to pull away from me somehow.
…But he’d just fucked with the wrong man.
He’d just come looking for trouble in the last fucking place he should’ve been looking for it. Because suddenly, all that rage I’d kept locked up inside all of those years, and all the pain of the fighting rings I used to exist in, came rushing back. The world tuned out, and all I saw was blackness and red mist as I hit him again and again and again, until I was barely aware of both Kennedy and Caleb dragging me off of him.
“Landon!”
Caleb roared in my face, shaking me. I tried to fight him off, my eyes blazing fire as they looked past my friend to the huddled, still shape of the man who’d broken in.
“Jesus fuck, Landon!” Caleb hissed again, shoving me back. “You’re gonna fucking kill him, man,” he snarled.
“Good!” I roared back. “He had a gun, Caleb. Kennedy—”
“I’m okay, I’m okay.”
Her voice washed over me like some sort of calming blanket—a softness that instantly took the rage from my veins and stopped the shaking. I took a breath, my chest heaving and my fists slowly uncurling.
“Hey,” she said quietly, wrapping her arms around me there on the floor. “Come back to me, Landon,” she whispered in my ear. “Come back. We’re okay, okay? We’re all oka—”
The window above the sink shattered, and when I heard the peppering thud-thud-thud of something pelting the refrigerator, and the wall, and the door to my room, and the glass-framed artwork of Caleb’s, my body just moved on impulse.
So did Caleb’s.
Kennedy screamed as the hail of bullets shredded through the loft, glass shattering everywhere and the microwave above our stove exploding in a shower of sparks and fire. We both dove for her, pinning her to the floor and covering her with both of our bodies. I could hear myself roaring and feel the spray of brick dust and glass raining down across my back. The bullets just kept coming, and coming, and coming, until suddenly, the night went still.
I froze, and when it wasn’t until I heard the squeal of tires outside that I lunged up and ran for my room. I yanked the .45 out of my beside table, pelting back through the shattered loft to the far shattered window. I screamed as I fired, arm steady as I squeezed of round after round at the taillights roaring away down the street. I saw one blink out from one of my shots, but pretty soon, the car squealed around a corner, and was gone.
I lowered the gun, feeling the adrenaline blazing through me before I turned and moved back to Caleb and Kennedy. She was shaking in his arms, and when I came up behind her and also wrapped my arms around her, I could feel her gasping for air, trembling between us.
I glanced past her cheek at Caleb, and saw the grim look on his face, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. We both knew what this meant.
…Harry Shaunessy—Shotgun Shaunessy—had found us. Somehow, even though we’d disappeared into the wilds up here on Blackthorn, the motherfucker had found us.
Suddenly, I whirled, my eye blazing as I turned towards the intruder I’d knocked the fuck out.
...He was gone.
I growled, pulling away from Kennedy and stalking towards the front door, which was half open—a trail of blood dripping across the landing and down the flight of stairs. My eyes scanned the night, but I already knew the fucker had probably managed to drag himself back to the drive-by car while they’d been spraying our goddamn home and our business with bullets.
I closed the door, turning, my muscles tensing and my jaw clenched tight. I looked at Kennedy, my mouth grim before I turned my eyes to Caleb.
“Harry,” he growled, his eyes blazing as hot as mine. “You know it’s Harry.”
I nodded, moving towards them and pulling Kennedy into me.
“The fuck do we do now,” Caleb hissed.
“Now?” My hands tightened on the girl I’d fallen for, every fiber of my being knowing I’d move heaven and hell, and storm both, to keep her safe.
“Now, we get ready to fight.”
Caleb nodded grimly. “It’s going to be us against the full force of his guys. You know that, right?”
I nodded back, leaning into kiss the top of Kennedy’s head as my arms tightened around her.
“Guess we better start calling in some favors.”
15
Caleb
The cigarette twirled in my fingers, rolling between my thumb and forefinger. Something fierce burned inside of me—rage anger, but my mind and my emotions also focused on something more immediate.
Her.
I looked across the garage through the glass windows of the office at Kennedy. She was sitting with her sister, Jackie, along with Addison, Ryker’s wife, and Axe’s wife Larkin. The rest of the world sort of tuned out, until my eyes saw Kennedy and Kennedy only, sitting there nursing a cup of coffee. The cigarette spun in my fingers again, before I brought it to my mouth, slipping it between my lips.
I didn’t light it.
I never did. I’d given up smoking along on with drinking and drugs when I’d gone clean. And now, they were almost like a focusing exercise for me. The one in my lips in that garage sure as shit was. It was helping me ground myself—to stop the whirlwind of rage swirling inside from consuming me. Because as furious as I was that someone had come after us, the fact that they could have hurt Kennedy too almost pushed me over the brink.
But blind rage would get us nowhere. I knew that. Landon knew it all too well. What we needed was to keep our shit together and think.
“If you’re looking for a lighter, I’ve probably got one in the office,” Axe growled, eyeing me as he stroked his big beard. Next to him, Ryker smirked.
“He’s no gonna light it.”
Ryker had known Landon and I from back in Vegas. For one, because he’d also been involved in some fringe-level shady shit for shady people, but for two, we’d done some ink work on him. Landon had done the Viking crest on his arm, and I’d inked his daughter Kyrie’s name over his heart. Needless to say, he’d seen me with the unlit cigarette on more than one occasion.
Axe arched a brow but just shook his head. He folded his big arms over his chest, glowering at Landon and I.
“You recognize the guy you beat the shit out of?”
Landon shook his head. “Never seen him before, but he was one of Harry’s guys, I know it.”
Axe glanced at Ryker, who nodded. Shotgun Shaunessy was a name he knew from down in Nevada too.
“What makes you think it’s this guy’s crew after you two?”
I smiled grimly. “Because Harry can’t forget if he loaned someone a fucking dollar to get a Coke, and he thinks we lifted three-hundred-and-fifty-thousand from him.”
Axe’s brow furrowed. Next to him, Stone did the same thing.
“Do I even want to fucking know why he might ‘think’ that?”
I pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and smiled thinly.
“Because we did. Sort of.”
Axe swore, muttering as he turned to Ryker. “This Harry guy a serious player down there?”
Ryker scowled. “Big enough that you don’t want to fuck with him. The guy’s a fuckin’ psychopath. Even the Moretti family stays the fuck away from him down there.”
Stone shook his head, glaring at us.
“You guys never fucking mentioned this sort of heat chasing you when you moved here.”
Landon growled under his breath, and I turned to see his eyes narrowing at Stone as his hand closed into a fist.
"Don’t remember getting your fucking life story either, bud,” he spat.
“That’s cause we could vouch for him,” Axe growled, standing from where he’d been leaning against a mechanic’s bench and showing his full huge frame.
“Whoa, whoa,” Ryker finally muttered, standing and moving between the four of us. “How about we chill the fuck out, huh? We’re on the same fuckin’ team with this one, and we’ve all had heat from our past chase us up this mountain one way or another, so how about we fuck off with the stone throwing, huh?”
Axe and Stone glared at him, but finally they nodded. In another lifetime, the three of them had all been in a motorcycle gang together. I didn’t know much about it, but I knew they were the only survivors after a rival MC’s massacre. Now, they were out of that life, living as family men up on Blackthorn. But the demons of the past always come looking for more. I knew that first hand.
