Kings of Asphalt (Club Chrome 1)

feeling in the world. Was she a terrible person because her hips were actually thrusting toward his face, trying to grind that tongue deeper inside her body? Well, maybe not a bad person but certainly pretty slutty. She’d had no idea she had latent slut qualities lurking inside her psyche. Her college years jumped to mind. Clearly, she’d spent too much time studying and not enough time being a complete and utter nymphomaniac.

“I think she likes it,” Hunter said, warm and approving, as she squirmed and

panted. The pleasure washing over her was inescapable as Jax’s tongue plunged inside, tickling, sucking, and even nipping the sensitive flesh and she was quickly losing her ability to reason. And then slowly a finger entered her, penetrating her secret place, obliterating her final wisp of a protest, going deep as his tongue worked a devilish magic inside her body. Sweat popped along her exposed skin and her nipples pearled into aching tips of yearning and need that made everything in her body taut with pleasure.

“Oh Hunter, you’re going to love this sweet pussy,” Jax told his friend, his voice muffled by her, well, her muff. He groaned and the sound sent tiny little vibrations rippling through her body, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed his face into her hot, needy core. “Should I allow her come or make her wait?” he asked, stopping briefly.

“Go ahead and let her come,” Hunter answered magnanimously. “I’m feeling generous tonight. Do you hear that, sweetheart? I’m not always that generous. I enjoy watching a woman twist around, begging for release, knowing that I hold the key to her pleasure. But I have a feeling you’re going to milk our cocks tonight so I’ll let you have this round.”

She shuddered, unable to comprehend what he had in store. This was completely outside of her tiny wheelhouse of experience. Teddy had never…all he’d done was stick it in, thrust a time or two and then had pulled out to spurt on her stomach. He’d barely been able to meet her gaze afterward and the butthead had apparently lost her number because he’d never called again. “Do you like that, baby?” Jax asked, his gaze darkened with lust and desire. Had anyone ever looked at her like that? Like he was ready to throw her down and eat her alive? Oh, she liked it. She liked it a lot. She managed to jerk a short nod and he returned with a husky voice, “Then you’re going to love this…” and then he was sucking and tickling and even, oh God, pinching, and it felt like carnal heaven. She groaned, unable to hold back the sound, inching toward delirium as he made her jerk and lose herself to his touch. There was nothing she could do to escape the pure pleasure he was forcing her to feel and she was lost to the power of his talent. Her legs began to shake involuntarily and if Hunter hadn’t been holding her securely she would’ve folded onto the ground like a ragdoll. She didn’t know what was happening but she wanted it. Desperately and dangerously — she had to have whatever was coming! A zillion tendrils of pleasure burst at the same time as she lost all sense of time and space, coming so hard that she thought her heart might’ve stopped, and without her conscience knowledge, Jax and Hunter carried her to the black sofa to recover. She threw a hand over her eyes as her body gently convulsed, still rocking internally to the most epic song she’d ever encountered and she realized with a watery chuckle, Teddy had been the worst lay ever.

She opened her eyes and found Jax and Hunter standing over her like two sentinels, dark eyes watching her intently with arms crossed, waiting. Zoe came to her senses and scooted on her rear to a sitting position, a bit of that earlier fear returning. She licked her lips and said, “Thank you?” Was that the appropriate response for a mindblowing orgasm? The first she’d ever had in her life? Thank you seemed hardly enough. “That was awesome.”

Jax and Hunter exchanged amused looks. “So who are you really?” She supposed there was no way she was going to be able to cling to the falsehood that’d gotten her into this room but it was a bit disconcerting to be naked as a jaybird in this particular circumstance. “Mind if I get dressed?” she asked in a timid voice. “It’s a little drafty.”

“We’ll warm you up after you’ve answered a few questions,” Jax assured her and she actually shivered a little. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“You might not believe me if I told you,” she started, crossing her arms over her breasts, feeling self-conscious. Hunter frowned and shook his head, gesturing at her arms. She slowly released her breasts and her cheeks immediately heated. “This isn’t exactly ideal…not the way I usually conduct interviews.”

“Interviews? For what?” Hunter asked.

“Okay, here’s the real deal, no more lies. My name is Zoe Delacourte and I work for the Courier. I’ve been trying to get my editor to believe that I can write something of substance but he keeps throwing these shit assignments my way, like How To Find The Right Potted Plant For Your New Apartment, and I’m ready for something bigger and better.” She glanced around and added in a small voice, “This room would do well with a succulent, by the way. They’re very hardy. I’m pretty sure a fern would die in this room. Not enough light.” She drew a deep breath. Was she really giving him advice about plants? “Um, as I was saying, I think I’m ready for the bigger stories and I thought to prove it to him, I would deliver the real story behind the hit of one of your club brothers, William “Roach” Simms.”

“The real story?” Jax asked, his gaze narrowing. “And what exactly is the real story?”

She swallowed. “Well, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Simms was likely killed by someone in the Road Dog crew, right? There has to be a reason for that kind of hit. From what I understand, The Kings and the Road Dogs have been coexisting fairly peacefully for years…so what’s with the sudden gangster stuff?”

“You’re asking questions that could get you killed,” Hunter warned. “Little girls shouldn’t play games when they don’t know the rules.”

She frowned. “I’m not a little girl and I don’t scare easily.”

“You’re asking for trouble.”

“I won’t stop asking questions,” she told him stubbornly. “This is my chance to prove myself. This is how the real journalists are separated from the posers. I refuse to write another story about houseplants!”

“And what makes you think you have a story at all? No one else is writing about it.”

“Exactly. And why is that? This was no ordinary murder. It was execution style, like mobster style.”

“And you know this, how?” Hunter asked.

“I promised to go out on a date with a morgue intern…he let me take a peek at the autopsy report.” She forgot about her nakedness — which was pretty interesting given the fact that she barely knew these men and she wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist — but she was too focused on getting what she needed to back down now. “Originally, I thought I could write an undercover expose about a motorcycle gang life told from the inside but then I realized there’s probably no way I could pull that off, not even if I got a tattoo, so I went with a different approach and granted, I hadn’t really thought it through when I committed to it and here I am, admittedly, definitely not how I envisioned this interview going down.” She gasped and covered her mouth in mortification. “I didn’t mean to reference what you did…oh goodness…this is awkward.” “A damn reporter,” Hunter muttered, perplexed. “Of all the dumb ass bad luck.”

Zoe bristled at his tone. “And you’re a law-breaking felon, most likely, so don’t be so judgy, if you please. The true art of journalism is being lost in the haze of technological gadgetry. Smart phones and the Internet are pretty awesome until you realize that they’re replacing a nation with former readers and thinkers with drooling automatons who believe anything they read on their social media.”

“Drooling automatons?” Jax repeated, mildly amused. “Interesting.”

“Interesting? How do you mean?” she asked, her gaze darting between the two. “What do you plan to do with me now that you know the truth?”

“Oh honey, my plans haven’t changed one bit,” Jax

answered, unzipping his jeans and pulling them from his muscular legs right before her astonished eyes. Good lord, what a body! Every nerve ending tingled in warning — and anticipation, if she were honest — but all she could do was stare until Hunter followed Jax’s lead. Suddenly, there were two sexy, dangerously hot and NAKED guys staring down at her as if they were hungry cats and she were a delicious canary and she knew exactly what they planned to do with her. Maybe she ought to stop staring at their jutting appendages and start protesting a bit!

Averting her eyes, she said, “Would you mind putting on some clothes? It’s a little distracting to have your…thing in my face.”

Hunter and Jax laughed. “Our thing? You mean our cocks? I don’t think that’s the problem,” Jax corrected, eliciting an unsure frown on her part. “I think you want our cocks in your face but you’re embarrassed by your desire.” He leaned down, pressing her against the cushion. “Did someone tell you you were a dirty girl for being curious about a man’s body?” he asked, somehow zeroing in on her secret past. How’d he know about that? “You need immersion therapy, sweetheart. A cock in your face is exactly what you need.”

Zoe risked a shaky laugh, trying to seem unaffected by his suggestion. As if! Cocks in her face. What kind of therapy was that? “As tempting as that may be, I’d rather just be on my way. Obviously, I wasn’t thinking clearly when I hatched this plan and all I can do is apologize for taking up your time.”

“Are you a virgin?” Hunter asked, ignoring her comment.

“No,” she answered quickly, amending to add with a small, prim sniff, “Technically, no.”

“Technically?” Jax repeated, intrigued. “Explain.”

Zoe huffed a short breath and actually glared. “And why would I do that? That’s highly personal.”

“Wasn’t my face buried in your pussy a few moments ago?” Jax reminded her casually and she wanted to sink through the cushions straight to China. “And didn’t you just come all over my tongue? I’m pretty sure that was you.”

“Okay, yes, that was me,” Zoe admitted, her cheeks burning so hot she thought her face might catch fire. “But that’s not very gentlemanlike of you to bring it up.”

“Oh sweetheart, you should know that neither of us are gentlemen,” Hunter said, laughing. “Tell us about your technical sexual experience.”

“That’s not what I came for,” she reminded them, straightening as much as she could in the slouchy couch. This thing was probably murder on your back, she noted. Absolutely no support for the lumbar. Yes, let’s focus on what’s important, a dry voice in her head quipped, causing her to refocus with a subtle frown. Forgive me for being a little flighty under the circumstances! “You have to understand…desperation will cause people to do all manner of crazy things, impulsive things. I just wanted someone to realize that I have more talent than I’ve been given credit,” she pleaded, trying to find a way out of the pickle she’d put herself into. “Surely, you can appreciate that?”

Both men surprised her by flanking her on either side. Their naked thighs rubbed against hers and she felt that sweet heat flooding her insides again. Oh dear…her will power was slipping like an unintentional fart after too much dairy. Why were they so beautiful? Perfect male specimens…a real testament to the human race. Good genes, likely.