Kings of Asphalt (Club Chrome 1)

coaxed into performing and she was soon grinding against his finger, her hips undulating

of their own accord as if she had an inner porn star just waiting to emerge. Quivering and

panting, she gave little resistance when Hunter pulled her down onto his cock. Inch by

inch, she accepted his thickness, wincing a little as she stretched to accommodate his

length and girth, but she took him in like a champ. Something inside of Hunter shifted

and expanded and he knew it was more than just the hot sex…and if he hadn’t been cockdeep inside Zoe…he would’ve pushed her out the door. He didn’t have time for anything

more than a good time but damn…there was something about Zoe that made it hard to

just hit-it-and-quit-it. She was gonna be trouble. # “Look at that…she’s a natural,” Jax crooned, kissing her neck as she rode him in

slow, sensual movements. “Damn, she’s so hot…” His fingers left her breasts and

suddenly a finger toyed with her backdoor and she squeaked in alarm but Hunter was quick to occupy her attention elsewhere when his thumb rubbed her clitoris in sweet,

teasing circles. “That’s a girl…ride that cock. I promise you’re going to love this…” The scent of something slippery and herb-like caught her senses and she realized

it was oil and Jax’s well-lubed finger rubbed and played with her backdoor in the most

shockingly arousing motion that she never would’ve imagined as pleasurable. She

groaned when his finger slid past her sphincter, gently easing that opening until he

managed two fingers and then a third, all the while Hunter’s cock slid in and out of her

tight wetness. Who was she? She’d never been that insatiable sex queen who did these

kinds of things but here she was! Riding a giant cock while another played with her other

hole. Good lord! That was heavenly! And then just when she thought she couldn’t handle

anything else, the blunt, spongy head of Jax’s cock was pressing against her backdoor,

insistent and achingly brutal. She didn’t have time to protest, to cry out, because within

seconds she was completely filled! Her teeth chattered as both men buffeted her with

their cocks, each taking from her as she took from them, accepting them into her body as

if she were made to do so. Hunter filled his hands with her breasts and squeezed as he

thrust against her. The bone-crushing pleasure came at her from all angles. This was

insanity but she was a willing participant even if she knew this was the most reckless

thing she’d ever done. “Oh God…” she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get the words past her

lips but that was okay because words were useless anyway. Something big was barreling

her way, forcing its way through her body and rattling down the pipes to pool in her

groin. Starburst exploded behind her eyes as the most extreme pleasure made soup of her

brain. Her mouth went slack even as her entire body stiffened and clenched, rocketing the

brutality of her orgasm straight into the heavens, and within seconds warmth flooded her

from both sides as both Jax and Hunter pumped her full of their seed. She seeped and

oozed their fluids as it mixed with her own and for a long moment all she could do was gasp for air. Zoe fell forward and Jax eased himself free from her backdoor while Hunter lifted her from his softening cock to gently return her to the sofa. The sound of their harsh breathing mingled with the muffled sounds of the bar on the other side of the door and Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “I’m not laughing at you,” she rushed to clarify when both Hunter and Jax looked at her strangely. “It’s just that if you knew me a little better you’d know that I never do stuff like this. I mean, ever. This is

so outside of my wheelhouse.” Hunter nodded and rolled to his feet, padding silently to the whiskey bottle where

he, bypassing the glass, swigged from the bottle before handing it off to Jax and saying,

“Honey, you were made for two men. That ain’t no lie. You took both cocks like a pro.” She blushed furiously. Had he just said that? Good God. “Thank you — I think.” Jax rose and grabbed a towel to hand to her. She accepted it and wiped herself but

honestly, there was something perversely arousing about the idea of walking out of this

place wearing their scent. Was she permanently ruined? Would she always crave two

men now that she’d tasted the forbidden fruit? She blushed again. Well, something told

her there was no going back to guys like Teddy that was for sure. “Why was this guy

Dimas sending you a prostitute?” she asked, curious. “Because Dimas is in charge of the club girls,” Hunter answered, swigging the

bottle. His body was something of an adult playground, all hard and chiseled with various

tattoos marking his skin here and there. She itched to touch each one with her tongue.

“So…why don’t you just tell your editor that you want better assignments?” “I’ve tried,” she answered glumly, remembering how dismissive her editor had

been when she’d broached the subject. “He doesn’t think I can handle being an

investigative journalist. He says I’m too soft. But he’s wrong! I can handle anything and I’m terribly tenacious. No one but me connected the dots between The Kings and the

Simms, although I was kinda surprised because it seemed pretty obvious.” “Honey, maybe no one wanted to connect those dots. The thing is you’re poking

around in a world you know nothing about. It could get you killed.” “I can handle myself. I got myself into this room, didn’t I?” “By sheer luck,” Jax told her. “The only reason we didn’t toss you right back out

was because you were hot and we were horny. Rough truth, babe.” Ouch. That stung a bit. “Okay, fine, but I still got in.” “No,” Hunter corrected her. “We got in…you got fucked. Listen to us when we

say to back off this insane idea you have to go undercover on a story that will get you

nowhere but the morgue. There are some vicious guys out there who would enjoy taking

their sweet time stripping the pretty skin from your bones and I’m not saying that just to

scare you off…it’s the truth.” That stilled Zoe’s tongue for a moment. She certainly didn’t want to die. Maybe

they were right and she was biting off more than she could chew. It sucked to admit but

she supposed she could find a different story to chase down, maybe start digging into a

cold case or something. When she found her voice again, she said, “So what’s your story?

You don’t seem the hardened bikers I thought you were. You seem pretty decent.” “Looks are deceiving, chicklet,” Hunter answered darkly. “Don’t go painting us in

a favorable light just because we made you come a few times. We’re as bad as you

imagined we might be.” “Um, can you elaborate for me?” she asked, pushing for details. Just how bad

were they talking? Somehow she couldn’t accept that, maybe because of what they’d just

shared but she sensed goodness in them both. Maybe she was acting like one of those

Too-Stupid-To-Live women in horror movies who ran through the darkened forest in heels while the monster chased her or entered dark basements with a glitchy flashlight to investigate that “weird growling noise” but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from believing that beneath all that rough exterior was a heart of tarnished gold. Okay, now that the thought had raced across her brain she had to admit maybe she was just

marinating in post orgasmic bliss like they’d said. “I could but I won’t.” She frowned. “Well, how am I supposed to come to my own conclusion about

how bad you are if you won’t share details?” “It’s not up to you

to decide. We’re deciding for you,” Jax said, reaching for the

bottle. “Sweetness…there’s a world out there that doesn’t play by the rules you’re used

to. Where the people with the guns make the rules and we discovered it was better to be

the ones controlling the guns so we didn’t end up eating a bullet ourselves. Being the

king is better than the peasant, you know? And when you’re the king, you have to make