Their Fierce Love (Death Lords MC 4)

I need the paper, I realize. I want that paper. I want someone to be Mrs. Davis. Easy turns and lifts his chin. I got you, he says silently.

“What about you, Michigan?” Annie turns to me almost shyly, chin tucked in, head turned at a slight angle so she can see me.

I consider my words carefully, knowing that they are going to make a difference in where we go from here. “I never had a family until I came here and patched into the Death Lords. I’m pretty rough around the edges. I don’t much like people, not even all the brothers in the club—although I’d back any play they’d make because they are my brothers. But you’re turning into something that’s just as vital to me as eating and breathing. No one knows what’s around the corner or under the bed until we look, but I’m willing to take that step forward if you are.”

I don’t remember a time I’ve ever wanted something so bad as a yes from this girl. She drops her eyes to the floor and stares down at the carpet or maybe her feet. Shit, I don’t really know. I stop breathing, waiting for her answer, studying her every minute move to see if I can guess what she’s going to say.

Finally she exhales heavily and straightens. “What you’re offering,” she pats her chest as her voice breaks, “is everything I never even knew I wanted or needed. So yes, I want to move in and I want to try to make us, all three of us, work.”

Easy slides a hand on her leg, pushing her skirt up as he goes. “Then let’s celebrate, baby.”

I place my hand on her knee and sweep away the offensive fabric until I see the pale blue of her panties. Easy and I grunt with approval at the sight of the wet cotton.

Our thumbs meet at her pussy. We slide under the elastic and press inside her tight, hot sex. Easy whispers in her ear loud enough that I can hear. “It’s one thing for a woman to want a one-time fling with us and it's another for someone to make a commitment. It's only been a few weeks that we’ve known each other, but there is no woman better suited to Michigan and me than you, Annie Bloom.”

She inhales a sharp breath as we fuck her slowly with our thumbs. I can feel Easy’s rough calloused finger slide against mine along with the soft spongy tissue of her cunt walls. Her arms come up and she wraps one around each of our heads. Easy claims her mouth so I move lower, down her neck and then to her cotton-covered breast. I push up her shirt and drag down her bra cup to expose her hard little nipple. Her breasts are small but perfectly shaped, tilted upward. She’ll be perky for years. I open my mouth wide and suck that tender flesh in hard. She gasps again and her hips buck against our thumbs. I exchange my thumb for my index and middle finger to increase the depth and Easy retreats to cover her clit and pinch her swollen lips.

Her ass rises off the sofa as she urges us to fuck her harder and faster. Her hand is curled around my neck and her fingernails are digging into my skin. I suck harder on her tit as if I could pull her orgasm out through my mouth.

She’s so wet that the juicy noises of her cunt are louder than her moans. My mouth waters with the urge to lap up all that honey. A hard head hits mine and I realize Easy’s joined me to give Annie’s other tit some much needed attention. The addition of a second mouth on her body sets her off like a rocket. She practically levitates off the sofa. Her hips rise so high that if we weren’t both holding her down, she might slide right off. Her come floods our palms and her loud screams of release drown out the cheering crowd on television.

“I’ve got to get inside you,” Easy pants.

“Me too.”

“Ass or cunt?” he asks.

“I want to suck her out first,” I say.

He nods. “You got room for some dessert, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she says breathily.

All earlier thoughts and problems are tossed out by our mutual lust. She lunges for Easy’s zipper and together they pull out his dick. She swallows it whole. While she’s sucking, I pull off her ugly skirt and panties and settle between her legs. Her thighs are sticky and the sweet musk of her arousal invades my lungs as I inhale. I bite her inner thigh, watching the blood rush to the marks. I reapply myself and suckle harder until the bite is a bruise, purple and blue. I’m going to leave these all over her body in a dozen secret private places so when she looks in the mirror she’ll think of me, know how much I fucking need her.

I hook her legs over my shoulder and angle her backward. Easy places a knee on the cushion and rises above her. Whatever he’s doing to her is making her happy because her hips twist and writhe in front of me. I place my big hands on either side of her slim hips and hold her steady for my assault.

I lick her from clit to asshole, enjoying the tang and savoring the sweetness. In long steady laps, I work her sex, exploring every crevice and fold of her gorgeous cunt. She’s a dozen shades of pink and red and more beautiful than anything I’ve ever had the privilege of seeing, let alone touching. Putting my mouth on her is like kissing a goddess. She might not accept it yet because she’s afraid, but I’m not letting her go. I might have done stupid things in my life, but I’m not a fool. A man gets one chance to have a treasure like her. Easy and I are keeping her.

I move my hands down her hips so I can hold her open. Using my middle two fingers to drum her clit, I dive back in. She strains against me and it takes real effort to hold her down as I assault her with my tongue and lips.

“Goddamn, whatever you’re doing down there, keep doing it,” Easy mutters hoarsely. “Her moaning is sending vibrations down my spine. God, it feels fucking fantastic. Baby, you are so fine. Do you know that? Your mouth is a little slice of heaven. Shit. Baby. Shit. Yes. Oh, fuck me.”

Easy is always reduced to one syllable words when he’s close to erupting. His body tenses above me and his hips jack against her mouth.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he yells hoarsely.

I reapply myself, hardening my tongue and jabbing it into her channel. I circle her puckered skin, using the juice from her cunt to lubricate the tight hole. One of her hands, the one that dug itself deep into my neck, is curled into the couch. Her excitement is making my cock rock hard. I can barely wait to be inside her but I want her to come on my tongue. I want to feel her explode around my face and hand and mouth. With a swift push, I penetrate her ass with my finger.

She detonates.

Her body begins to shake uncontrollably and her screams join Easy’s as she explodes. I can’t take it anymore.

Surging to my feet, I rip open my jeans and shove inside her. She’s still coming when I do and the tight clutch of her cunt nearly buckles my knees. She’s tighter and hotter and wetter than I remember. I spread her legs wide, thrusting inside in uneven, jerky movements as the come rushes from my balls and spurts into her in long ropey streams.

“God, I love you, Annie.” It spills out of me, completely unexpected but I can’t hold it in.

She cries out and then I feel both her arms around me, pulling me against her in a tight embrace. “I love you too, Michigan.”

I bury my head in the crook of her neck, almost embarrassed by the flood of emotion her words bring on.

A heavy, bigger hand falls on my shoulder. “Shit, I love you both but you two are a fucking disaster.”

Easy’s stupefied tone strikes me as hilarious and I start laughing. I laugh so hard, I fall out of Annie’s cunt and collapse on the cushions next to her. My jeans are around my ankles and I haven’t ta

ken off my T-shirt. Easy’s got one leg of his jeans on and one leg off. Annie’s wearing her skirt around her waist.

Yup. A disaster, but from their smiles, a happy fucking disaster. Composing myself, I gather Annie’s sweat-dampened body against mine and press my lips against her forehead.

Chapter Seven

Easy

I shove Michigan in the shoulder and he rolls away, taking a sated Annie with him. She gives me a stupid happy smile which makes my heart tighten. She’s the one. I know it. Michigan knows it. I pull up my jeans and leave the two snuggling on the couch and head down the hall to start the shower. We need to clean up and then get some shut-eye. Michigan and I have to be up at five to take delivery at the plant. We don’t work at the plant for the money, although it does pay a decent wage. We work there because it’s good cover. The plant owner does some dealings on the side and he uses the club to deliver those goods. Tomorrow we’re making a run over to North Dakota.

After the shower’s hot enough, I return to the living room. The two haven’t moved.

Leaning over, I scoop Annie up in my arms. For a tall girl, she’s a lightweight thing. Michigan heaves himself off the cushions. We’ve made a mess of the sofa and we’ll have to have it cleaned, I suppose. Not that I care, but Annie might.

I look around the bachelor pad that Michigan and I have occupied for the past several years. It’s got a big screen and a DVD player and big ugly leather sofas. Upstairs we have two bedrooms and one large bathroom. It’s not set up for a household of three. We’re going to make a lot of changes but that doesn’t scare me. Nope. I’m getting fucking excited about it.

A knock on the door sounds.

“We’re like Grand fucking Central station,” Michigan grouses. He gestures for me to take Annie to the shower while he gets the door. He’s tucking and zipping as I disappear with Annie to the bathroom.