Their Lasting Claim (Death Lords MC 5)

“You want that, sweetheart?” Michigan strokes my face. “You need my cock up your ass?”

I nod vigorously. “You sure this is okay with her pregnant?” Michigan unzips his pants and tosses them aside.

“Yes, they said it was fine.”

“You asked them about ass play specifically?” Michigan raises his eyebrows. Easy slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up effortlessly. “No.” I shudder as the movement rubs me in a dozen different places.

“I did,” Easy says. He lies back and takes me with him, holding my cheeks apart for Michigan’s pleasure. “The nurse said it was all fine so long as you don’t switch it up.”

“What dumbshit does that?”

“Can we stop talking about it and do it already?” I pant.

They both laugh, no doubt taken off guard by my needy commands, but my body is aching for a release.

“Yes, ma’am,” Michigan says and his beautiful smile lights up his face as he readies me with his thumb. Even that small amount of friction has me crying out, a sound captured by Easy’s mouth.

Easy holds me still as Michigan works his way in. He’s so big and I’m already so full. The pleasure skates close to the edge of pain but he stretches me inch by little inch. He plants both feet on the floor and pushes forward until he’s fully seated.

And then Easy and Michigan begin their dance. It’s smooth and slow, one withdrawing while the other plunges in. The sensation of being surrounded by them, being immersed in their flesh, reduces me to the basest level. I’m just nerves, need and heat.

They stoke my fire until I’m a spire of flame. I grip Easy’s shoulders, my nails digging crescent moons into his hot flesh. I feel Michigan’s mouth on my back and my neck. He sucks a bruise on the apple of my shoulder, then one on my upper arm.

Their arms cage me and their bodies press me between them, grinding us together until we are one being, in perfect orgasmic harmony.

Chapter Six

Easy

I wake up the next morning near dawn when Michigan kicks me under the covers. Annie’s curled into me, and Michigan, who usually spoons her, is raised on one arm waiting for me to come to attention.

When my eyes flick open, he jerks his head toward the door.

Getting up is a chore. Annie’s tits are plastered against my arm and her knee is slung across my thigh. Yesterday morning, when I woke up like this Michigan had already left. My hand wandered between Annie’s legs, found she was wet and I proceeded to fuck her silly before either of us got up. I want a repeat.

I shake my head and lift the sheet slightly to point at my morning wood. Michigan rolls his eyes and climbs out of bed.

I stumble out into the kitchen leaving the slumbering Annie hugging a pillow. She murmured something and rolled around looking for one of our hard bodies. I figure if she doesn’t have something tucked around her, the emptiness will wake her up. Not going to lie. It feels good to have her search us out even in her sleep. She's getting used to us, needing us.

“What’s up?” I ask. Michigan is fully dressed, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I have my underwear on. He hands me a cup of coffee and opens up the slider.

I take a long gulp of the coffee and then step outside.

“She hit on me,” Michigan says. He stares at the tree line at the back of our property.

Good thing I wasn’t drinking because I probably would have sprayed coffee all over him.

“Mrs. Bloom?”

“That's right. Yesterday she told me that Annie wasn’t woman enough for two men and that I should try someone with more experience.”

I raise my eyebrows. “So she thought you’d be open to it?”

“Shit, I guess. But I don’t understand why. I wasn't real welcoming when I came home and saw she was staking out the house.”

“You tell Annie?”

“No. At this point, I think Annie’s overwhelmed and I don’t want to bother her with this shit, but her mom can’t stay around here. For one thing, I don’t want to be fending off her weak-ass passes all the time. For another, we got shit in this house that she shouldn't know about.”

I give him a nod. We've got an arsenal of weapons, most of it unregistered, with no serial numbers. We’ve also got stuff that we shouldn’t have in terms of weapons. Most of that shit is at the granary but we’re not putting all of our eggs in one basket because if shit goes down, we want our own armory at the ready. “So either one of us has to be home with her at all times or she’s gone.”

“I don't even get why there’s an ‘either or’ proposition. I don’t want her here. She's just causing Annie a lot of grief.”

“How do you propose we kick her out without causing Annie a lot more grief?” Michigan drains the rest of his coffee and leaves for the munitions plant.

I call Judge.

“Pretty early in the morning to be calling your prez,” he says. In the background I can hear the soft murmur of his old lady’s voice. They were probably getting ready to do what I wanted to with Annie.

“I wanted to run something by you before we have church tonight.”

“Lay it on me.”

I explain a few things to him. He listens silently until I’m done.

“I’m okay with that plan. You really think some hoity-toity commune chick is going to want to get down at a biker mash?”

“She’s a hungry cunt. This is a woman who is used to using her pussy to protect herself. And I don’t got a real problem with that. But she can't be around Annie because she’s bad news.”

“That’s fine with me. Talk to Abel if you need a third. It’ll be his initiation play.”

“About the other thing, you talk to the mayor?”

Judge sighs. “Not yet. It’s a big marker to call in but it’s your marker. So if this is how you want to roll, I’ll back your play and so will the club. You and Michigan have taken care of a lot of the club’s problems since Michigan patched in. We take care of our own.”

“Serving time for a worthy cause ain’t a problem for me, but I don’t want to leave Annie alone. Not now. Particularly not when she's pregnant. I want to be around my kids when they’re growing up so it seems like if there's ever a time to call a marker it’d be this time.”

“Hundred percent agree.”

I go

inside and start breakfast. Eggs, toast, some yogurt for Annie. The smell of cooking bacon must’ve roused Mrs. Bloom because she stumbles out of her bedroom wearing only a short satin night robe. Any ties or closures must have gotten left off because the only way that she keeps it closed is a hand clutched tit-high. She conveniently forgets when she reaches for a cup of coffee and the robe hangs open to reveal a sheer light green teddy underneath. For an older woman, she’s got a good body and maybe if I wasn’t balls deep in love with her daughter, I’d have taken this woman up on her clumsy offer. But all I feel is pity. She’s obviously gotten the boot from her farmer and is looking for a new protector.

There are men out there like that, but it isn’t me and it isn’t Michigan. I doubt it’s anyone in the Death Lords crew, either.

“Oh my goodness, is that coffee? I cannot function without a cup of coffee.” Her bare arm brushes mine.

I'm reminded suddenly that I'm standing around wearing my jockeys and nothing more. Her eyes wander all over me, lingering on my groin.

“Think I’ll go and change.” I set down the spatula on the side and turn the burner down.

“Oh, don't go changing on my account. I quite like the view.” She boldly runs a hand over my chest down to the top of my underwear. Her finger hangs in the elastic as if she’s going to jerk the fabric down. I leap back.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She tilts her head and widens her eyes. “I thought I saw some grease splattered. What's wrong with you?”

“Grease, my ass,” I grumble and flee to the safety of my bedroom. Annie’s propped up against the headboard eating some crackers.

“We feeling okay this morning?” I settle beside her and brush her hair behind her ear.

“A little queasy. Michigan brought me some stuff.” She waves a hand toward the crackers and water.

“You need me to call in sick today?” She looks pale.

“No, I know what's going to happen now so I just need to lie here and eat my crackers until I don’t feel like I need to throw up.” She places her warm palm on my chest and I lean into it. This is a touch I want and my cock jerks in response. “Did my mom see you like this? I think I'm jealous.”