Kings of Asphalt (Club Chrome 1)

“I’m not asking you to let me be a part of your life,” she said, but even as she said the words, they cut her mouth. She wanted something. Something with them. But Hunter was right…what she yearned for wasn’t possible. “I’m just following the story.”

“There is no story,” Hunter said with a growl as he pushed her hard to the bed. She cried out as she fell, her hands tied behind her back. Bowed and uncomfortable, she bit back a scream when Hunter roughly shoved his finger inside her. He knew it hurt, damn him. He was hurting her on purpose! But she was wet enough to ease his finger after that first initial breach and for that she was thankful because he was finger-fucking her so hard, it would’ve hurt like a sonofabitch. “There’s no foreplay, no consideration in our world, babe. You’re here to serve, you got that? Is that what you want?” He pinched her clit and she bucked, squeezing out tears but refusing to cry out. Hunter flipped her to her stomach and pulled her hips over the bed. Thwack! The sting of his hand hitting her bare ass took the air from her lungs as his handprint burned into her skin. Thwack! Harder this time, hard enough to leave a bruise and she buried her face into the bedding, muffling the cries that escaped her mouth. And then Hunter’s cock was nudging between her thighs, seeking out her slick heat and she tensed as the sensitized flesh on her buttocks sang with awareness. He didn’t waste time and plunged deep inside her, sinking balls deep into her willing body, burying himself to the hilt with a satisfied grunt that she could feel in her soul. But there was no slow build up this time. Hunter fucked her hard. His thrusts jarred her teeth and lifted her from the bed with each pump. Bound, she had no choice but to take it. In and out, harder and faster, but there was glory in the pain, too. She wouldn’t have imagined it possible but she was building fast to a bone-crushing orgasm that was as brutal as Hunter’s thrusts, as intent as his marauding cock. She forgot about Jax, forgot about everything but Hunter and what he was doing to her body. Holy…holy…OHMYFUCKINGGOD! Her fingers clenched in her binding as her entire frame seized up with an intense orgasm that curled her toes as her mouth worked soundlessly. Pulse after pulse, wave after wave rocked her insides as she milked his cock, drawing that seed deeper inside herself, shuddering as she slowly came back to earth, shocked and appalled at the brutality but lost to the wonder that it’d wrought.

Hunter pulled out and rolled her over. Without gentleness, he pushed her to the floor and forced her to her knees. “Now suck Jax’s cock,” he ordered her in a harsh, breathless tone.

“I need a minute,” she started but suddenly, Jax’s cock was stuffed in her mouth and she gagged as it hit the back of her throat without mercy. Still bound, she could do nothing but accept his thick member as it slid between her lips. She tried to please him but Jax wasn’t interested in her efforts. He was proving a point. She got it. Blinking back tears, she allowed Jax to fuck her mouth until he spilled, choking her with his seed and sending it down her throat in great, salty loads that she had to swallow or risk choking to death. Zoe collapsed to her behind as Jax stepped away on unsteady feet, shaking off his cock as a few remaining driblets of cum leaked from the head. She felt dirty, used and that’d been their objective. Hunter and Jax stood over her, arms crossed, watching her cry silent tears.

“This is our world,” Hunter said quietly. “Trust me, you don’t want any part of it. Forget the story. It doesn’t end well for someone like you.”

Zoe swallowed, still tasting Jax on her tongue and she slowly lifted her gaze to them both. Her insides ached from the abuse, everything felt bruised. “Are you going to untie me now?”

“Not yet,” Jax said, bending to pick her up. He draped her arms around his neck and carried her to the bed. Was that a hint of remorse she heard? Probably not. Jax and Hunter had just proven to her that they were hard as granite. They’d set out to prove a point to her and they’d done exactly that — exuberantly. But as Jax gently spread her legs and eased himself between them, her breath hitched in her throat, as she frowned in confusion. Jax buried his face between her legs, seeking out that sensitive bud that’d been ignored, and sucked it sweetly into his mouth. Stars of pleasure burst behind her eyes and she sank back onto the bed with a gasp. The bed gave under Hunter’s weight as he watched Jax eat her out and she lost herself to the sweet surrender that only Jax and Hunter could give her. His tongue, a force of nature wreaking havoc on her senses, worked her clitoris as if his life depended on it and within moments, she was thrashing, twisting and crying out as another orgasm wrung her out without mercy. Jax pulled away and placed a small kiss on her pubic mound before rising. Hunter untied her hands and she shook them out with relief though there’d been something incredibly alluring about being completely helpless. The only sounds between them were their recovering breaths and the sound of Jax and Hunter dressing. She reluctantly found her own clothes and pulled them on. Hunter walked from the room without another word, leaving Jax to tie up loose ends. His gentle touch on the curve of her jaw surprised her. “You’re different, it’s true,” he admitted softly. “But different isn’t good in our world. There’s no happy ending for this movie, you know? We’re trying to protect you, not because we’re good men or because we’re trying to save ourselves but because the thought of something happening to you does bad things to us. There will be other stories. Let this one go.”

“Does Hunter hate me?”

Jax shook his head. “If he did, he wouldn’t give two shits about what happens to you.” He bent and sealed his lips to hers in a kiss that was both dirty and tender and she melted all over again. “Stay sweet,” he told her and walked away.

She heard her front door open and close and she knew she was alone in her apartment again.

Her entire body ached and tingled. Zoe rubbed at the chaffing on her wrists, smiling slightly when she realized she’d gotten the marks she’d hoped for. What was bloody wrong with her? What kind of life was she chasing after? The pain, the pleasure, the uncertainty…she didn’t know anymore. She just wanted Jax and Hunter — anyway she could get them.

#

Once they were back at the club house, Hunter attempted to return to business as usual but Jax was bothered by what’d went down with Zoe. “You hurt her,” Jax said.

“I had to. She had that puppy dog look in her eyes, like we’re some kind of hero worth chasing after. You know there’s no place for her in our world.”

Jax remained quiet then said, “Do you ever wonder what life on the other side is like?”

Hunter stopped and stared at Jax. “Don’t do this, man. That road leads to crazy. She’s one of the shiny, happy people we used to see as kids. Remember when we’d see kids with their new shoes and slick new clothes at the start of school and we ended up with the worst of the hand-me-downs from whomever happened to be there before us? Yeah? Well, we don’t fit in with her people and she don’t fit in with ours. Now get your head on straight and focus. We need to find out if what she said is true. I need to know if Simms was fucking Sanchez and why.”

Jax knew Hunter was right but damn, there was something so tantalizing about the idea of starting fresh, going someplace where no one knew their past and just living life. No more gang shit. No more running the streets and fucking whores. What the hell are you talking about? Beaver-cleaver-style? No fucking way. Hunter was right; their lifestyle was miles away from anything Zoe would ever understand and the last thing he wanted to do was to drag Zoe into the craphole that was their life.

“How we supposed to find out about Simms?” Jax asked gruffly, doing his best to shake off his thoughts about Zoe but it was hard. He could smell her on his fingers and his upper lip and all it did was give him a stiff one all over again. He stalked over to the dingy bathroom and splashed some water on his face, scrubbing it with a thin paper towel. He emerged and Hunter gave him a knowing smirk that Jax ignored. “No one is going to give us the truth and besides, we wouldn’t know who to trust anyway.”

“We can have Dimas ask around. His girls seem to be pretty good a

t ferreting out information.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Jax agreed but he felt uneasy about involving Dimas anymore than he already was. Dimas was a loose cannon and there was no telling what he might do to Zoe at this point. “Maybe we need to have a sit down with Bronx.”

“That fucker? I’d soon as well drink my own piss,” Hunter shot back. “I told him the next time I saw him I’d fuck up his pretty face and that’s a promise I aim to keep.”

“Well, fuck, Hunter, we need answers and it doesn’t seem as if anyone’s gonna be very forthcoming, you feeling me?” Jax said, exasperated. “If Zoe is right, someone’s messing with us and I want to know who and why.”

“I do, too but I don’t want to go off like a kid with his first porno. We have to be smart about this. Pretty coincidental timing, don’t you think? All this shit going down right on the cusp of our biggest shipment ever? We’re talking millions on the line. Everything we’ve worked so hard to attain is finally within grabbing distance and now all this shit goes down.”

“What if all this is a distraction?”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it: if we’re too busy chasing down ghosts and shadows, no one’s paying attention to the shipment details, right?”

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed. “And if that’s the case, someone is playing the end against the middle.”

“Exactly, which means whoever is doing this isn’t with The Dogs or The Kings.”

Hunter took a moment to consider the possibility, then came to the same grudging

conclusion as Jax. “I guess you’re right…time to talk to Bronx.”

Zoe pushed her lunch idly around her plate, not hungry but consumed with a restlessness that had everything to do with Jax and Hunter. Her best friend in the whole world, Delainey Jones, an artist who paid the bills with graphic design, sat across from her, chattering about something but for the life of her Zoe couldn’t recall what until Delainey snapped her fingers in front of Zoe, breaking into her morose melancholy.

“Hellllo? Earth to Zoe? Have you listened to a word I’ve said?”

Zoe sighed, immediately apologizing. “I’m sorry. I’m a terrible lunch date. I probably should’ve told you I’m lousy company right now.”

“Yeah? So what’s going on?” Delainey asked, munching on her salad with as much enthusiasm as she could muster because she was, once again, dieting. “What’s new? Oh! Are you dating someone? Did that dating site I sent you work out? I’ve gone out on a few dinners but nothing so far has really sparked anything special. I seem to