Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) (10 page)

“Is that a threat?” Rose wasn’t ever one to back down to either of them, and she damn sure wouldn’t start now.

“Oh, it’s a promise, pet.” Tonto’s hand slid up the hem of her shirt and tweaked her nipple enough she gasped out loud. Damn them and using her heightened sex drive against her. They left her pondering what crazy ideas they planned for the night as the girls came over to chat. Despite the girl talk and laughter, their words still played at the back of her mind the rest of the night, keeping her panties wet and her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her tank top.

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Abi was half impressed at the purple and black bed set and curtains she found in her room. The patterns and materials weren’t the cheap bed in a bag stuff she had, but were made from quality materials. The satin sheets and overabundance of throw pillows were almost embarrassing. She had to remember to thank Rose and Chevy for this. There was no way a bunch of beer guzzling, scratch and sniff bikers put this much thought, and money, into it. It was perfect.

She kicked off her shoes and scoped the place out, unable to keep from smiling. They’d even thought to bring over bags of her clothing and other belongings. Plush carpet, rich wood dressers, and a huge gorgeous four poster bed that dominated the middle of the room sat in front of her. Hell, the damn room was bigger than Sledge’s whole damn trailer! And the closet… Oh lordy was it massive. There was possibly room to fit the king size bed in there and still have room to move around. But who needed it with a damn chaise sitting in there! Abi knew the club had money, and despite the wild parties the downstairs housed, it still showed class and cleanliness. The furniture was replaced frequently, and instead of puke stains and cum smears, you didn’t feel like you’d catch something sitting on it. But this…this was unbelievable. She walked around, taking it all in. Well, despite it being under the watchful eye of the club, it was more than she could have ever hoped for. And honestly, wasn’t being back amongst these people what she wanted all those years stuck at schools?

Her hand reached for a picture frame on the large dresser and she gasped. Her finger traced over the cool glass, the tears pooling in her eyes. It was a photo of her parents sitting on her dad’s old chopped out Harley Fat Boy. Her dad must have been in his mid-twenties, her mom a few years younger and hotter than hell. They looked so happy. The more she stared at the picture, the more she began to notice things in the background she recognized. The building was a lot smaller and only one story, but there was no mistaking it—it was the clubhouse! An old bike garage and detail shop sat on the other side of the parking lot that wasn’t there now, but most of the scenery was still pretty much the same. Damn, what a thoughtful gift.

Abi’s heart was full of memories and happiness. Being here, back to the place she could connect with her parents, and the only family she really had left, was a dream come true. Now, she needed to make her mom and dad proud and make her place here permanent. Curiosity peaked her interest so she returned the photo and diverted her attention to something else. Hopefully the jetted tub after the hype wouldn’t be disappointing.

Once she’d flipped on the light, her jaw about hit the ground. The room was better than most of the celebrities on MTV’s Cribs. There was a massive walk-in shower that reminded her more of a car wash, it had so many nozzles and space. There were two vanities with huge mirrors and wood chests, and then there was the tub and it damn sure didn’t disappoint. The enormous soaker tub had stairs leading down into it giving her the bird’s eye view of all of the jets set in black marble. Unable to resist, she put the stopper in it and turned on the hot water.

After the tub filled, Abi laid with her head barely out of the warm blanket of suds in a state of relaxation she’d never felt. The sweet smell of violets mingled in the bath oil, washing the stress away. She was so lost in the sensuous sea of jets she hadn’t heard the adjoining bathroom door open, or Tonka walk in.

Tonka froze the moment he caught sight of her in the tub. Her dark hair was pulled up in a loose bun on top of her head with little strands hanging down to frame her face. Fuck, she was beautiful. The tops of her tits bobbed at the top of the water, begging to be licked. “Why don’t you arch that back and let me get a good look at those tits.” In a strange déjà vu, Abi jerked her head up, startled.

“How the hell did you get in here?” she barked.

Tonka grinned, pointing to the adjoining door. “The door.” His eyes narrowed in on her, holding her in place. Each step he took toward the tub, was like he stalked his prey. When he reached her side he kicked off his boots, tugging his shirt over his head.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, unable to keep her eyes off his chiseled chest. The scars and tattoos gave him a forbidden bad boy allure she couldn’t resist. When he leaned down to tower over her, mere inches from her face, her breath hitched. Damn him for the effect he had on her.

“Taking a bath,” he whispered before branding her lips. She braced her hands on the side of the tub to get out and he stopped her.

“With you.” Abi’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t exactly the romantic type, and neither was she. So what the hell was going on? This was new territory for her. She fucked in a shower a time or twenty, in a few bathrooms against the wall, and even rode a couple guys while they sat on a toilet lid—obviously not one of her proud moments. The sappy romantic chick flick scene was foreign ground.

“You. So, is it safe to assume you soak in a lavender scented jet bath regularly then? I pegged you for more of a chamomile citrus type of guy.”

“Funny. Scooch forward.” He stepped in the hot water, wincing. “Holy hell, woman! You’re boiling yourself!”

“Pussy,” Abi snickered. “I don’t remember sending out an invitation. You are more than welcome to head back through the door you came from.” She leaned back against the side, stretching her arms out along the rim. If there was one thing Abi was definitely not, it was self-conscious. Then again, she had no reason to be. She was a chiseled piece of artwork herself. Her years of training had every muscle fully defined and shaped to perfection. The only softness on her body besides her silky skin was her bountiful tits. She’d cursed them more than once when fighting, going to extremes to tape them down and out of the way. Other times, she wore them proud and used them to their full advantage…like now. She simpered at the heat of his stare.

He climbed in farther, hissing at the water with a scowl. “Fuck! Who the hell finds scalding water relaxing?”

“I do. It relieves the tense muscles,” she said, staring straight at his shriveled dick.

“More like melt them.” Despite his bitching, Tonka settled in the water behind her, moving her to perch between his legs with her back against his chest. He still fought his body’s instincts to jump out and save his internal organs from cooking, but with Abi leaning against him a new heat began to take over. “You missed dinner.”

“Yeah. Didn’t have much of an appetite.” Her mind turned back to the conversation with Yo Neg. She hated the fucker got under her skin. There’d never been one man who had what it takes to make an impression with her. Now she had two that were totally fucking with her head. This new weakness pissed her off. There was no room for distractions right now. Not with her career on the verge of taking off. Big things were coming, and she’d be damned if something stood in her way, let alone two somethings with egos the size of theirs. Dick was dick. It’d always been the only use for men in her life, and she wasn’t going to go start changing shit now.

“Lay back.” He pulled her all the way against him, ignoring her hesitance. He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, licking a path to her earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, his hand grazing down her chest to her tit. Before he’d gotten his other hand between her legs, Abi felt the bulge pressing against her ass. When she’d escaped to her room, the last thing she’d had on her mind was sex. Now, it seemed to be a priority. Whether from the promises she knew he could deliver or the bath’s relaxing capabilities, Abi arched against him eagerly. Instead of rushing to the goal, Tonka took his time getting her built up to the point she was rocking against his hand in attempts to get his hand where she needed it most.

“Touch me,” she said on a breath.

“I am.” His voice was low and steady, more patient than she wanted.

“No. I want more. Put your fingers in me.” Abi ground her ass against his cock, sliding it up and down the crack of her ass with enough friction he groaned. Ahh…his restrain could only go so far, and he was no match for her. “Show me where you want your cock.” As planned, Tonka slid two digits in her cunt, pressing through the tight passage until his knuckles bumped her pussy lips.

“Yes. Now fuck me how you want me to ride your dick.” She arched her back and pushed against his hand to get him where she needed him most. As he worked his fingers in and out, she tightened and released her muscles around him.

“Hands over your head. Lace your fingers around the back of my neck. Now.” She normally wasn’t one to take orders so casually, but she wanted this. Needed this. Her little compliance would come with a cost of course, but he didn’t need to know that until she was ready to take back the control she’d given so freely. Manipulation was one of her many attributes, and she was damn good at it.

Abi raised her hands and laced them behind his neck, her breasts pushed out and on display. Tonka kept his eyes on them as they raised and fell with each breath making his dick painfully engorged. He moved his free hand down to stroke her clit, moving in circles and increasing speed. The higher her arousal became, the tighter her cunt walls gripped his fingers, the more her body thrashed in the water. Her hands pulled loose in the process, lowering. Tonka held his hands still, refusing to work her pussy to orgasm. “Keep your hands over your head, Abi. Don’t move them again.” There wasn’t any hesitation in her motions. Both hands locked firmly around his neck again, holding tight. Her eyes were heavily hooded, her sweet lips parted. She knew it was wrong, but couldn’t fight it. She’d wanted this for so long, yet was always too afraid to ever let any man dictate her, ever.

Tonka glanced up and grinned at the man standing in the doorway watching the show. He knew there was no way Yo Neg could resist following him up, which is why he’d planted the idea before he’d dipped from the party early. He’d seen the two talking and by the look on Abi’s face when she’d none so eloquently stormed out of the room, Yo Neg was getting to her. It’d taken the guy a little longer to get back on his game and reclaim his nut sack, but from what he’d seen, he’d succeeded.

Tonka motioned for Yo Neg to approach, puckering his lips in a ‘shh’ motion to keep his presence unknown for the time being. Abi was revved up pretty good, but not to the point she couldn’t get locked up like Fort Knocks if they didn’t’ time it just right. Yo Neg undressed quietly, edging over to kneel at the side of the tub. When Tonka began to scissor his fingers inside her, he nodded for Yo Neg to make his move.

Yo Neg’s hands grazed over her breasts, his hard callouses a rough contrast to the tender flesh. Her nipples pebbled painfully, throbbing. “Aaaahhh!” she gasped. She still hadn’t realized Tonka wasn't the one who played her body solo. When Yo Neg plucked at her pebbled buds, Abi went wild on Tonka’s hand. He shoved two more fingers in her, filling and stretching her core with a burning sting that had her orgasm continuing, hurdling one after another.

Her conscience fought with what he was doing. It was only foreplay. She could enjoy it just for a few more minutes…

Her pelvis arched back and forth, grinding on the four digits frantically. Her pussy juiced up his fingers in silky cream despite the water. She protested when he pulled out of her, tensing when his finger slid backwards down her slit. Tonka knew pushing into her ass in the water would hurt, but he wanted to test her reactions beforehand. He had no idea how experienced she was and the idea of another man taking her pissed him off. She didn’t shy away from his finger prodding her pucker. The anger was replaced with desire at the thought of what was to come. There was nothing better than sharing a woman the way they were about to. She wiggled against him, needing something inside her. She felt a desperation she’d never felt. She could feel the explosion of her first orgasm waiting to expel. As Tonka tweaked on her firm taunt nipples twisting them between his rough fingertips, she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her body imploded into an extreme orgasm, thrashing back and forth in the tub causing both men to become even more engrossed in the thought of fucking her senseless. “So fucking hot. I can’t wait to bury my cock in that body, baby.”

Abi’s eyes opened, her pupils dilating in shock at the sight of Yo Neg standing over her. They’d half expected her to jump up, potentially causing them both physical harm at their bold move but she didn’t. Her expression was one they’d never seen before. She lolled her head back and forth in a sex drunken state, handing them control. “That’s it, baby,” Yo Neg soothed as he lifted her from the water into a towel. He held her against him while he dried her off and carried her to the bed with Tonka not far behind. Her body shook with desire. She’d never experienced the feelings she had at the idea of what these two wanted to do…even if her mind screamed at her to put them in their place and dictate how things went from here. Yet, being lost like this, feeling intoxicated in lust was too addicting to give up. The possibilities were what her fantasies were made of.

Abi found herself somehow transported from the bathroom to the side of the bed with no recollection. Yo Neg took her mouth, his kiss keeping her buried in the depths of the lust pool with each swipe of his tongue. He scooted up the bed with her still in his arms, rolling her on top of him. “You’re gonna ride my dick, Abi. Sit down on my meat hard and fast. Show me what a dirty little bitch you are.” He half expected her to black his eye at his words but she didn’t. If anything, it sparked her enthusiasm that much more. She slung her leg over him, gripping his chest with her fingers and lowered herself onto him in one fluid motion until his balls bumped her ass.