Highway to Heaven (5 page)

“I don’t know what you are doing, but do it
again. Son-of-a-bitch, her mouth is fucking hot.” Colt arched
upwards and forced her to take him all the way to the balls,
groaning as he felt her throat stretch and open to accommodate his
girth and length. With each inch she took, he could feel his balls
loading and tightening. He pulled out nice and slow, allowing her
to get a good breath before sliding back in.

“Damn her sweet little cunt is tight. I can’t
wait to sink my cock deep in this juicy little hole.” Gage thrusted
in and out of her fast and hard, groaning at the suctioning sounds
that came from her milking his fingers.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and Sahara
didn’t know if it was from gagging or from the emotions that
finally burst free. Whatever the reason, she didn’t hold back.
Instead, she turned it all over to the two bikers who seemed to
know what she needed more than she did. She hummed around Colt when
Gage added yet another digit to her already full hole, giving her
that sting she so craved to go with the caress he produced inside
her womb. Her mind floated away, ignoring all reality. Right now,
all she thought about was what would come next. As her first sexual
encounter within the clubs, the edging worry about appearing less
than honorable didn’t apply. It wouldn’t matter with these guys if
she was the biggest slut ever to walk the earth—they saw things
differently than the rest of the world she’d come from. So messing
around with two guys, which had always been her biggest fantasy,
wasn’t taboo in this world. Those right and wrong restrictions were
gone forever, and dammit, she was gonna enjoy herself.

“Yes!” she gasped as Colt pulled out once
again, tracing her lips with his dripping cock. The air burned in
her lungs while she gasped to catch her breath, unaware of them
maneuvering her until her clothes hit the floor. Colt dropped his
mouth to hers, kissing her until her knees were like limp noodles.
His mouth trailed down her jaw and neck, seeking out her taut
nipples like a heat seeking missile. When he reached his target,
his lips wrapped around the tight bud and tugged it between his
teeth, clamping down with enough sting she arched her back.
“Aah-h-h!” Sahara groaned.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Gage said from behind. She
could vaguely hear the rustle of clothes falling and boots clomping
to the floor as Colt stripped and pulled her down on the bed on top
of him. She felt two hands pull her hips up to bring her ass in the
air, tracing over the tender flesh of each cheek. Colt’s hand was
busy rubbing up and down her back while the other traced the head
of his cock along her wet heat.

“Keep this hot little ass up in the air. I
wanna see that pussy drip, baby.” Gage bent down and licked up her
slit, sucking and probing her folds until she arched against his
face. “Mmm, that’s it,” he growled, licking up and down until she
shook.

“You ever had a cock in here, baby?” Gage ran
his finger back to her pucker, prodding and poking to coat the
tight hole with her own juices. Sahara pressed back against his
finger, taking it to the first knuckle as an answer. “Sonofabitch!
I take it you like a fat dick in your ass you little slut,” Gage
groaned.

“I’ve never had anal… I’ve just used toys
before. I figured if I ever got a chance I wanted to enjoy it and
not be in pain
. I love it
.” Sahara tilted her head up and
kissed Colt, taking her time to give him all she had. It was her
own little way of alluring him even though they’d already done most
of it for her. She was way the hell out of her league, thus why
she’d never even fathomed the idea of being with one of the guys
from the Ops. But now… If this was anything to go by, there’d be no
way she ever went back to vanilla. Ever. Not if they kept making
her feel like—
ooooh
! Before she was able to make a full
thought, Gage added another finger, using both hands for each of
her holes. She’d masturbated with two dildos before, but damn if it
didn’t feel totally different having real fingers working her body
over like she’d never been touched. As fingers were replaced with
cocks and her body turned over to the two men, Sahara exploded. Her
head thrashed back and forth as the men worked in unison, bringing
her maximum pleasure. She couldn’t hold off the orgasm that felt
like it was taking over her body. While her pussy and ass milked
and squeezed their cocks in unison, the men grunted their releases,
soaking her insides with their cum as she followed.
Yep, no
going back to vanilla for her
.

Heaven heard screams coming from the
adjoining room, and since most everyone was out rounding up dinner
or busy doing recon on the area and getting Intel on some of the
leads they had for Reyes’ whereabouts, fear struck. The rooms
locked, but it didn’t take much to push past the old frame and hip
bump the door ajar with one hit. She mentally prepared for the
worst—waiting to see how bad the Diablos had ravished one of their
own but she was left with her mouth hanging open for another
reason.

She’d heard screams all right…screams from
Sahara as Gage and Colt double fucked her in the room right next to
hers. Gage’s eyes flung to the door, his movements freezing
momentarily. Something she couldn’t explain flashed through his
eyes and it took her by surprise. Regret maybe? For a brief moment,
Heaven could have sworn he had feelings for her. Then, as fast as
it’d come, it disappeared and he turned his attention back to the
howling Sahara and moaning Colt as if she wasn’t even there. She
looked at the pile of tangled bodies and her face flushed a bright
red, the heat radiating off in waves around her. “Fucking
pathetic,” she hissed, turning on her heel and stomping out of the
room, not caring the door didn’t shut fully when she slammed it
behind her. It wasn’t like they’d care if they had a fuckin’
audience. Hell, they probably preferred it. “I’m surprised she
didn’t have her stupid ass stripper heels on to spur them on,” she
grumbled, passing her room and heading straight for the rundown
Cantina attached to the motel.

*****

Gage felt the sting of seeing the pain rip
across Heaven’s angelic face when she busted in, obviously shocked
at what she found. He and Colt had been over it time and time
again, and while he could see himself possibly settling for Heaven,
Colt was too wild and free. His stubbornness to stay single and
fuck his way through every bitch that came along out won their
chances at claiming her as theirs. It wasn’t that Gage wouldn’t
branch off and have a broad to himself, but to be honest they’d
been doing a tag team show for so long the idea of one on one sex,
whether committed or not, just wasn’t a turn on. He and Colt had
been like brothers from a young age. When his parents died, Colt’s
parents had taken him in and raised him as their own. One hot
summer night, a bunch of thugs decided to pick their block for a
drive-by and killed both of Colt’s parents and little sister. The
boys had been close enough to legal age they refused and dodged the
system. The Savages had found them scavenging through the trash for
food one night and picked them up. With a new family and way of
life, they’d made a pact never to be in a position of vulnerability
again. Which, to them, meant always sticking together. So it didn’t
matter what he thought about Heaven. If Colt wasn’t on board, he
wasn’t either. And right now, his cock felt pretty fucking good so
it didn’t really matter what tomorrow held. The only thing that
mattered was the here and now.

*****

The dirty rundown Mexican bar smelled of
B.O., puke, and alcohol the moment Heaven stepped foot through the
door. There were only a handful of patrons sitting at the bar. If
looks were anything to go off, either they were regulars that
showed up at opening and didn’t leave until closing time, or they
never left. She couldn’t tell which. It was almost too strong of a
temptation to pull out her hand sanitizer and start wiping down
spots on the floor to step on, and continue a path for her to sit
at the far side of the bar. With an old Mexican tune tinkling in
the background, she had to stifle a laugh. This place was worse
than the bar on the movie
Desperado
. Heaven didn’t know if
guns would start going off or if she’d see vampires climb out of
the walls in an eerie remake of
From Dusk Til Dawn
. It was
one hell of a location for a horror film, that was for damn sure.
Three men old enough that they appeared to be dirt wrapped in
crispy thin old tin foil all turned and stared, their toothless
grins and insinuations enough to make her roll her eyes and snort
out a laugh. Given her surroundings, she seemed safer here than in
her room alone. She offered up a friendly smile and turned to the
middle aged bar tender.

“Tequila,
por favor
?” she asked,
keeping her words to a minimum. She knew enough Spanish to get by
in most cases, but didn’t want to accidently start a rapid fire
conversation that she couldn’t follow. Thankfully with her choppy
accent, there wouldn’t be any mistaking her lack of knowledge to
the language.

“
Si
,” he said, turning to pour her a
shot. His eyes turned to her and he hesitated, contemplating
something she didn’t quite understand. After a moment he smiled and
fetched a lime wedge and salt shaker, nodding as he gave her the
drink.

“
Gracias, señor
,” she said.

“
De nada
,
señorita
,” he
grinned, waiting to watch her drink it.
How weird
! Okay…so
it was nice of him to give her the lime and salt because she was an
American because in Mexico they didn’t use it. Either he had hopes
she’d bring in more business, or he had hopes she couldn’t hold her
liquor. She could out drink half the damn club. He’d be awful
disappointed if he thought he’d get some
coño blanco,
white
pussy, tonight. On a plus note, the whole situation had temporarily
taken her attention to the scene that was forever burnt in her
corneas after walking in on the two men she’d stupidly set her
sights on. Fuck it. Men were all the same. And bikers…ha! They were
the worst of the breed. The only thing she liked about the idea of
being with a biker in the club for more than just a fun time was
the no bullshit, straight up ways. No man pretended to be anything.
What you saw was what you got in most cases. Sure, normally there
was some gooey center somewhere deep in the hard casing of leather
and brute force, but that was only left to be found by the ol’ lady
they were meant to be with. Which meant, she’d never find it.

Heaven had been in a few long term
relationships in her life, but all ended badly, to put it nicely.
Well, there wasn’t much nice to put any of the bullshit. From
getting her face beat in to cheating and two timing slime balls who
all had promised her the world, she’d seen it all. The Savages were
the ones who’d saved her from her last and final train wreck, and
she’d never do it again. Yet, here she was, shocked she’d found the
guys she’d been fucking in bed with another club’s whore. Yeah, as
if she should ever be shocked at anything, right? They were just
fucking. Heaven repeated that to herself over and over, shot after
shot until the heat started to numb all of the stupid thoughts that
had her drinking in the first place.

A couple hours passed, and somehow she’d
managed to find an English cassette tape and was now drowning her
unknown sorrows, because—truthfully, after she lost count on shots,
what sorrows could she possibly have—to the twang and soul of Hank
Williams Jr.’s “Blues Man”. The regulars had all taken a shining to
her, and despite the language barrier, seemed to think they were
old friends. “More Cuervo, Pablo!” She slammed the glass down on
the bar a little harder than she intended or cared. He’d long
stopped bothering with the lime and pleasantries and handed her the
bottle, pointing to the worm floating along the bottom of the
bottle. Heaven tossed her head back and laughed. “You bet your ass,
Pablo.”

He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “No,
no…
suicidio
,
cariño
.”

Heaven had long gone quiet trying to pretend
jumbled Spanish and just nodded. “Oh hell yeah. I’m a badass. Ain’t
no little worm gonna intimidate me. Nope. See, I’ve been through
the gates of hell and danced my way on through,” she slurred. Her
hand moved through the air, mimicking the waves of an ocean. The
old withered man next to her laughed.

“
Loco
!” he said nodding. The others
laughed, enjoying the show. Seeing a tiny petite white girl slam
back shots of booze and belt out “Outlaw Women” along with the Hank
Williams Jr. and Gretchen Wilson tune that played probably was more
excitement than they’d had in a year. It wasn’t long until she was
a mix of feistiness, up dancing and singing on the bar one minute
and the next pissed off and ready to go out and find all of the
Diablos herself and take them on all at once. At the mention of the
Diablos, the others went white as a sheet and fell silent, all
exchanging glances at one another. Even in her drunken stupor she
picked up on it and knew they had information. It may take some
work, and possibly some aspirin, but come tomorrow she was going to
get it out of them whatever it took.

Raven stepped in to the little dim lit bar
expecting a piss warm glass of flat beer and prepared prayers he
wouldn’t end up with the shits after. The familiar sound of the old
country twang floated through the air with an off key female voice
belting out at the top of her lungs and dancing on a table that’d
seen better days. Heaven had her shirt tied up under her tits and
her ass shaking to the beat despite being totally shit faced. When
she jumped down and almost busted her ass, he moved from the
shadows and over to the bar and ordered a drink. Either she was
ignoring him, or was too fucked up to notice. She went back over to
a half drained bottle of Jose and tipped it up, chugging a few
gulps as some drizzled down her chin. He propped his arm up on the
bar and watched to see if she’d notice. For the bar being damn near
empty and her not to spot him, she was pretty damn lit. He
chuckled, shaking his head to the bartender. The
hombre
just
grinned and handed him an ice cold
cervasa
. He took a huge
gulp and his eyebrows raised in approval. Who’d of thought a shit
hole in the middle of Mexico had decent beer?