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Closing her eyes, Kaiya flicked on the vibrator, pressed it to her pussy and let her imagination fly. She pictured Boone and Gabby standing at the edge of the bed, watching as she pleasured herself, swollen cocks in their hands as they pumped the shafts. Droplets of perspiration ran down her skin, soaking the sheets beneath her as she fucked herself with the vibrator. There were so many kinky things she wanted to try, and being watched was one of them. Thighs wide, she used her free hand to rub her clitoris, moving her fingers in erotic little circles. She paused every so often to suck the juice from her fingers, relishing the taste of herself. She interspersed light movement with harder, faster rubbing. Her body began to twitch as the first tiny electrical pulses radiated out from her throbbing clit. Her head remained filled with the image of Boone and Gabby watching her, jacking off with her, moaning their approval of such base desires, tugging on their cocks as they called her dirty names—cunt, whore. Yes, she
was
a dirty little slut.

Gabby and Boone would come, bliss covering their faces as they ejaculated, showering her face and breasts with thick spurts of cum. Kaiya slammed her thighs shut over the toy just as a shattering orgasm ripped through her. She convulsed, shuddering from head to toe as vise-like contractions clamped her pussy around the vibrator.

She lay panting, trying to gather her scattered wits. Her body was satisfied for now, but it left a simmering need for her two men. Good thing she was going on a date with them later.

Chapter Four

Kaiya rubbed her sweating palms along her jeans and took deep breaths in an effort to slow her racing heart. She never thought she’d be this nervous. This was, technically, her first date. The two men she’d had relations with had been employees of her grandfather, and at no time did they even hint about taking her out somewhere. They’d been a dirty little secret, although she often wondered how ignorant Hiro Matsumoto had actually been. After her dalliances with the employees, it wasn’t long before both men had been replaced.

She shook off the memories. It was not time to think of other men, especially her other lovers. She held no illusions that Boone and Gabby had probably fucked every pussy that slept at the club, but she didn’t let it bother her. She planned to be up front with both men. If they wanted her, the three of them would be exclusive for however long their relationship lasted. If they wanted to fuck other women, she wouldn’t stop them, but it would be over. She didn’t play games. Well, at least not those kinds of games. She planned to do a lot of role-playing, however, with Boone and Gabby.

At seven, both men appeared in her doorway. She was going to have to get to a strobe signaler and rig it to the door somehow, but for now, she’d left it open, knowing they were going to arrive. Kaiya took a deep breath and smiled at them. Butterflies danced through her belly as Gabby held out his hand for her and she placed hers trustingly in the big palm. He led her out of the room, down the stairs and through the clubhouse with Boone following. Once again, the other members were partying. A prospect stood behind the bar serving beer. Scantily clad girls danced to music that Kaiya couldn’t hear but felt through the thumping against the floor. Some were in the men’s laps, kissing and grinding. The scent of sex lingered in the air, along with cigarettes, sweat and old fermentation. She was slowly getting used to the not-quite-pleasant odor.

The night air gently wafted by, so she zipped up her jacket. She had worn the jeans like Boone had suggested, and had tucked the legs into calf-high leather boots. Since she didn’t own any T-shirts, she wore a cotton button-down. Gabby handed her a helmet, smaller than the one she’d used the other day. A price tag was still attached on the inside. She used her thumbnail to scrape it off. It touched her that he’d gone and bought something for her. She smiled her thanks and strapped it on. A little visor came down over her eyes.

Gabby mounted his gigantic bike. He wrangled it upward before kicking the stand back and gesturing with his head for her to climb behind him. She straddled the thing like Boone had shown her and wrapped her arms around his waist. The bike rumbled to life and off they went, leaving the compound behind. Boone led the way as they raced down the road. She angled her hips to get the maximum benefit of being on the bike, and knew that the tease would only amp up the anticipation of what would happen after the date. No way would she settle for just a peck goodnight, not after masturbating herself into nirvana.

They didn’t go very far, only to the beginning of the interstate before they pulled into a diner. Next to it stood a burned-out shell of building. Gabby pulled to a stop, and she slithered off as he cut the engine. The vibration stopped, and she missed the pulsing sensation. Boone walked up to her and took her hand to lead her inside.

It was just a plain diner, nothing spectacular, and yet, she couldn’t squelch the nervous excitement of being on her first date. The hostess led them to a booth, and Kaiya slid in, with Gabby sitting across from her. Boone sat beside her.

“I know this is nothing fancy,” Boone said.

She pulled out her pen and notebook from the inner pocket of her jacket. “This is great!” she wrote. “I’ve never been to a diner.”

Both men blinked at her, looking startled.

“Did you grow up in Japan?” Gabby signed.

She shook her head and wrote, “No, I was born here. My grandfather prevented me from going to places like this. So thank you. Best date ever!”

Gabby smiled. The waitress walked up with her pen and little order pad, and the men started talking to her. Kaiya only caught half of what they were saying since she couldn’t see each person’s lips, but when it came time for her, she wrote down a cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate shake. She’d always wanted to try that. The waitress looked at her like she was weird, but Kaiya didn’t let it bother her. People always looked at her strangely.

“How long have you been with the Men of Hell?” she wrote and held the pad up to Boone.

“Gabby and I both joined when we were discharged from the Marines,” he said.

She nodded.

“Technically, I’m a disabled vet,” Gabby signed. “I got wounded in battle and once I recovered, I was discharged from service.”

He fingered his scar, and she noticed it was more of an absent-minded gesture than a conscious one. He pulled his brows together in a dark scowl and she surmised it was because of memories. She may not have known them long, but Kaiya had spent a lifetime studying people. Gabby Dixon didn’t like reminders. He was a quiet man who kept to himself, and the words tattooed on his fingers only reinforced his need to forget. It made her wonder what type of man he would’ve been if he hadn’t found the motorcycle club. She decided to change topics.

“I lost my hearing at age ten,” she wrote on her notepad. “My parents and I went to Asia on vacation. I contracted bacterial meningitis and the doctors there treated me with ototoxic drugs. The combination left me deaf.”

Both men frowned but they didn’t look at her with pity. She liked that. So many times people changed when they learned about had what happened to her. They suddenly thought she was a poor
thing
instead of a woman who had gone on to receive her college degree in accounting. Gabby and Boone simply perceived her as if they were discovering one more fact, which is how she hoped this date would proceed. She wanted to know everything about these two big men.

The food arrived, and all thought of talking ended as she dug into her meal. The cheeseburger was messy but good, the French fries greasy yet tasty and the chocolate shake was simply divine. One of the best meals she’d ever eaten.

Boone touched her arm, and when she turned to face him, he grinned. “For a tiny thing you sure can put the food away.”

She grabbed her pen and paper. “I’m not tiny. I’m five foot ten. Very tall for a woman.”

“Yeah, but you weigh what? A hundred pounds soaking wet?”

The lines around his eyes crinkled delightfully so she knew he was simply teasing her. She decided to be a little naughty. Quickly, she wrote out a reply and as she showed it to him, she laid her hand on his upper thigh.

“If you’re worried I won’t be able to take your cock…don’t be.”

She read his lips. “Fuck me.”

She nodded, letting him know that yes, she wanted to very much.

Gabby rose and headed toward the cashier. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and handed over some bills. Just like that, dinner was over. Boone scooted out of the booth and grabbed her hand. The two men practically raced out of the diner as if the Hounds of Hell were on their heels. Pride and power surged through her, knowing that she was able to drive these two strong men a little crazy.

This time she sat behind Boone as they raced out of the parking lot back to the compound. She couldn’t appreciate the night ride with thoughts of what lay at the end of their journey—getting all hot and sweaty in a good way with the two gorgeous men. The expectation had desire pooling in her belly and trickling down to her pussy. She grew wet just thinking about how the night was going to progress.

Boone and Gabby didn’t say much as they parked their bikes, then they all but dragged her off the back and through the house. At the top of the stairs, they didn’t head to her small room. Instead, they turned left and marched to another room. Gabby opened the door, then it was the three of them cocooned in the darkness with the bed only a few feet away.

Boone took her mouth in a kiss, slanting his lips across hers until he forced them apart. He deepened the lip lock, caressing his tongue along hers. By the time he raised his head, she was breathless—waiting, wanting.

Gabby kissed her next, just like when they had stood next to his bike that first night. Her clothes came off in between kisses. She couldn’t strip fast enough and when she was completely naked, she knelt before them and ran a hand up each of their muscular thighs—two cocks, hard as nails, outlined through the denim. This was what she wanted, to suck them both off until they shot their loads over her body and got it in her hair. That’s what good little sluts did for their men. The wicked thoughts had her pussy juice flowing, and she quickly unzipped Gabby’s pants before doing the same to Boone’s. The men helped, pushing down their jeans and underwear until their thick dicks were revealed. Kaiya immediately encircled them with her hands, gripping both cocks that were equally big, although Gabby’s might have been a little longer. Fluid appeared at the tip of each cock, spilling over. She licked one then the other, loving the salty taste of their pre-cum. She looked up at Gabby and Boone. They watched her with hooded gazes, lust making their eyes burn brightly. She scooped up new drops of their essence on her finger and, watching them, stuck out her tongue and wiped her finger clean. She couldn’t hear their groans but felt the rumble in their bodies. Then she pointed to their cocks before touching her breasts, alluding to where she wanted them to aim. Both men nodded, so she went back to the blow job.

She fisted Gabby and brought her mouth down on Boone, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. He speared his fingers in her hair, guiding her up and down on his cock. At first, she went slow and steady, savoring the feel of him gliding in and out of her mouth. She’d only given one other blow job and the dick had been slim and short. Boone’s cock hit her gag reflex and she couldn’t help the slight closing of her throat. He instantly stilled and tried to pull away, but she held his hips. She had to adapt quickly and relax her throat muscles as well as breathe out of her nose, and she learned that he really liked when she swallowed around his cockhead.

After a moment, Kaiya pulled off and changed positions, this time swallowing Gabby while giving Boone the hand job. Gabby felt slightly different in her mouth—more robust. His pre-cum was a little more potent. Instead of continuing the leisurely exploration as she’d done with Boone, Kaiya sucked him with quick, bobbing actions. She made sure to use her tongue in the slit every time she came down to capture whatever fluid came out of the tip.

Then she pulled off him to continue on Boone. Back and forth she went, loving the taste of each. Her clit tingled, her pussy ached, and she wanted to feel them jacking all over her. Deciding to focus on one, she sucked Boone down and worked him until he tensed and tried to pull out of her mouth. She backed away and gave him a hand job until he squirted his jizz on her tits.

Watching him come on her skin made her feel dirty—wanton. She loved how the act seemed like it belonged in a cheap motel and wished she could hear his moans of pleasure. Once Boone was finished, he sat on the bed, casually stroking his deflating cock while she turned her attention to Gabby. Their gazes met as she worshiped him on her knees, and he buried his fingers in her hair. At first, he guided her, much as Boone had, until she relaxed and let him take over.

She looked up at him from her kneeling position, her head back as he fucked her mouth, allowing them to stare at each another. She gripped his thighs, holding on, loving the rush as he pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth. She gave him permission to use her in such a base way as to let her fantasy play out. He pumped faster, and when he pulled out of her mouth, she closed her eyes and leaned back to let him shoot where he wanted. A splash of warm cum hit her face, her neck, across her breasts. Just picturing herself draped in their spunk turned her on so much that she slipped a finger into the folds of her pussy.

Boone removed her hand, then picked her up and laid her on the bed. He buried his face between her thighs, licking her from the bottom of her slit to the top. When he sucked her needy clit into his mouth, she couldn’t hold back her lusty cry. He ran his fingers up and down her opening then pushed in. He fucked her with his finger and with his mouth, unrelenting, until she burst apart with a climax that was off the chart. She soared to the heavens and touched the stars. As great as her self-induced orgasm from earlier had been, this was a hundred times better.