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Rafe pulled her close. “I prefer the mouth of woman—this woman.” Then he kissed her, letting his tongue taste her mouth and his hands explore her body as Max joined in. There was something amazing about two pairs of hands roaming her body. Shivers of pleasure made her tremble, and they grew aroused too. Her hand touched Rafe’s crotch and he responded, so her heart rate increased and his cock grew hard. She reached for Max’s to test his arousal and must have found him just as hard for her because she purred in pleasure.
“Be my biker bad boys,” she hissed. “Fuck me hard.”
“That will be as delicious as it sounds,” Rafe said, his voice breathy.
“Gladly,” said Max.
They took her hands, leading her up to her bedroom between them, excitedly anticipating undressing her and making wild love to this wonderful woman. Rafe could barely remember a time before her and these moments he shared with his MC brother. She was quickly becoming the center of his world, and he supposed it should alarm him, but he felt only passion and a burgeoning emotion he wasn’t ready to label as they took turns ravishing her body and reducing her to a squirming heap of need between them.
Chapter 9
Dawn foundthe three of them tangled up in sweaty sheets that smelled deliciously of sex, and she came slowly awake to hot, wet kisses dancing a trail over her body, making her skin tingle. She opened sleepy eyes and smiled up at Max as he welcomed her to wakefulness with a kiss that tasted of her own body, her feminine essence. She was his taste treat, and her tastes lingered on him, making him hers for that moment.
Wordlessly, he turned his attentions back to her naked body as Rafe joined in, and she writhed on the mattress in delight. How glorious to wake to passionate embraces, touches, licks from their hot mouths. As she came more awake, Max rolled her on her side and ran his incredible tongue down her spine. The quivering sensations that filled her made her hungry for him. He grabbed a condom from the dresser and when he put it on, he snuggled up against her back. His hand came around her body to trap and then caress a breast that was anxious for his touch.
The night of passion hadn’t diluted the magic of their touch, and she moaned with delight. Max was hard, wanting her again, and he pulled her leg back, putting her foot behind his thigh as his hand led his throbbing cock into her moist slit. Rafe was watching, but then he moved forward to press lightly on her clit.
Max dipped in and out of her a couple of times, but they were more teasing strokes than anything. She whimpered when he pulled away, but Rafe was there to take his place. He slid on a condom, and his cock took the space Max had occupied. She sighed as it slipped into her, filling her again, and she gasped as his fingers toyed with her, playing with her eager nub while he thrust into her, rocking that wonderful cock inside her.
She stiffened for a second when she felt the head of Max’s cock tease her back passage, and she realized he’d been using her moisture to ensure his easy entry. She tried to relax, since it had been a long time. She hadn’t let a man take her back there for ages, but she knew relaxing and pushing back would help.
Rafe held still as Max gently entered her, taking several minutes to get her body to accommodate him. When he was buried fully in her back entrance, Rafe began to move slowly, and he and Max soon found a rhythm. Simone moaned and surrendered, finding she didn’t have to do anything to enjoy the pleasure. Their movements stimulated her perfectly, and she was able to close her eyes in contented bliss.
They did snap open as the pleasure built, and she came with a keening cry moments later. Max spilled inside her as the first convulsions of her pussy clamped around Rafe, making him come as well. It was as close to being one as the three of them could get, and that was almost as satisfying as the physical release.
Half bleary, it was marvelous sex in a pseudo dream state, an orgasmic wet dream that was also happily real, with real men and hard cocks moving in her, bringing her to climax more quickly than she’d thought would be possible after that incredible night.
She felta little self-conscious entering the kitchen with her lovers, but she didn’t want to hide the relationship. Gemma was at the kitchen table with her computer when they came down. She glanced up and laughed. “Well, well. Our protectors are still here, I see. Did you keep my big sister safe, Rafe… and Max?” she asked with a hint of slyness.
“I did my very best.” Rafe yawned.
“You seem exhausted by your efforts.” Gemma giggled before looking at Max. “Are you too?”
Max grunted and went straight for coffee.
“And are you guys now the resident bikers?” asked Gemma. She seemed unbothered by the idea.
Simone sat down, and Rafe watched her put on a serious expression. “Rafe and Max spent the night with me, Gemma.”
The girl tilted her head. “I’m a teenager, a high-school kid, and a virgin, not a mental defective, Simone. Even though I’m not a detective, like, I noticed that they didn’t sleep on the couch last night… or the night before. And it isn’t even the first time, remember.”
“I didn’t mean to be condescending; I just didn’t want to pretend that nothing was going on. I’m trying to be honest with you, not condescending.”
Gemma smiled. “Fair enough, but the truth is that after watching you three for about a minute and a half it was enough to figure out you were totally hot for each other’s bodies.” She ran her eye over Rafe. “If you hadn’t slept with them, I’d be questioning your judgment, like, seriously.”
Max cleared his throat. “You seem pretty cool with the idea of both of us lov… caring about your sister.”
Simone’s heart skipped a beat as she wondered if she’d heard his slip of the tongue properly.
Gemma shrugged. “It’s a brave new world, or something like that. I have friends who are bisexual, pansexual, and gay. It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal to have a throuple.”
Simone blinked. “Wow. I didn’t know you knew the terminology.” Honestly, she’d never heard ‘throuple’ before.
Gemma shrugged. “Internet, TV, and a zillion other places fill my head with filth.” She revealed her dimple with a grin. “Or so says that one preacher who’s always doing those infomercials.”
“Let’s not worry about what those guys say,” said Rafe. “Most of them aren’t genuine.”
Gemma shrugged. “Nope.”
