Mia knows they’re dangerous men, but Terror and Rage make her feel alive for the first time since her husband’s murder, where she nearly died. Though she carries the scars of the attack, she has moved on. One glimpse of the new bikers in town and she can’t stop thinking about them.
Terror and Rage are instantly attracted to the dark-haired beauty who serves them drinks. They try to stay away from her for her own protection while they rebuild The Howling Death M.C. When people start to die and a rival M.C. threatens their town, they can’t ignore the threat to her and intervene. They will do anything to protect her and make her theirs.
Mia has to decide if living a dull but safe life is enough for her, or if she wants to find love between the two men who make her feel alive.
“Get your filthy hands off me, Teddy Gowen. How many times do I have to tell you I’m not interested?” Mia Peretti jerked at the hold the smirking man had on her upper arms.
“You’re just playing hard to get. I've seen how you look at me when you think no one’s watching. You want me,” he said with a disgusting leer.
Mia wanted to punch him in the face and wipe that leer right off, but unfortunately he was bigger and taller than she was. She couldn't understand why he kept bothering her. She really wasn't much to look at with her wild hair and the scars she bore.
“I’m trying to play impossible to get. Leave me the hell alone!” She brought her heel down on his instep and followed it up with a head butt to the bottom of his chin, snapping his head back.
Teddy roared in pain, letting go of her as he covered his mouth with one hand and hopped over to sink into a chair. Mia didn't wait around to see if he was okay or not. Frankly, she didn't much care. Teddy had been a thorn in her side for the last six months. She’d been back home in Settler’s Point, Oklahoma, for over two years now, and suddenly he couldn't seem to leave her alone. Whatever had changed, she wished it would change back.
She needed her job at the Wagon Master Bar and Grill to keep a roof over her head. If Teddy kept on bothering her, she was afraid Scoot would fire her. He didn't like trouble, and Teddy was most definitely trouble.
“What’s got your pants on fire, girl?” June Abeles was closing in on sixty but didn't look a day over fifty. She did most of the cooking for the place and was as friendly as the day was long.
“Nothing. Just taking a quick break. I needed some water,” she lied.
“Tonight must be ‘I’m not cooking you anything till you cut the grass’ night,” June said as she arranged a hamburger on a plate piled high with fries. “I swear everyone in Settler’s Point is out there tonight.”
“I agree with you there.” She finished up the last of the water she’d poured and grabbed up the plates June had finished.
Backing out of the kitchen area, Mia carried the two plates of food to the men sitting near the stage. Then she grabbed pitchers of tea and water and made the rounds on her side of the building, refilling glasses and clearing away dishes. For a Thursday, it sure was busy. What was in the air to have folks out in droves like this?
“Another round over here, Mia!” one of the men near the bathrooms called out. She checked the table and nodded before heading to the bar for their refills.
“Hopping tonight. You doing okay?” Duke, the bartender, asked. “I saw Teddy messing with you again. You handled him like a pro.”
“I don’t get it. Why won’t he leave me alone? I've told him no and that I have no interest in him, but it doesn't seem to faze him.” She watched as Duke loaded her tray up.
“You’re a desirable woman, Mia. He’s enamored, but he’s a bully, too. So watch out for him. Don’t let him catch you alone anywhere.”
Mia hefted the tray to her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m doing everything I can to stay out of his way.”
She carried the tray to the table in the back and distributed the mugs of beer. They were all nice guys for the most part. Sure, they were bikers, but they’d never caused any trouble and kept to themselves. There had been some trouble a couple of years back, right around the time she’d moved back to Settler’s Point, but it hadn't leaked into town really. Now all they seemed to do was work their bike shop and the garage outside of town.
She didn't mind serving them since the other waitresses were too scared. They were polite enough and left good tips. They didn't hit on her or feel her up like some of the men that hung around in the bar, but then she wouldn't have expected them to considering how she looked.
She picked up their empties and turned to walk back to the bar. The door opened, letting in a gust of colder air along with two men she’d never seen before. They were both big men, taller than anyone there, at least six and a half feet. Their shoulders were broad, with wide chests that narrowed at their waists. She’d never seen anyone like them before. Their thighs were as big around as tree trunks, and they had thick, muscular arms, as well as huge hands.
The similarities continued in their stances and on up to their faces. They weren't identical but mighty damn close with features that were similar enough to assure her they were brothers if not twins. They both had the same strong chin below full, kissable lips and wide cheekbones. Where one of them had a slight crook to his nose, the other one had a slight bump. It was obvious they’d been broken at least once. She couldn't help but wonder if they’d done it to each other, or if it had happened at the same time.
It was their eyes that stopped her breath. They were the brightest blue she’d ever seen before. The man with the slight crook to his nose had eyes just a shade lighter in color than the other man’s, but both of them had a stare that would make a man piss his pants if there were any chance they were looking for him. She had no doubt they were hard men from the way they held themselves and the cold, slightly bored expressions as they looked around the room.
To her disbelief, both men smiled at her and slowly advanced with arousal evident in their darkened eyes. Terror even licked his lips. They were plump, kissable lips, too. She backed up until they had her pinned against the short bar that divided her kitchenette from the front living space.
“We’re not lecturing you, baby. We’re concerned about your safety. No accusation there at all,” Rage fairly purred as he pressed his body next to hers so that she could easily feel the hard planes and indentions of his muscular chest, as well as the thick outline of a very impressive cock against her belly.
Her panties were soaking wet in an instant, and all the breath left her body as she zeroed in on the rod that he rubbed provocatively over her abdomen. Staring up into his dark blue eyes took Mia to another galaxy where nothing existed but the three of them. Terror’s wet tongue painted a damp path from her neck where her shoulder began, all the way up to her jawline.
Damn! I’m going to freaking come just from their touch. They haven’t even played with my breasts or pussy yet. What are they doing to me?
Mia tried to draw in enough breath to ask them that question, but Rage lowered his head and nipped her chin before licking from one corner of her mouth to the other. She opened her mouth in a soft O and he struck, slipping his tongue inside to conquer her with sinful caresses and stabbing attacks that left her clinging to both he and his brother as her legs gave out from under her.
Terror growled as she held on to his shoulder. He nipped her earlobe then sucked on it until she nearly whimpered. Rage pulled back from the heady kiss and lifted her to the bar. His brother immediately started pulling her blouse off, and she wasn't doing a damn thing to stop them. Where had her bravado gone? Only moments earlier she had been spitting mad and ready to take scalps. Now she was all but humping their legs.
When cool air hit her breasts, Mia realized they’d managed to remove her bra without her even realizing it. Her beaded nipples felt tight and itchy as she squirmed on the counter top. As if choreographed, both men leaned in and claimed a breast each. Relief poured through her as they assuaged the ache of her nipples, nipping and sucking on them until a new pang began in her pussy.
Mia fisted her hands in their hair, pulling the ties out that kept it out of their eyes. She raked their scalps with her nails then tangled her hands all over again in the thick, luxurious feel of silky strands. They squeezed her needy flesh as they crammed as much of her tits as they could manage into their mouths before pulling back and starting all over again.
“Yes! Oh, God, that feels so good,” she said with tears in her voice.
Both men captured a nipple between their teeth and tugged on it until the lightest tendrils of pain had her writhing between them.
“God, yes! More. Bite me, please,” she begged.
Was that her voice? It sounded breathy and hoarse, as if she’d been screaming. Had she screamed? She couldn't remember it if she had. They were ruining her. She’d never be able to get them out of her head now that she’d had a taste of them.
They took her for her word and bit the sensitive teats then licked all around the teeth marks before sucking on the overly aroused peaks again. Then Rage buried his face against her cleavage before biting a mound of flesh while Terror sucked her nipple tight against the roof of his mouth and drew back, stretching her breast out until she felt the burning in her clit. She wanted to rub on it, but she had her hands so tangled up in their hair she wasn't sure she’d ever get them out again.
Pressure built even as she tried to squeeze her legs against the burning need that was fast driving her crazy. She’d never come just from someone playing with her breasts before, but damn if it didn't feel as if she was about to do just that.
“Terror! Rage! So good. Oh, fuck. I’m coming,” she screamed in a hoarse voice.
Her body vibrated as her cunt squeezed almost convulsively, looking for something to hold onto, but there was nothing there. She could feel her juices soaking through her jeans now and was positive there’d be a wet spot on the counter when she got down.
“Fuck, look at her, T. She’s beautiful. So fucking responsive,” Rage rasped out as she shook violently from the force of her climax.
“I can smell her, Rage. She’s bound to be dripping honey right now.” Terror pulled free of her grasp, leaving a few hairs tangled in her fingers.
He all but shoved his brother to the side as he spread her legs wide and buried his face in her crotch. Her jeans were still in place, and the man was face down in her lap. Mia would have laughed except she didn't have enough breath to.
“Get her fucking jeans off,” Rage snarled.
“I’m trying.” Terror had backed up and was tearing at the button and pulling at the zipper all at the same time.
“Move out of the way. I’ll get it,” Rage said.
Terror growled but moved enough that his brother was able to finish unzipping them. Terror lifted her up so that Rage could pull them down her legs.
“Shoes!” she managed to get out just before Rage helplessly tangled them inside out around her shoes.
The shoes didn't last long before he had them tossed over his shoulder to land somewhere near the door. Then her jeans were gone, as well. Thinking that they would calm down now that the dreaded pants were history, she yelped when Terror suddenly grasped her panties and jerked them free of her hips in one hard tug. To her complete shock, he buried his face in them and groaned.
Rage jerked them out of his hands and did the same thing before both men dove for her pussy at the same time.
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