and my boys need some rest before the flight. You have Ulrich Mason’s number if you need to reach us, and of course we’ll be available should there be any hearings. I’m glad we were able to help.” Tala turned and walked away with the two huge wolves following close behind. She felt the chief’s gaze on her back all the way to her SUV. She’d left the rental vehicle with its darkly tinted windows parked at the side of the road.
“Okay guys. Get in.” She opened the door and both animals jumped into the back seat. Tala climbed in, fastened her seat belt, and pulled out onto the pavement, heading off into the setting sun. It felt good, knowing their intervention had saved that little girl’s life.
Tala glanced into the rearview mirror at the two unbelievably beautiful naked men slipping into jeans and shirts. Mik Fuentes looked up and caught her eye. The smile that spread slowly across his face made her heart beat a little faster and the muscles in her pussy clench in anticipation. He shoved his long, black hair out of his eyes and winked.
“Neutered, eh? Not this puppy.”
AJ Temple pulled his knit shirt over his head and nudged Mik. “Maybe that’s your problem. No balls.” He winked. Tala returned his grin in the reflection in the rearview mirror. With his curling dark hair and thick black lashes around those amber eyes, he was absolutely gorgeous…and full of the devil.
Mik leaned back in the seat and folded his muscular arms behind his head. “You were sucking on something of mine last night, and it wasn’t my cock. That piece of meat was resting comfortably deep inside our lady’s lovely little pussy.”
AJ laughed, but he squirmed in his seat. Tala wished she was tall enough to see more of him in the mirror because she was absolutely positive he’d gotten hard just thinking about sucking Mik’s balls. Her pussy clenched in sympathy. There was something so hot about sex in a motel room with two absolutely gorgeous men.
Her men. Her bonded mates. Damn, how had she ever gotten so lucky? Tala turned her attention toward the road west. Musing aloud, she asked, “What do you guys think of driving instead of flying home? There’s a lot of country I haven’t seen between here and California.” And a lot of motel rooms… For a retired prostitute who’d really loved her work, roadside motels were pretty special places.
“Sounds good.” Mik fastened his seatbelt and nudged AJ. “You know how it is with Tala and those seedy little motels…”
2
Shannon fastened her helmet, settled her butt against the smooth leather seat, and wondered once again how the hell she’d let herself get talked into traveling three thousand miles on a motorcycle. She glanced over her shoulder just as Bay threw his leg over the saddle of his bike, one identical to Jake’s.
Dressed similarly to Jake in full black leathers with a full-face black helmet, Bay looked just as tall, lean, and dangerous as her bonded mate…Both of them were sexy as hell. Jake started his bike just as Bay turned the key in his. The low rumble sent a shiver of arousal through Shannon’s pussy and she wrapped her arms around Jake’s waist.
He gave Bay a thumbs up and pulled slowly out of their driveway. The early morning air was crisp and cool, the sky already fading from pink to blue, and the road beckoned. Shannon shifted on the seat of the big bike and held on tight as they picked up speed and headed out.
Eight hours and almost four hundred miles later, Shannon was more than ready to call it a day. They pulled into a nice motel in a forested region, but for the life of her she couldn’t even say what state they were in. All that mattered was a hot shower and a bed with clean sheets. She wasn’t even sure she’d be able to eat.
Her pussy no longer felt the vibrations. The poor thing was numb. Bay took care of getting them a room with two king-sized beds. Shannon claimed one for herself. “I am sleeping alone. Tonight, and quite possibly every night hereafter. I can’t believe you two talked me into this.” She flopped backward on the mattress and covered her eyes with the back of her hand.
Chuckling quietly, Jake and Bay went in search of dinner. Shannon waited until they left and then headed for the shower. It even hurt to walk.
An hour later, she pushed herself away from the table littered with Chinese take-out cartons. “I’m exhausted. Bedtime for me. My butt will never be the same and my crotch has been vibrated beyond repair.”
“Would a massage help?” Bay sat back in his chair with his feet on the edge of the bed and stretched. He wore nothing but jeans, the zipper only partially raised, the taut muscles of his belly glistening in the low light. “I’m sore, but I imagine your muscles are really tight.” He locked his fingers behind his head and stretched again.
“Good idea,” Jake said, before she’d even had a chance to reply. Somehow, within seconds, Shannon was naked and spread out on her tummy on the bed she’d claimed with a man kneeling on either side of her.
Jake squirted lotion into his hand and passed the bottle to Bay. She heard squishy sounds as the men warmed it between their hands and then groaned aloud as two sets of fingers spread out across her back and buttocks.
There were no words. None. Shannon couldn’t have described the unbelievable bliss of strong hands working her stiff and oh-so-sore muscles if she’d tried.
She closed her eyes and moaned occasionally, just so they’d know she was awake. It seemed to work. Jake hummed as he rubbed; his big hands, so familiar with her body, finding every tight muscle, every aching bone. Baylor concentrated more on her buttocks, massaging and kneading each cheek and bringing life back to the muscles along the backs of her upper thighs.
It was purely accidental, wasn’t it, when his fingers slipped between her pussy lips, when his thumb found her clit?
The guys talked softly about the day’s journey. It was obvious they’d loved every minute. Meaningless words and phrases passed above her head, and she could tell by the strength of their massage that both men got off on the power of their bikes, the big engines, and the pure joy of the ride.
She got off on their joy, but the massage wasn’t bad either. At some point, the men both lost their clothes. She wasn’t sure when it happened but noticed the occasional thump of a hard erection against her thigh, the damp slide of a smooth crown, slick with moisture, along her back.
The massage grew more languorous, the touch more erotic. Her breasts received their fair share of attention, as did the cleft of her butt and the soft lips between her thighs. She wasn’t sure if the slippery cream Bay used to rub her tired muscles came from a tube of lotion or the slick fluids between her legs. Maybe he swept it from the end of his cock…it didn’t matter, so long as his hands worked their magic.
They took her together, finally. Jake lay on his back and pulled Shannon over on top of him. Her skin tingled with arousal, but her muscles were so relaxed she merely lay there, draped across his hard body while he used his fingers to open her slit. He stroked her for less than a minute, sliding easily in her slick juices before slipping his big cock into her greedy sex. Thrusting hard and deep, he found just the right sweet spot to bring her off before he fully entered her.
She sighed through the sweet vibrations of her climax, barely aware of Bay kneeling behind her. His fingers stroked the taut little pucker of her ass, pressing and rubbing until he could press his cock against her and slip through her tight sphincter without effort. He kept on pushing and slid smoothly along her channel.
When his soft tangle of pubic hair brushed her cheeks, she came again, another small ripple
