Sexy Beast III. Morgan Hawke

      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 of pleasure. Shannon sighed as Bay slowly withdrew, then just as slowly filled her. Jake held perfectly still, his cock clenched deep inside her sheath. Shannon knew he felt Bay’s cock each time their packmate thrust, felt the thick intrusion of the other man’s erection sliding past his own.

      She was stuffed full with Bay’s erection gliding in and out of her backside and Jake’s sizeable cock filling her pussy. She loved this sensation, her body sandwiched between two lovers, men who loved one another almost as deeply as they loved her. Her entire body was so relaxed she felt like overheated Jello, a mere blob of sensation for two men to fuck.

      But they did more than that. So much more. Shannon nuzzled the thick hair on Jake’s chest and figured it was worth sitting on a motorcycle for all those long hours if this was the way they planned to treat her at the end of the day.

      Bay quickened his pace just as Jake arched his hips and drove deep inside her sex. His big hands grasped both her breasts, kneading and rubbing while flicking at her nipples with his thumbs. Jake’s touch sent a zing of current from her breasts to her clit. Bay’s short, sharp breaths against her spine told her how close he was to coming; the tight grasp of his fingers around her hips dragged her back against him with each deep thrust.

      Sensation built upon sensation; arousal stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thoughts from her mind. Shannon opened to Bay and Jake and found a level of arousal even higher than her own, a dark swirl of carnal desire filled with flickering pinpoints of light.

      Light and love. Desire and need, a sense of unity not to be denied. Bay let out a strangled cry. His groin pressed against her ass as he filled her. Jake groaned, lifted his hips, and his cock met Bay’s deep inside Shannon. She tumbled with them, free-falling through waves of sensation. Her inner muscles rippled the length of two erections, hot jets of ejaculate from both men tipping her into even another climax. Crying out, Shannon arched her body in what could only be described as a river of current: live, electric current tying them into a single pulsing, gasping, shuddering organism.

      They lay there for long moments. The three of them were locked together, Bay’s arms holding them all close, their hearts pounding, lungs heaving. Finally, after a long recovery, Bay slipped free of Shannon’s body first and went for a quick shower. She drifted, still sprawled across Jake’s chest with his fingers tracing lazy trails along her spine, and Shannon thought she could stay this way forever.

      When Jake finally slipped his penis free of her sex and dragged her into the shower for a quick rinse, Shannon practically fell asleep in his arms. He dried her like a child, toweled as much water out of her hair as he could, and then carried Shannon to the bed. Her last conscious thought for the night was how wonderful it was to press her nose into Bay’s smooth back while Jake snuggled close against hers. She didn’t even mind the fact both men shared her chosen bed.

      Anton Cheval set the phone back in its cradle and stretched his long fingers together to form a steeple. He rested his chin on his forefingers and stared out the window, though it was obvious he knew Keisha had entered the room. “I’ve sent Oliver on ahead,” he said. “He’ll arrange our rooms—I’ve got the California Suite at the Mark Hopkins for the four of us for the next two weeks, so we should at least be comfortable during our visit.”

      Keisha laughed out loud at what had to be a classic