“There’s no kind of about it, baby girl. I’m a grade A dick, the highest of all dicks out there, but I also treat my women with the respect they deserve, and have no problem helping you in this little quest to pull one over on our fearless leader. After what he did to the club, he fucking deserves it.”
“What did he do?” she asked breathlessly, as my fingers gently traced her bare skin.
Snyder looked over at me and shook his head. But I didn’t care. I knew it was technically club business, and that meant I was supposed to keep my mouth shut, but Sabbath’s actions directly correlated to the target on Shasta’s back, and I felt she deserved the right to know why she was being locked in some cabin deep in the woods, while he played with Nina back at the clubhouse.
“He stole money from the club, and when he tried to pay it back, it backfired, and the Crows intervened and fucked up a transaction we were having that would’ve paid most of it back.”
“Dude, what the fuck? You know that’s club business,” Snyder growled.
“And she deserved to know. It’s her head on the line because of it.”
You could see the tension in Snyder’s face, realizing I was right. She deserved to know why she was up here and what Sabbath did to put her here.
“And let me guess, instead of shooting you, Hoax offered to leave if you handed me over instead.”
“That’s right, baby girl, but don’t worry. Our club would never let that happen.”
“Why?” she asked curiously.
I gripped her chin again, this time bringing my lips down on hers so I could taste my own essence on her tongue that still lingered from the blow job she gave me while Sabbath was on the phone. The forbidden taste was everything to me and fueled my dark desires even more. I wanted this woman with every breath of my dark, corrupted soul, and couldn’t wait to get the piece of her I had been after since I walked through the cabin doors and found her naked on the bed with my VP.
“Because, baby girl, unlike Sabbath, the Lewd Outlaws MC knows a good woman when we find her, and Snyder and I have no intention of ever letting you go. Ain’t that right, Snydie?”
He glared at me, but his eyes softened when those big brown eyes of hers looked up at him for conformation.
“He’s right, Shasta. Now that I’ve had you, I don’t plan on ever letting you go, not unless you ask me to.”
She stared at us both with wide, uncertain eyes. But you could see the wheels turning in her head at the same time. She knew there was no turning back from what she did with Snyder. She also knew that unless she did what I asked, there was a high possibility that I would run my mouth to Sabbath and get them both killed.
But what she and Snyder didn’t know was that I had no plans on ever telling Sabbath what I found here at the cabin today.
No.
My only intention was blackmailing her into my bed, and now that she was here, I wasn’t planning on ever letting her go. Even if it meant sharing her with my brothers in the process.
Because I was perfectly okay with falling in line and worshipping the queen like she deserved to be worshipped. Shasta deserved that after all Sabbath had put her through. And if that meant I had to be a part of her mini-MC harem, then so be it. As long as I got to be a part of her world, that was all that mattered to me.
Other women be damned.
Chapter Three
Shasta
They both wanted me?
It floored me that two men as good looking as Snyder and Clash wanted to share me equally.
I was nothing in my own eyes. But I always felt that way. With Sabbath’s constant need to fuck other women, I felt like an ant standing under a giant picnic table. He had this uncanny ability to make me feel invisibly small without even trying. But right now, in the arms of these two handsome men, I felt larger than life, desired, and like a goddamn queen.
Underlying guilt laid dormant in the back of my mind, but was quickly washed away when Snyder took a few steps back, allowing Clash to claim me.
“Brace yourself, baby girl. My cock is thick and likes to spread, and I can tell this tight little pussy of yours has never been touched by a massive cock like mine.”
“Fuck you,” Snyder growled.
The low chuckle that vibrated from Clash’s mouth sent instant waves of arousal through me. There was nothing sexier than a deep, sultry voice, and Clash’s felt like it was swimming with sharks in the depths of the ocean.
Possessive hands came down on my hips as my whole body was ripped backward, the cheeks of my ass slapping into the contours of his pelvis. Fingers dug into my sensitive flesh as his cock probed my entrance, and even before he stuck his head in, I was already afraid of his massive girth.