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  “Mmmm, just wait and see how impressed you are when we cover you with cum,” he says, softly running his fingers through my hair. Turning my attention back to the cocks before me, I take Alex’s and Jason’s into each hand and turn my face to Wade.

  I squeeze both my hands around their cocks at the same time, my lips brushing gently over Wade’s tip. There’s a hint of pre-cum dripping from it already, the salty taste covering my lips and making my mouth water. His cock is so thick that it seems like I might have to unhinge my jaw just to fit it, and I’m honestly impressed I was able to fit them all in the first time around.

  “Remember, Zeva, no teasing,” Wade says, and I rub my lips against it gently, tongue flicking out to lick the precum away. Without even blinking, I lock eyes with Wade as I taste him. I start moving my hands up and down, stroking Alex and Jason slowly.

  I'm starting to think that I might not be able to handle all three of these unbelievable cocks at once, but I push the thoughts aside, wanting to feel them cover me in cum as promised. I part my lips as I increase the pressure on the tip of his cock and, using only the tip of my tongue, I stroke him and let the taste of his cock fill my mouth. It’s addictive, a taste I’ve been craving since I first had it. I suck him down slowly, his cock reaching all the way to the back of my throat. Taking a deep breath, I take it in until it is all the way inside, my lips stretched around the base of his cock. Every time I fit one of them all the way in, I feel like I deserve a fucking medal. My hands move from base to tip on the other cocks as I move my head up and down slowly, loving the way Wade throbs against my tongue.

  “Delicious,” I purr at him, looking up as I stop for breath. He smiles, stroking his finger over my lips tenderly.

  I turn my attention to Jason, my hand moving to Wade’s cock as my face turns to the side, leaning so that Jason’s cock presses against my lips. Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I close my eyes and let the unique flavor of his cock flood my mouth. I start rolling my lips down his shaft eagerly, pushing myself to take him all the way down without stopping.

  Jason’s fingers tangle in my hair, putting pressure on the back of my head. With his hands guiding me, he holds me in place, and I have no other option but to push through, taking a breath at the last moment. I go as deep as I can, this time only stopping when I feel my lips touching the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I lift my eyes to look up at him, proud of myself for getting it all the way down in one go.

  “Good girl,” he growls softly, his voice heavy with desire, “You’re getting better every time.” He pushes his hips against me several times, fucking the deepest point of my throat until I can no longer go without any breath. He releases me, and I slide his cock out of my mouth, taking a deep breath and smiling up at him even as my jaw aches.

  Filled with confidence, I grab Alex’s cock and angle it down, pointing it straight at my mouth. I lean toward him next, opening my mouth as much as I can and allowing his cock in easily. Though it is just as impressively massive as the others, I'm starting to love the way my throat squeezes them as they slide all the way down. Wasting no time, I start to move my head back and forth as fast as I can, my lips on his shaft flying over his skin, my tongue massaging him.

  My hand is still wrapped around his cock, so I’m stroking him while sucking, my hand stroking every inch as it leaves and disappears back into my mouth. I can hear him gasping each time his cock sinks all the way into my mouth.

  I go back and forth between them until they’re each moaning loudly, thrusting into my hands and mouth wildly.

  “Fuck,” Jason groans loud, hips twitching and then, at the same time, begins to cum just as I swallow his cock all the way to the back of my throat. His cum gushes into my mouth in waves, filling me up faster than I can drink it down. I didn’t realize it was possible for a man to cum so much until I met these three, and I know it’s just the beginning.

  His cum overflows my mouth, the thick ropes rolling down my face and neck. He cums so much that I can’t help but pull out, a stream of semen hitting me straight in the face as I do it. I turn to Alex now, swallowing him down eagerly as Jason continues to cum on my cheek and tits. I grab his cock, aiming it at my open mouth and sucking him fast and hard, using my hand to pump him. When he cums he grips my hair, tilting my face up so I can look at him. He’s shooting so much cum out that it’s almost impossible to drink it up. I feel his cum on my face, mouth and neck, mingling with Jason’s as my skin is drenched. I finally turn my attention to Wade as their cum flies straight into tits and belly, and I feel my nipples hardening as they become warm and slippery.

  “Give me more, Wade, I need more,” I moan, swallowing him down now and using both hands to work him into my mouth desperately, ready to have his cum soaking me as well. He fucks my mouth mercilessly, moaning loudly as he gets closer and closer to the end. His cock spasms in my fingers and he starts to come as well, splattering my face with his hot cum. The rivers of cum run down my body and drip down my thighs. My front is covered from my cheeks down to my knees, slippery and sticky with the mixture of three men’s delicious cum.

  “Wow, Zeva, you’re a work of art,” Jason says with a whistle, breathing hard. “Maybe you should consider this a new dance outfit.”

  He grins, giving me a wicked look as his eyes roam over my cum-soaked body. I can only imagine what I look like right now, but I can tell it’s sexy by the way they stare at me. By now, cum has started dripping from my nipples and running down my pussy lips, and I can feel it dripping off my legs and pooling in the carpet.

  My hands moving with a mind of their own, I release Wade’s cock and grab my tits, feeling their cum under my hands making them slippery, my palms rubbing the hard nubs. I pinch my nipples gently and then my hands travel down, my fingers getting completely coated in cum.

  All three men drop to their knees in front of me as I suck their cum off of my fingers. Wade grabs my face in his hands and kisses me, and we swallow down cum together, moaning into each other’s mouths. Alex and Jason stroke my body, squeezing my ass and smearing cum all over what little dry skin is left. As Wade releases my lips, Jason captures them next, licking the taste of cum off my lips and gently probing my mouth with his tongue.

  As he lets me go and Alex kisses me next, I start to feel lightheaded. Not just from my breath being sucked from my lips by their eager mouths, but also feeling like my body has been completely claimed and worked over. I really don’t know if anyone else would ever be able to compete with the kind of experience these men can give me, and I don’t think I want anyone to try. When Alex releases me, I drop to the floor, sitting in the puddle I’ve created in the carpet underneath me. Every muscle in my body screams from the effort of pleasing these three. I smile up at them and bite my lip again.

  “God, Zeva, if you don’t stop looking so sexy we might have to fuck you again,” Alex says.

  I pick up someone’s white t-shirt off the floor and wave it in the air over my head.

  “I surrender! I've been completely and thoroughly fucked! I’m ready for a hot bath.”

  “Why? We’ve just given you a nice hot shower,” Wade says, and the four of us sit on my bedroom floor and laugh.

  Chapter 11

  Jason

  RING RING. RING RING RING. RING RING.

  I stare bleary-eyed at the ceiling trying to figure out what’s going on. I keep hearing a noise but my brain can’t figure out quite what it is yet. A few more blinks and the realization hits me: my phone. I fumble around my bed and finally wrap my fingers around it, promptly drop it, and manage to pick it up.

  “Hello..?” I say groggily.

  “Jason, were you sleeping?”

  “Alex?”

  “Yes, Alex. This is the third time I’ve called, was about to send a search squad to check if you were still alive. Look, Wade and I are conducting some business, can’t talk long. Tammi texted me saying someone is making Zeva uncomfortable. Can you get up to Honey and take care of it? Bouncers
can’t do anything since it’s nothing officially against policy yet, but I want you to keep it from getting to that point. Thanks.”

  He hangs up before I even say anything. I shrug to myself and pull my pants on. He knows when it comes to Zeva all three of us will drop anything unimportant to take care of her. Even if it’s a good nap. But if the two of them are on Order business it’s gotta be some serious dollars on the line. They know I’m up to taking care of it, or Wade would send Alex and take care of things himself, whether or not that might get him killed in the process.

  I get to Honeypot within a few minutes of the phone call and make my way inside. As I walk in Stone nods to the guy in question sitting in the seat nearest the dressing room. I walk up to him as he’s sipping a beer. I knock it out of his hand, spilling the entire contents over his lap. He yells and stands up to take a swing at me, but before he even pulls his hands back I have the barrel of my gun in his mouth.

  His eyes grow wide and he throws his hands up. He makes eye contact and immediately realizes I mean business.

  “I don’t have any questions for you and you don’t have any business here. I see your face here again and I’ll be digging a hole out back for you.”

  He tries to say something muffled into the barrel of my gun, but I don’t like his tone. I click the hammer back to let him know I’m serious. I glance down and notice a wet spot on his pants much bigger than what was left of his beer. I laugh and put my gun away as he trips over himself running for the door, but I grab his collar and reach into his jacket.

  “I’m also keeping your wallet to pay to clean up your piss, asshole,” I say. I kick him in the ass and he falls forward, then scrambles, half crawling out the front door.

  I turn around to see Zeva peeking out of the dressing room. I take her hand and hug her tight, partly in greeting, partly to comfort.

  “Ugh, that guy would not stop asking for time in the VIP room. Kept saying he heard all the girls here do ‘full service’ and he was some big shot from out of town, talking about all the businesses he owned and just would not shut up!” she explains, laying her head on my chest.

  “Let’s call it a night for you okay? I’ll give you a ride up to the diner and we can grab a bite,” I say.

  She nods against my chest, and within minutes we’re on my bike and on the way to the diner. She holds onto me tight. I don’t know the last time she was on a bike but she definitely doesn’t seem completely comfortable with it. I take it slow and easy just to make sure.

  We arrive and get our table. I order my usual breakfast platter, and the waitress makes her usual joke about it being the dead of the night and I’m asking for breakfast.

  “I really don’t get shaken like that normally,” Zeva says as we finish our meal. “Just…when he asked I thought about somebody besides you, Wade, or Alex touching me and it really threw me...”

  I watch her as she stares into her coffee.

  “It’s one of those things that can come with the territory, sadly,” I say. “Guys can be pretty big assholes, but that’s why we’re here for you. We can take care of trash like that like it’s nothing.”

  “I really appreciate you showing up, Jason,” she looks up at me. Our eyes meet and it brings a smile to my face like always.

  “Well, Wade or Alex would do the same. I just happened to be closer. We care about you, Zeva. We won’t let anything happen to you okay?”

  She smiles and nods. “I know. I wish there was something I could do to show you the same.”

  “We know just as well. It’s not every day three guys as close as us share feelings for the same girl without having any competition between us. You’re something seriously special.”

  “F-feelings?” Zeva blushes.

  Oops.

  “Oh…umm. Well yeah. You’re more than just a dancer or a lay,” I say. I wonder to myself if this is a conversation we all should have had together, but shit happens, I guess. “I’m not going to speak for the other two completely but it’s not stepping too far out to say you’re a pretty big part of our lives.”

  She stares into her coffee again. “I’ve…been alone for quite a while. I have plenty of friends, but nobody that I share much with aside from your occasional chat. But just being with each of you, or all three of you, I feel really safe. I feel at home. I hope that doesn’t ever need to change.”

  She stands up and hugs me tight.

  “Thanks again, Jason. I need some time to process it all,” she whispers, her voice just a sweet sigh. “Do you mind giving me a ride back to my truck now?”

  I nod and leave some cash on the table, giving the waitress a nod before we leave.

  Fuck, I can’t believe I just told Zeva I had feelings for her.

  What’s this girl doing to us?

  Chapter 12

  Zeva

  I finally make it back to work after getting my truck fixed. My mechanic is always on call; he's a friend and he knows how often I break down and just how to fix it. So tonight I plan on making up for lost time and making some real money.

  In my dressing room, all is quiet except for the low thump of the music outside. Another girl is performing; her name is Eva and she's pretty good. I feel lucky to work here at the Honeypot—it’s my home away from the farmhouse.

  I'm putting the final touches on my makeup and hair. A little perfume, a little glitter, and I'm good to go. I can't stop thinking about Wade, and Alex, and Jason...My trio of fine, sexy men. If I'm honest, I'm putting all this time and attention into my appearance for them. I want them to be impressed, to be dazzled by me. I am so swept up by each man that I have a constant swirl of butterflies in my stomach. It makes me nauseous and excited all at the same time. Right now, I'm gazing at my reflection in the mirror, thinking of what it’s like to be fucked simultaneously by three toughened motorcycle leaders, and everything appears as though in a dream.

  I see Tammi walk by and she catches me daydreaming. "Are you thinking about those guys Zeva?"

  "No!” I lie, feeling my cheeks burn. “I'm thinking about my performance."

  "Sure, right,” she laughs. “If I didn't know any better I would say that's the look of love."

  "Hey," I start, looking at her and placing both hands on my hips. "Not love. I know better. They’re not the kind of guys you fall in love with," I continue, and I have to admit: saying it out loud kinda hurts.

  "Zeva," she says kindly. "I know you. I have known you since you were a girl. I recognize that look. You can’t get them out of your head, right? Is it with just one or all of them?"

  I can't deny it. She does know me all too well.

  "Fine, Tammi,” I sigh. “I can't hide things from you. I’m getting in deep, okay? But it’s not love. It can’t be love.”

  I know that even feeling close to falling for one of the guys is dangerous territory. Each man is the kind of guy who has a million girls, and I may have thrown myself into that mix. While being with them is worth it, my heart will be crushed if I end up alone.

  "Darlin’," she tells me. "Falling for a biker is nothing but trouble. You'll get your heart broken. And I'd hate to see that, Zeva, I really would."

  "I know you're right, but…” I trail off then, feeling my heart tighten up. “How can I help it? They’re all perfect. So kind to me, and so..."

  "I know, I know. Those guys are everything a woman wants. I’ve heard it all before," she cuts me off. "But they’re also a loose cannon. Everyone knows they like to be…free, especially with women. I’m not sure Alex, Jason, or Wade has ever been tied down to one girl, and I'm sorry to say it, but I doubt it will start with you."

  Her words are like daggers through my heart. I might know she's right but it still hurts to hear. I know that those guys are players, that their hearts never land in one place, but that doesn't take the sting out of hearing it.

  "I guess…I guess I thought maybe I'd be different," I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth as heavy as they could be.

  She takes a sea
t next to me and places one hand on my shoulder. “You can still have time with them. You can fuck them all you want. I just don't want you getting your heart all wrapped up in it. Because, sweetie, you know how they are. This is not news to you. You've seen them have virtually every woman who dances at this club. And does it ever last? No. Bikers tend to have an…appetite. One that can't be quenched. They like variety. And every girl who comes in here thinks she is the one to change them. Every single dancer has tried it. Trust me, I've been there to pick up the tears. I don't want it happening to you. Be with them, have fun, but guard your heart."

  I feel tears welling up in my eyes. My God, am I seriously about to tear up? What’s going on with me? Tammi sees the faint glow in my eyes, and she strokes my back.

  "I know, I know … you're right."

  "Honey, I know how long you've had your sights set on finding the right man. But listen, I’m not here to sugar coat it. I’m trying to protect you. I hope you know I'm not trying to cause you any pain."

  Tears run down my cheeks, and mascara is smearing down my face.

  "I know, Tammi, you're right. I guess I lost control of my imagination. I just got caught up in it. And you're right, I need to keep my wits and not expect anything. I know you're right."

  She smoothens my hair and tries to comfort me. "It’s okay,” she whispers, her lips a thin smile. “You can be with them, but just remember none of them are the one for you. You deserve to have the best. And some man is going to come into your life when you're ready, and he will sweep you off your feet. Do you hear me? And I will be at your wedding, just like I promised your daddy I would be."

  "You think so, Tammi?" I ask her, even though I know her scenario will never happen. Not after I’ve experienced what it feels like being with them. I’m ruined for other men now.

  "Sweetie, I’m sure of it. Who knows—maybe he'll even take you out of this town and you can start over. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it?"