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  “I can feel you, Zeva. Come for me!” He growls, and my muscles tense, starting in my pussy and then the rest of my body, little by little. Just as every muscle turns to iron, the orgasm crashes against me, shooting pleasure through me light a lightning bolt until I relax beneath him, riding wave after wave of pleasure with each thrust of his cock.

  Feeling me come around his cock pushed him to the brink yet again and he slows down, his body barely moving on top of me. I feel his breath, cool against the beads of sweat on my neck. My body has been pushed beyond what I could have ever thought possible. The three of them taking turns on me, and filling me with intense pleasure again and again, might be the death of me one day.

  Ready to bring him to the end, ready to be filled with his cum, I lift my hips, sliding up his length and then slowly lower myself until he is all the way inside me again. He doesn’t move, I can feel him holding his breath, trying to come down from the edge of orgasm. He’s still trying to draw it out, last a little longer, and continue to fuck me until I beg for him to finally come… But tonight all I want is to feel him lose control.

  When he lifts his head to look into my eyes again, I can see the pleasure in his face. He’s so close to the end that every time I move my hips his cock twitches wildly inside me. I smile at him gently, still moving, coaxing him closer and closer to orgasm.

  Finally, he starts to fuck me again. My moans are loud and long as he slams into me, and I can feel it in the violent way he fucks me that he couldn’t stop himself now if he tried. This is what I was waiting for. I relish the look in his eyes, the pleasure that’s almost pain.

  “I can’t stop, Zeva, I need to cum,” he says softly, barely able to get the words out. His hips lift and then slam into me hard, with no signs of stopping. My fingers tighten around Jason and Alex’s hands and my back arches, my heels digging in to Wade’s back.

  “Yes, Wade, please come inside me! I need it!” I moan, my hips rising to meet his with each thrust, showing him with my body how badly I want to be filled with his cum.

  “I’m going to come! I fucking love you!” He growls, his hands holding my hips so tight that my body is pinned to the bed, unable to move with his thrusts, only able to receive him.

  After several sporadic, wild thrusts, Wade stills inside me, buried all the way, and I feel his cock twitch and spasm. Shuddering with each thrust, I feel his cum fill me up, overflowing my pussy and dripping out onto the bed in a warm puddle.

  Wade rolls to the side, collapsing on the bed next to me, panting hard and smiling. I let go of Jason and Alex’s hands as I sit up slowly, admiring the way that Wade lays against the bed, completely spent. I survey my boys with a tingle of pride, knowing that I’m the only woman that can satisfy them.

  “I guess if the Honey Pot doesn’t work out we can always go legit with porn because God damn, Zeva, I could watch you fuck all day,” Alex says, grinning at me.

  I look back and forth between Jason and Alex, their cocks hard and twitching again after watching Wade fuck me. I look them up and down and raise an eyebrow.

  “Does that mean you haven’t had enough yet?”

  “Of you? I don’t think we’ll ever get enough of you,” Jason says, leaning toward me to kiss my neck.

  I turn around so I’m sitting on my knees in front of them.

  “You know I can always use more cum,” I say, smiling softly. Every bit of me aches in protest, but I know I can leave Jason and Alex hard. I push Jason back against the bed and beckon Alex over with a finger. Wade moves to the side, still catching his breath, as Alex comes to lay down beside Jason.

  Putting a hand around each of their cocks, I stroke them slowly, teasingly, marveling at how hard they are after how hard they came just a little while ago. My lips seek out Alex’s cock automatically, my tongue craving the taste of cock. My lips slide up and down his shaft, at first letting his cock bump against the back of my throat, then lifting my mouth to swirl around the tip with my tongue. I go on like this for a while until he starts to moan.

  As Alex starts to lift his hips to meet my lips, I swallow him all the way down to the back of my throat, making him moan in surprise. His head drops back and he puts his hand in my hair, moving my head up and down on his cock. I work his shaft diligently in my mouth until his fingers tighten in my hair. With one last moan, he unleashes his cum into my mouth, filling my throat and coating my face. He’s still moaning softly as I lift my head and kiss him, sharing his cum between the two of us. He licks my lips, swallowing the cum that spills into his mouth.

  As I pull away from him and gasp for breath, he plants a final, small kiss on my lips.

  “Love you,” he says sweetly.

  “I love you, too,” I say back to him, touching the side of his face.

  Turning my attention to Jason, I swallow his cock without hesitation, ready to reward him for waiting to patiently, a trait I know does not come naturally to him. Using my hand to work his shaft, I lick him inside my mouth and suck his tip, slowly working more and more of his cock into my mouth as I bob my head up and down.

  “That’s it, Zeva. God, you’re so good,” he says, using his hand to move my head, fucking my throat with his cock until it slips all the way down to the base. I hold it there for just a moment, stroking his cock against the inside of my throat. As I pull away to gasp for breath, I work his slippery cock with my hands, twisting my wrists over his well-lubricated shaft, making his hips twitch up towards my hands each time they slide up over this tip.

  Once I’ve properly caught my breath, I swallow him down again, working my mouth from tip to base and back again until his fingers grip the sheet beneath him, his legs tensing up and his balls twitching. He grabs my head suddenly and forces it all the way down on his cock, shooting his cum all the way down into my throat. When I pull away, the last of his cum fills my mouth and I climb up onto his lap, pressing my lips against his in a deep kiss, my tongue pushing his cum into his own mouth. He wraps his arms around my waist, eagerly sharing the kiss, and his cum, with me.

  He pulls away, looking at me with one of his sexy smiles.

  “I fucking love you!”

  “Love you too. I love all of you so much,” I say, as I survey the three of them, covered in a fine sheen of sweat and spent, looking exactly the way I feel. I’m so glad we were able to come to this moment, where I could have all three of my beloved boys, and with promises of lots of sexy adventures to be had in the future.

  Chapter 17

  Jason

  It’s almost as if the ominous rainclouds are foreshadowing my future.

  I know. That’s really pretty fucking deep – coming from me.

  I decided to take a ride on my Harley despite the oncoming storm. The bike is fairly new and I have to break her in.

  I love this time by myself.

  It's just me, the highway, and nature underfoot.

  Riding clears my head like nothing else does, and I need this today with all the talk of war, and of course with Zeva on my mind.

  Don’t get me wrong.I've fucked girls before when other guys were there.

  Hell, I've shared women too. Threesomes? Done that. Even a fucking foursome before.

  But never in my wildest fucking thoughts did I imagine to be in this position with my two closest pals of actually loving a woman.

  The feeling is new. The territory is as of yet undiscovered. I’m not used to loving somebody and I try to stay away from it, but something about Zeva makes me want to try. She pulls a certain vulnerability out of me that I never thought was even there, and that vulnerability makes me weak in a certain way because suddenly it's not just my life I care about, it's hers too. I want her to know that she can depend on me. I'll always be here. She will not lose me to war, or battle, or violence of any kind.

  Of course there are no guarantees in this life but what I can offer her is my best attempt to stay safe.

  The ride clears my head enough to get past Zeva and to reflect on wars past.

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p; She has a right to be concerned given that her dad, the toughest son-of-a-bitch I have ever known went down in flames. It seems like a tragedy. A vain kind of death.

  I know she's sensitive to this life now that that's happened but she also grew up in it and she must know how hard it is to leave.

  Rays of the sun peek through the rain clouds and the sky is painted in the most incredible colors of orange and pink.

  It's a sunset I'd like to show Zeva and I hope that somewhere she is seeing it too.

  What the fuck is happening to me?

  That’s when I realize.

  That’s fucking love.

  I’ve said it before, I told her I loved her as I looked into her eyes…but only now does it become real.

  Just then another rider comes up behind me. He revs his engine in aggression and then swerves past me. I see him take off but not before I catch sight of the emblem on his bike.

  I know that sign.

  He's a member of the fucking Iron Legion.

  It's starting.

  I can almost feel the air shift to one permeable tension. If there's one, there's many.

  I decide to follow him to get a sightline of where he might be going, where's he's staying, maybe even find more of his gang.

  I follow discreetly at a slow pace. He probably knows I'm there behind him but if he does he doesn't let on.

  He pulls up the diner, one of our favorite haunts and I pull up right beside him. He waits for me there on the sidewalk. We stare each other down.

  "What are you doing man? Following me?" he asks with venom in his voice.

  "Well, I spotted your little tag there,” I say. “Kind of hard to miss. You're one of them."

  "I don't know what you're talking about." He tries to slide past me.

  "Not so fast." I push him back. And then I grab his collar and slam him up against the brick. "What the fuck are you doing here? Tell me now."

  "Nothing man. It's none of your business alright? Leave me the fuck alone."

  He runs into my torso but it's all rock solid abs under there so I think he hurts himself more than he hurts me.

  I grab his neck and put him in a headlock.

  The time for games is over. I need answers.

  “Tell me who you are and what you are doing here. Where's the rest of them?"

  I'm choking him out and he finally answers. "Alright, I'm with The Iron Legion okay?"

  I squeeze harder.

  "I already know that now tell me the rest."

  "Okay," he says through choked breath. "I'm their scout. I'm just checking things out that's all."

  "So you're one of them?" I ask.

  "Yes," he croaks this last word before he pushes into me with all of his weight. I fall to the ground and we're wrestling. I get a nice position on top and take the liberty of smashing his face into the pavement. He's bloodied and bruised but I don't give a fuck. He's lucky that I stopped before I killed him.

  "Now go back to your buddies and show them what I have to your face and you can tell them that that is what they have coming if any one of them steps foot inside of our territory,” I command. I don’t hide the danger in my voice.“Got it?"

  His bloody face looks like a warning. I want them to see what I have done to their so-called scout. I've been against the war but the adrenalin is pumping through my veins and just seeing one gang member enter our turf gets my blood boiling. I recognize the threat. I see what might go down.

  If they're scouting the area then they are definitely not passing through.

  They are on a mission to pulverize and we have to stop them at all costs. I'm possessive about two things, Zeva and my territory.

  Both of these things must stay safe.

  And no matter how hard I want to avoid war…

  War doesn’t want to avoid me.

  Chapter 18

  Zeva

  I’m at home and night has fallen.

  I took a nice, soothing bath the minute I got home. Thoughts of Wade, Alex, and Jason however, have not ceased to torture my mind.

  Today was an inescapable choice. How was I supposed to choose between them? I never could and I'm so happy they will have me this way.

  I want more.

  The remembrance of the last war dawns in my mind. It was the same with my dad and my brother. They were both really strict about keeping me safe. I knew their business was serious and I never would've defied them for anything.

  Maybe the guys deserve the same amount of respect from me? I owe them that.

  They have my respect but maybe I haven’t shown it to them enough and that makes me feel bad, like I owe them more. Maybe I need to trust their views on war, I don’t know.

  I want to see it from their side and as I do I realize that they are ultimately fighting for me, to save me from distress and harm.

  I set the table for just me and prepare to sit down and eat. I pull some lemonade from the fridge and think that maybe I made a mistake trying to defer them so much from war. They are intricately involved in this and they know the real danger like I never could. Bikers are a rough bunch and there’s no way to tell what they'll do.

  As my mind is struggling to grasp what might happen, I hear the dogs start to bark wildly. Maybe it's one of the guys coming over to check on me. No one else visits the farmhouse this late. I hear tires screeching though and guys yelling and I realize I have it all wrong. That is not Wade or anybody I can trust.

  The dogs continue barking. Thank God they're inside. I run to find baby Gamut and I'm heading for the porch. As I get to the living room though I see the headlights through the window.

  Then I hear shots start firing off at the house, at the window, and at me.

  I jump to floor, fear clenching my chest.

  Fuck. They have me closed in unless I can somehow fight back.

  I crawl on my stomach to the window and pull up on the frame. Shots are firing over my head.

  It’s hell.

  I manage to throw some back. Baby Gamut doesn't disappoint and neither does my aim. They turn the truck around and with my bullets trailing after them.

  My heart is racing for fear of my life. I try to slow my breathing and think about what my next move should be. Before I can consider my options though, I hear another car come down the drive. Shit, they're back for round two.

  But instead of a truck packed with guys pulling up I see its none other than the sheriff, Wade's brother, Cole.

  I'm actually glad to see him and I feel relief coming over my body. I have escaped, narrowly.

  But I’ve escaped nonetheless. The cops are not such a bad thing especially when they rescue you from monsters like that.

  I wonder if Wade knows that Cole is here? And I wonder if him coming to my aide will make a shred of difference in mending their relationship?

  I look around the aftermath of the brief attack.

  My house is all shot up and the dogs are really going crazy now, thinking the intruders are back. But it's just Cole.

  I stay inside and wait for him, not brave enough to leave the confines of my home. I‘m shaken up, but at least I was somewhat prepared and have my weapon. Otherwise Cole might have been too late and this all could have been over. I might be dead right now if it wasn't for baby Gamut.

  I sink into the kitchen chair and my hands are shaking. I've always been kept out of the war. Never has it hit so close to home, much less on my doorstep.

  I'm so thankful that Cole is here. He must have had an eye on me. Maybe he knew I might become a target of The Iron Legion? How else could have known to come to my aid so quickly. I live in thick of the country and there are only dirt roads out here. No one ever comes by that’s not expected. I think about Cole and how much I owe him.

  I wait for him to come out of his cop car.

  I’m so still – stuck to my seat at the dining table. Considering what just happened and how close I came to losing my life, I think I'm holding up pretty well. He raps on the screen door.

 
"Come in," I say without emotion as though I’m a ghost. The reality of it all, this war, is finally sinking in. The Iron Legion is after me.

  They tried to kill me.

  Look at my house. Everything is a testament to the fact that I'm under attack. I start to shiver at the realization and I'm so thankful Cole is here.

  The dogs go crazy and I realize even a sheriff won't enter until I contain them. They can't protect me under a siege of bullets though and I'm just so glad they also appear to fine.

  "Come you guys, out!" I plead.

  I shoo them out the back door so that they don't kill Cole. They’d probably attack him considering the scene we've just been through.

  "It's okay Cole, come on in. I'm sorry I didn't get up earlier. I'm just so overcome by what just happened."

  "Are you okay?" He is genuinely concerned and he's at my side checking me over, making sure I didn't get wounded in the crossfire.

  "I am fine, I think. That was so intense. I'm upset but I did not get hit. I'm sure." There's no blood and he seems relieved to see that I'm in one piece. "Did you see what happened?"

  "I did. I saw you deliver a few rounds back. You're a pretty good aim. I thought you were gonna knock that tire out for sure. But then they would have gotten out and approached you so I'm glad that didn't happen. Things got really bad."

  "Cole, I've never been in a shoot out before." I'm shaking from trauma and he gets a blanket from the couch, shakes the glass off it and wraps it around my shoulders.

  "Thanks," I say. Cole seems like a nice guy. I wonder why he and Wade can't just get past whatever their issue is. "Hey Cole, what are you doing here anyway?" I don't mean to be ungrateful but I'm genuinely curious.

  "I thought you might be a target so I've had a watch on your house."

  "Why would I be a target for them? I don't understand."

  "You really don't know?" He looks astonished. "It's because of how Wade and the other guys feel about you."

  "You mean you know about us?" I ask, my eyes widening.