16. Izzy
16
IZZY
A s the night deepens, we ride away from the chaos and into the relative calm of the forest. The city falls away, replaced by the redwoods.
This is starting to feel more like my home than the concrete buildings. Now I feel safe. My arms tighten around Tank’s core, and I rest my head against his back, letting his engine drown out all the sound. He takes my hands into one of his, holding firmly.
“You really scared us, you know that?” he says as he pulls off onto a single lane, dirt road.
“I only want to help.”
“Help,” he mutters under his breath with a short laugh. “Girl, you are going to drive me insane.”
Tank stops the bike outside a weather ranch with a sturdy door and only a few windows. Several red lights blink on the security camera lining the front entrance. He cuts the engine and doesn’t even let me put my feet on the ground as his hands scoop around my waist.
“Hey!” I shriek. He rips the folder from my hand, not answering me. “I need that!”
“I’m sure you do.”
Once again, I’m over his shoulder, hanging like a doll as he walks toward the front door then kicks the door open. The house is dimly lit with a few warm bulbs, but enough for me to make out Vance sitting at a folding card table with his boots kicked up on it. In front of him are several television monitors feeding back the live security camera footage.
“Well, look who it is,” he says, standing up from the chair.
I lift my head taking in the environment. I’ve never seen it before, not even in the file Laina made on them.
It’s a small living area with a worn couch and a couple of chairs, a kitchenette with basic amenities, and a narrow hallway.
Down the hall, Tank carries me directly to the bedroom, where I’m dropped onto a bed. I bounce with the impact on the spring mattress. He and Vance both hover in the doorway, looking down at me. Arms folded. Tattoos exposed and both look more dangerous than ever.
“What the hell, you guys?” I ask. “Where are we?”
“Safe House,” Vance says, lighting a cigarette, he takes a long drag. “No one knows about this place aside from Hawk, Tank and I.”
“And now you,” Tank says.
“Why the hell would you bring me here?”
They exchange a look I don’t like, and Vance nods. “I’ll check the front.” He meanders down the hall. I hear several locks click. Tank sits down beside me, running his hand through his hair.
“Why am I here?”
“You want us to take you back to see Hawk?” he asks. “Not right now. Not a good look, sweetheart. Especially when he’s this hot-headed. We need him to cool down.”
I blink slowly.
“The folder—it has evidence. I need to show it to him.”
“What the hell were you doing at the police department, Izzy?” Vance asks as he enters the bedroom. The smoke curls under his nose and rises, creating a ghostly veil around his face.
Without a word between them, Tank lifts the folder and Vance takes it. He skims through it, keeping his face still and silent.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “I had to get proof. Reynolds is behind all of this. He knows that I’ve been with you guys, he’s planning to move on the Riders.”
Tank’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. “You took a huge risk going there alone.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” I say, my voice rising slightly. “If I didn’t find something concrete, Hawk wouldn’t believe me.”
Tank curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair again.
“Even more reason for you not to run off! Jesus Christ!”
“I took all of it. It’s there, including photos of me with all you, which means…” my voice trails off. “I think Reynolds has a connection to the Puppeteer, but that can’t—I need to talk to Hawk.”
Vance holds up a finger. “No, Izzy. No. Not until we can sort through what’s in that file.”
“Hawk’s a trigger away from making some bad decisions,” Tanks says. “And by now he’ll know that we’ve all left.”
“I already told him we found her. He knows we’re staying here,” Vance says.
“You told him!” Tank shouts.
Vance holds up his hand.
“Yes. Better he knows while it’s happening than down the road.”
“I know you were trying to protect me, but I need to face this head on,” I say, my resolve hardening. “Reynolds was playing with me this whole time, and now he’s after all of you. I won’t let that happen.”
“Oh, I don’t think you get a say in the matter,” Tank says.
My eyes level with his.
“The three of you don’t control me, alright? All of this is happening because of me. Let me go to Hawk and tell him.”
I jump off the bed, but Vance blocks my path to the door.
“Woah, I can’t let you do that,” he says, wagging his finger in front of my face.
“Like hell you can’t!”
I dart around him, only to be scooped up over Tank’s broad shoulder in a flash.
“Put me down!” I shriek, pounding on his back.
“Behave or else I swear I will spank your ass red,” he growls.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“I’m just waiting for you to give me a reason to,” he says, carrying me back to the bed. “You’re staying put until we figure this out.”
I thrash in his arms, kicking and screaming until he finally throws himself down onto me, pressing me into the mattress, laying between my legs as though it’s his place to be.
“Jesus, woman,” he exhales. “You don’t know the shit storm you’re inviting.”
Up close, I realize just how out of breath I am. My chest heaving in his face, my eyes wide.
“Be rational,” Vance says, pinning my wrists over my head. “Think. You’re all worked up over this. We get it.”
Their scents engulf me, a heady mix of leather and sandalwood. My heart pounds in my ears, my body betraying me yet again.
I take a deep shuddering breath, my chest pressing against Tank’s, Vance hands around my wrists. Having them both on me, touching me, it’s all too much. Heat pools between my legs.
Damn it! I scream internally.
My eyes widen as I take in the sight of both men hovering over me, their strong and masculine bodies pressing down on me, almost like they are trying to protect me. They both have intense gazes, watching me closely as I struggle under their hold. Tank's muscular arms are holding me down while Vance's piercing gray eyes seem to be searching for something in mine.
“Let me up,” I manage through gritted teeth.
“Not until you calm down,” Tank says in a firm, yet soothing voice.
Adrenaline and desire course through me. One of Tank’s knees presses between my legs as he pins me down, his smirk widening into a hungry grin.
They know desire is building within me.
"You like it when we're in control, Izzy," Vance whispers against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I gulp, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath their heated stares.
“What's it gonna take to calm you down?” Tank asks, his voice a low growl in my ear. “You wanna scream at us?”
“We can always gag you,” Vance offers in a low voice, his eyes darkening. Unconsciously, my hips rise to press against Tanks. I move a bit beneath him, though it’s no longer in an act of desperation to escape either of them.
“You think she wants to fight some more?” Tank’s lips brush my earlobe.
Vance's eyes never leave mine, filling with hunger as he watches our exchange. “Something else to focus on, maybe?”
“I think you might be right,” Tank says with a smirk.
Without any warning, he slides a finger between my legs. I gasp as he expertly finds that sensitive spot, circling it leisurely over my jeans. I arch my back, pressing against his touch. He undoes the button, tugging them down.
Each one of my breaths quickens as my face reddens and every one of my nerves is electric. I might just get swallowed up right here in this room and never come back.
Tanks fingers push past my underwear to my bare pussy.
“Damn, you're wet for us,” he groans.
He leans in, his lips brushing mine. Our mouths collide, and fireworks explode within me. Vance’s hands are still pinned on my wrists, keeping me down on the bed, holding me there so Tank can have his way.
“Though you’ve been rather naughty, so I don’t know if I should reward you,” Tank says.
“Wait,” I stammer, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me for my intense desire for both of them. I quickly compose myself and swallow, feeling a rush of boldness overcome me. “Vance will want me if you don’t.”
"It doesn't matter who gives it to you, love. We are all sharing you. You belong to all of us," Tank replies, pulling down his jeans to reveal his thick cock. And in that moment, I realize how much I have missed having him inside of me. He pulls down my jeans and thong, exposing my wet opening as he presses his pre-cum covered cock against it.
I’m trembling. Electric nerves shoot through me, and my wetness only grows.
All of them, sharing me. Hearing those words said out loud is enough to push me straight to the edge. I think I might cum in a matter of seconds.
Tank grins. “That’s more like it, baby. Ready to beg for it?”
I whimper, and Vance chuckles, leaning in to suck along my neck. “You like being owned, don’t you?”
I’ve never felt more owned in my life than this very moment, pinned down on the bed, legs spread for everyone to see, but it was a high I never knew I craved so much.
“Say it,” Tank murmurs.
“I like it.” My voice is hardly a whisper.
“She can barely speak,” Vance laughs, running a thumb over my lips. “Poor things, so worked up. We can take care of that.”
I can’t speak. Tank pushes his cock inside of me, and I gasp, unprepared for the best kind of stretch and burn.
“That’s it, baby,” Tank growls, his breath hot on my neck. Vance pulls my shirt down exposing my breasts for his mouth.
Vance's lips are full and parted, his breath puffing against my skin. His eyes are dark with desire as he sucks and nips at my nipple, causing it to harden even more. I arch my back, the curve of my exposed breasts pressing against his lips.
Tank, on the other hand, has a look of pure primal intensity as he thrusts with powerful movements. His muscles flex and strain as he takes me completely, his face contorted with pleasure. The sight of their satisfied and possessive faces only adds to the searing sensation between my legs.
It’s too much, and I’m cumming on his cock. My body trembles and spasms.
“I love when she cums,” Vance almost chuckles.
“God, she’s so fucking tight,” Tank grunts. My fingers dig into Vance’s forearm as moans fall from my lips and my chest rises and falls.
Vance releases my wrists and fumbles with his belt buckle, then I hear his jeans falling to the floor, as Tank increases his pace inside me. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me and twist with anticipation. As Vance looks down at me, his eyes are filled with an unfamiliar hunger. His face is flushed, and his cock stands tall and proud in his palm. I reach for it eagerly, wanting to taste him on my tongue.
“You suck so fucking good.”
I moan around him, and Tank groans in my ear as he picks up the pace. They’re working in tandem and a second orgasm shoots through me. I rock my hips furiously against Tanks, and he’s relentless, pounding me into the bed as Vance pumps his dick down my throat.
“That's a good girl.” Vance says, stroking my hair.
Tank grips my hips harder, and his thrusts become erratic.
My body is trembling as Vance gathers a fistful of my hair, bobbing my head along his length. Tank’s rhythm becomes rapid, wild pounding. I can feel the pressure building inside me, matched by the growing intensity in his grunts and the shaking of his body above mine. We might break this old spring mattress.
I know he's close, just as Vance's own breathing grows labored.
With fierce determination, I suck Vance harder, tightening my walls around Tank until he tosses his head back and lets out a groan. He pounds into me relentlessly before releasing himself inside me with a guttural growl against my chest.
But Vance is not far behind, unable to hold back any longer as I swallow him whole. His moans fill the air as he gasps, matching my own ragged breaths. As he pulls out, I lick my lips, looking up at both of them, their bodies glistening with sweat and their muscles tensed from desire.
Tank collapses next to me, and Vance drops to the edge of the bed.
None of us says a word as our breathing falls into a steady rhythm.
Just then the engine of a motorcycle breaks through the forest. My eyes widen and Tank peers behind the bedroom curtain.
“Looks like Hawk didn’t want to wait,” he says.