by Mallory Funk
I shrug my shoulders. “Yeaaaaaaah Sophie!!!” I holler, causing Bullet to laugh.
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “You know that he’s going to get you for that, right?”
I nod my head with a smile. “It’s worth it. Look at her!” I say pointing to Sophie.
He nods his head in agreement. “I don’t think that I have seen anyone eat pie quite like that before,” he says with a tilt of his head.
We watch in amazement as Sophie finishes her pies while the guys all have a pie left. Crash has his mouth open in shock when it’s announced that Sophie won.
Pyro laughs but doesn’t seem surprised at all.
Then there is Stitch who bangs his hands on the table looking like a child throwing a fit.
Sophie looks at him with a smug look and actually blows him a kiss before walking off the stage.
When she comes closer, we all congratulate her.
“Damn, girl, how did you do that?” Tech asks in surprise.
She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ve always wanted to enter one of these contests.”
“She also didn’t eat all day so that she could have ‘enough room’ for this contest," Trigger says with a laugh.
Pyro comes walking up and lightly pats Sophie on the back, congratulating her. He has a smile on his face until he sees me, and then he narrows his eyes.
“I could have sworn that I heard my woman cheering on a competitor. “
I make a show of looking around. “Well, we better go find her and kick her ass then.”
Everyone laughs when he growls at me.
I throw my hands up in the air. “Well, did you see her! Damn, that woman is a champ!”
“I know. She had this crazy look of determination in her eyes, so I had a feeling that I didn’t have a chance,” he says.
Everyone talks amongst themselves. Bullet has an arm around my shoulders, but no one has said a word.
No one batted an eyelash when Pyro took the other side of me and put an arm around my waist.
I smile to myself because this is the feeling I’ve always wanted. How lucky did I get to have two men who want me the way that I want them, and are willing to share?
There has been no greater feeling than having these two men at my side.
To feel this safe and protected; I wish that everyone could feel this way.
I find myself already falling deeper in love with them both.
Sure, they are both bikers and live the club life to the fullest, but they are both completely different people.
Pyro has started to joke around and smile more. It was a side of him that I didn’t know existed. As surprising as it was, it was also nice to see.
When Pyro smiles, you can’t help but to smile with him. There’s a happiness in his eyes that I have never seen before.
Bullet pulls us over to the rides, and I can’t help but squeal when I see a Ferris wheel. I love Ferris wheels. Riding one is soothing for me.
When Bullet immediately shakes his head when I pull them in that direction, I can’t help but chuckle and pout.
He curses as they both take turns with me on it. I don’t mention how Bullet’s hand squeezes mine. I have a feeling that he’s scared of heights, but he’s not going to admit that.
I don’t remember ever spending a carefree day like this before.
When we stop for lunch where Cook and Sophie are making food, Pyro groans. It’s his turn to shake his head.
“Just sit with us while we eat. I have a feeling that you won’t be hungry for the rest of the day,” I say with a laugh.
So that’s what he does. He sits with us while we eat some of Cook’s homemade burgers and enjoy the afternoon.
I take them to every ride and booth that there is. I know that the money we spend will go to the new playground, so I have no problem indulging in the festivities.
The SUV is filled with so much stuff by the time we leave, and a smile never leaves my face.
All three of us are so exhausted by the time we get back to Pyro’s house that all of us just wash up and then fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the annual fair.
Chapter Seven
Bullet
It has been one hell of a few weeks. I didn’t think that it was possible for me to have Krista. Not only is that fucking crazy in itself, but it’s also fucking crazy that I’m sharing her with another man from a different club.
The Vicious Snakes are good men though. They remind me of the Wicked Dragons. These brothers are close, and you can tell how much they value loyalty.
I find myself picturing my life here often. I know that there is no way that I can take Krista from this.
I find myself helping out with odd jobs. Ink, the owner of the tattoo shop, also told me that if I find myself living here then I will have a job with him.
I guess the work at the fair really helped out. It was great getting to do some ink while getting to know the brothers.
I started picturing Krista with a tattoo that had Pyro’s and my name on it. I decided to draw out the design that I had in mind. There will come a time when we will want that of her, and she knows this since she has been around Old Ladies all her life. I see her checking out everyone else’s tattoos and asking questions.
The perfect one comes to mind, and I can’t wait to show her.
I find myself fitting in here and I’m starting to feel conflicted. My brothers need me back home. I can’t stay here long unless I join the closest chapter here or leave my club and ask the Vicious Snakes if they’d want a brother who left his club.
Krista went with Pyro for the day and I know that he would protect her with his life.
I decide to head to the tattoo shop. There, I find a stressed looking Ink. When I look around, there are a lot of people waiting.
He looks relieved to see me walk in.
I lift my chin at him. “What’s going on?”
“Thank fuck you’re here,” he says with a big exhale.
“What do you need?” I ask.
“It’s fucking walk-ins day. The one day a month that we don’t schedule tattoos and will do walk ins if the tattoos requested are of a decent size. Both Dash and Razor are sick. Fucking stomach flu, man. I could use an extra hand.”
I nod my head. “Where should I set up?”
He points to a chair over on the other side of the room from him. “It’s no one’s spot. Make yourself comfortable with the machine and get what you need. Then grab the first person in line. They write their names down on a list. Just pick from the top. Kind of like how we did it at the fair.”
I nod my head in understanding.
That’s what I spend the next eight hours doing. I take a break to eat some of the take-out that Ink ordered and then get back to it.
I texted Krista to let her know that I would be gone all day. She told me not to rush if Ink needed my help that badly.
It turned out to be a good day. I liked being busy, especially since this is what I love to do.
Once the shop is closed up, we are about to head out and Ink puts a hand on my shoulder briefly.
“Thanks for the help,” he says with a chin lift.
“No problem. I love to ink,” I say with a smirk.
He laughs. “No kidding. If you find yourself here permanently, the chair is yours.” He points to the chair I’ve been using all day.
I can’t help my mouth from falling open in shock.
“No shit?” I say.
He nods his head seriously. “No shit, you’re good and can work under pressure. You will fit right in,” he says looking me in the eye. I feel like he's talking about more than just me working for him, but I don’t say anything. I just nod my head as we head out.
This is something that I’m going to have to think hard about. I can’t just make a quick decision. I climb on my bike and head out.
When I get back to Pyro’s, it’s late and I see a plate for me in
the fridge. I heat up the Chinese food and quickly down that with a bottle of water. I rinse out my plate and head upstairs.
I assume they both are already sleeping, but boy was I wrong.
Krista is on top of Pyro and riding him like her fucking depended on it.
My mouth goes dry at the hot as fuck sight.
They both look over at me and Krista looks lost in pleasure. Pyro lifts his chin and smacks Krista on the ass. She gasps through a moan.
Damn, I’m going to have to remember that. I love that our woman likes it rough.
I quickly get undressed and join them on the bed.
I move behind Krista and kiss her between the shoulder blades.
“Blake," she says with a moan.
“Shhhhh. I’ve got you, baby,” I say in her ear.
She actually fucking shudders and I fucking love that she’s so responsive. She’s fucking perfect for us.
“You alright with this, baby?” I ask as I bring a finger down to her ass and slowly slide it down.
She nods her head. “No. I need words, babe,” I say kissing her neck.
“Yes, having both of you in me sounds perfect,” she says with a moan.
“Okay push forward,” I tell her. She moves to lay on Pyro’s chest.
I take my time getting her ready for me. She moans as I’m slowly opening her up, and Pyro has to hold her hips to keep her still.
Once I have three fingers ready for her, I slowly slide them in and out. They both curse.
“Fuck, you better hurry up or I’m going to fucking blow,” Pyro says through clenched teeth.
I slide a condom on and add extra lube, since I don’t want it to hurt any more than it already will.
I know that she’s going to be uncomfortable when I’m going in, so I’m going to do everything I can to lightly ease my way in her.
Slowly I slide my cock in, inch by inch. When Krista tenses, I tell her to relax. She takes a deep breath and I feel her slowly relax under me.
When I’m all the way in, I give her a couple seconds to let her adjust.
“How you doing, baby?” I ask, stroking her back.
“I feel full,” she says.
“Is that a good thing or bad thing?” Pyro asks.
“It feels good, now move!” she says, and I can’t help but laugh at her bossy tone.
We take turns sliding in and out of her and, fuck, does it ever feel good. I clench my teeth when I know I’m close. I want all of us to come at the same time.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Krista yells.
I feel her clench hard and I know that she’s coming.
I can’t hold back anymore, and neither can Pyro.
We both go off and it’s amazing just to experience.
Fuck, I’m ruined, and I don’t care who knows it.
After we get our breathing back to normal, I slowly slide out of Krista to take care of the condom and wash up. Pyro takes his turn after me and brings Krista a washcloth to clean up. She gives us a sweet, sleepy smile.
“I’m so glad that you guys are mine,” she says before she falls asleep.
I crawl on one side of her, and Pyro takes up the other side.
We are both wide awake. There is silence for a few minutes before he speaks.
“How did it go at the shop today?”
“Great, it was walk-in day, but Dash and Razor had the stomach flu so it was good to help. Ink offered me a chair in case I stay here permanently.”
He nods his head. “That’s a big decision; one that must be yours alone, so I can’t help you. Do what feels right. Krista and I will be here,” he says, reassuring me.
I nod my head. “I know, and it’s good to hear you say that because it’s something I will need to think about. Krista is everything and I would do anything for her. I wasted so much time holding back, and I don’t want to waste any more time without her.”
He gives me a look of understanding. “I know what you mean. After I was shot, I woke up in the hospital. She was in my room checking on me and writing on a chart. Not a bad fucking sight to wake up to, I’ll tell you that. When she smiled at me and said ‘you’re awake!’ I felt like I was fucking dreaming, but I was an ass and kept her at a distance. Took me watching my brother lose his woman in a fire to realize that I don’t want to waste any more time. I will keep her for as long as she has me.”
“That’s good because I’m not letting you two go. Now shut up and sleep, I’m tired,” Krista mumbles sleepily.
We both let out a chuckle.
“That’s our bossy babe,” I say and kiss her on the cheek before I fall asleep.
“Good thing I like bossy,” Pyro mumbles and falls asleep as well.
I don’t think that I could ever give this up for anything.
Chapter Eight
Krista
It has been a couple weeks since that wonderful day at the fair. Being with these two men has been amazing. I have never been happier.
Tonight, I’m going on a date with Declan, and then tomorrow I’ll go on a date with Blake. They are both going to take turns so that we can bring our relationship to a deeper level. I love the idea of getting to know them better, so I was all for it.
Our lives have been filled with constant sex, so I haven’t taken as much time as I would have liked to in order to get to know them on a more intellectual and emotional level.
I have no idea where they are taking me. I’m hoping that they both pick something that will show me a side of themselves that I would never have known before.
Declan told me to dress warm and make sure that I have an appetite.
I put on some jeans with a long-sleeved shirt and a warm jacket. It’s not too chilly here this time of year but, still, maybe we are going on his bike somewhere and that’s why he wants me to dress warm.
I wear my black biker boots and decide to swap my warm jacket for my leather one. I really hope that we are going on his bike but, if not, I can always change back.
When I get downstairs, Blake kisses me goodnight and tells me that he will see me tomorrow. He heads to the clubhouse to stay in Pyro’s room for the night and give us some privacy. I’m glad. I would feel too guilty, like I was leaving him out or excluding him, if he was in the guest room sleeping while Pyro and I have sex.
Declan is wearing his vest with his normal wear of jeans, a t-shirt, and biker boots. He always looks good in his biker wear. You can see the tattoos peaking out of his shirt and the muscles that are hidden underneath.
He smiles at me and, honestly, my heart skips a beat. Damn, that smile will get me every time.
“Ready to go, baby?” he says, and I can only nod my head. This guy is perfect. So fucking hot. How did I get so lucky? That thought never stops running through my head because I'm constantly wondering it.
We head out towards his bike. I can’t help but smile and clap my hands like I’m a child. I love riding with him on his bike.
“What’s that look for?” Declan asks with a smile of his own.
“I was just hoping that we were going on your bike,” I say, and he grins at me.
“Let’s go, baby.”
We get out on the road. I’m loving the feeling of holding on to Declan and feeling the open road.
We head towards the next town. I don’t question why we are coming here, but we pull up to a nice looking Italian restaurant- the kind where you would want to show up more dressed up than we are now, but that doesn’t seem to bother him.
I look down at the way we are dressed and then look at Declan in confusion. “What are we doing here? We aren’t dressed for this,” I whisper loudly at him.
He chuckles and shakes his head while opening the door and waiting for me to walk inside. When he doesn’t respond, I walk in and immediately look around.
The place is nice and has booths lining the walls. They have a few smalls booths for two people and bigger ones if you are having a double date or family come. There is a pleasant ambience here. It doesn’t have an ove
rly romantic feel. There’s more of a welcoming feel to it.
The hostess greets us with a smile.
“Ah Mr. Carter. Right this way,” she says, and we follow her to a booth in the back that has a lot of privacy. It’s one of the smaller ones, and I can feel Declan’s body against mine.
“Mr. Carter? How often do you come here?” I ask in surprise.
He chuckles. “I try to come once a week. I have a friend who owns this place. We went to school together and he knows how to make an amazing Chicken Carbonara.”
I lick my lips just thinking about it.
“That does sound good.”
“Then let’s order it,” he says.
The waiter comes to take out order. Declan gets the chicken carbonara and I get the spinach ravioli.
It’s not long before a man comes out to greet us. He has a huge smile on his face.
“Declan. Good to see you. When the staff told me that you have a beautiful woman with you, I had to see if with my own eyes. Now that I see her, I’m wondering why she’s with your ugly mug,” he says with a laugh, so I know that he’s just teasing.
Declan chuckles and gets up to do that man hug thing where they slap each other on the back.
“And who is this lovely lady?” he says turning to me.
“This is Krista. My woman,” he says with a smile.
“Damn, it’s about time that you got your head out of your ass and went for it. Good for you,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I know, I thought the same thing,” I say, and the guy laughs harder.
“I’ll leave you to it. I’ll make sure those dishes are cooked to perfection!” he says as he leaves the table.
I snack on the bread that’s on the table. Declan and I chat while waiting for our main courses.
“I’m an only child. My parents died in an accident and, well, as I said before, that’s why I have the money for the house and I don’t need to work, but I will do the jobs the club needs when they need an extra hand or protection,” he tells me.
“I’ve always wondered. I’ve never seen you sticking to one place like some brothers who work at the shop fixing up cars or helping at the diner or club. You seem to be everywhere and anywhere.”