Being the Bikers' Old Lady

by Marla Monroe

  “That’s what we’d like to know,” Walker said. Butch stood back with a scowl on his face and his beefy arms crossed over his wide chest.

  “Ginger? Cindy?” River looked over at them. “What got her so upset? She was having a blast before I ran to the ladies’ room.”

  Ginger hiccupped and shrugged. “She was gonna head to bed, and we told her she couldn’t because Reece and Dom hadn’t done the ceremony yet.”

  Cindy slid off the barstool and would have hit the floor if Ajax hadn’t grabbed her and lifted her back up. She giggled and looked back at Delta. “She isn’t an old lady till they do her in front of everyone. It’s what makes her part of the club.”

  At that, everyone around Delta groaned, including River. Delta wanted to slap some sense into the woman before she got too far along to get out. Once she was more than four or five months, she wouldn’t be able to find a job or a place to stay. How could she possibly want to live and raise a child in something like this?

  “I think there’s been a misunderstanding here,” River began.

  “There sure has. I trusted them, and they lied to me.” Delta struggled against the gentle yet secure hold he had on her arms. “Let me go, Walker.”

  “Not until we straighten this misconception you have about the ceremony out,” Walker said in a gruff voice.

  “What is there to straighten out? I’m not fucking you or them in front of the entire club. If you try to make me I’ll have all of you up on rape charges so fast it’ll make a tornado look like a whirlygig. Do you hear me?” Delta was as close to tears as she’d ever been in her life.

  “Look, sweetness, you’ve got it all wrong. No one’s raping anyone here,” Butch began.

  “Damn straight!” Delta huffed out.

  “Attention everyone!” Reece yelled out over the music. “Shut that thing off!”

  The music cut off and with it, the noise of almost seventy-five people.

  “Let me go, Walker! I’m not doing this.” She tried to jerk free again, but he wasn’t letting go.

  Panic swamped her senses and tears blurred her eyes. All she could see was her past in that moment and remembered some of the so-called ceremonies. She and her sister had stayed away from most of the crap that had gone on in the clubs, but sometimes they were trapped and had no way to escape the horrors they’d witnessed.

  Suddenly Reece and Dom were standing in front of her and the others. Both looked deadly in that moment. Muscular and tall with their colors proudly displayed for everyone to see. The president and vice president patches only added to the menace she felt standing in front of them with Walker holding her arm and Butch on her other side.

  “Something wrong?” Dom asked, looking down, his gaze capturing hers.

  “Not sure. I think there’s been a little misunderstanding about the celebration here,” Walker said.

  “There’s been a big misunderstanding. Something Cindy or Ginger said has given Delta the wrong idea of what is going on tonight,” River told them. “She thinks she has to have sex with you guys in front of everyone in order to be accepted into the club.”

  There was no missing the complete shock on Dom’s face or the widening of his eyes at River’s words. His head jerked to the side to stare at River, then both he and Reece glared at Cindy and Ginger. Both women seemed to shrink under their intense stares.

  “What in the hell did the two of you say to make her think that?” Ajax asked.

  Despite the censure in his voice, Delta could still see amusement dancing in his eyes. What in the hell did he find so amusing? Was he anticipating punishing Ginger? As much as she didn’t want the woman to suffer for something related to her, Delta couldn’t help her. She had enough trouble of her own to deal with.

  She was just about to start fighting in earnest when Dom burst out laughing. His deep voice proved to carry over into his loud chuckle as he shook his head. Reece just smiled and held out a leather coat to Butch.

  “First of all, Delta, Raven would have our dicks and balls if we even looked at another woman sideways much less thought to touch her in a sexual way. Second of all, your two men would attempt to cut out our hearts if we acted in the least inappropriate way toward you,” Reece said with a grin so wide it nearly overwhelmed the rest of his face.

  “I don’t know enough about your past to even comprehend how you would think that about us or even draw that conclusion just from two drunken women’s statements, but I can assure you that nothing like that ever happens here. We don’t condone rape, the use of force over a woman for anything, and would never cheat on our old ladies.” Dom jammed his hands on his hips and looked up at the ceiling as if there was something important hanging there.

  When he looked back down, there was pain and sorrow there before it retreated behind a blank mask that might have frightened her if she hadn’t already been washed in terror. He lifted his hands up to quiet the murmurs that had slowly risen around them.

  “Let’s put an end to this now and get back to having a party,” Dom said.

  Reece nodded at Butch who was still holding the leather jacket. Butch stepped closer to Delta and held the jacket up so that everyone could see it. On the back was The Ghost Riders’ patch and above it the words, “Owned by Butch and Walker.” The enormity of the meaning of those words hit her hard again. Was she really going to allow another human being to own her? She’d fought against this all of her life. She’d sworn to her sister and her mother that she’d never let herself be railroaded or coaxed into being a part of any motorcycle club like they had. Yet here she was about to do just that. Had she gone insane?

  Insane in love. I’m a total basket case around the two men. I tell myself I don’t want this, but I’m lying. I want them—want to be a part of them. I’ve never felt so cared for or shown so much passion until they crashed into my life.

  But what did that mean in the long run if she let them put that jacket on her? They’d said all the right things and promised her the world, but men lied. Her ex was more than enough proof of that. She didn’t even have to think about the men before him. She’d searched for the impossible all her adult life and had finally come to the conclusion that it didn’t exist. What did exist was the love of two men who no matter how screwed up their lifestyles were, had shown her more support and caring than anyone else she’d ever met.

  “Delta, these two men pledge their lives to making you happy and keeping you safe,” Dom began. “As members of this MC, The Ghost Riders, taking you on as their old lady makes you a member just as much as they are. As a member, you are bound by our rules and the number one rule is that the club comes first and there’s no disrespecting the club.”

  Reece spoke up next. “Though the club comes first, you are part of the club, and that means you come first with all of us. Each and every single member vows to protect you just as you are expected to pledge to protect them in return.”

  Dom nodded at Walker and Butch, giving them permission to speak next. Delta felt as if she were a stone statue, unable to move even if she wanted to. Her feet were rooted to the floor beneath them, and her eyes were glued to Butch and the jacket he now lowered.

  “Delta, you are the woman we’ve chosen to be our old lady. Walker and I want you and only you. Though we may party hard and travel for the club, we will never cheat on you or give you any reason to doubt this pledge to you. We will keep you safe and make you as happy as two old bikers are able to. No one will come between us, but the club comes first,” Butch said, holding out the jacket so that Walker could take one side.

  “And you are now part of the club.” In the midst of the yells and claps of the members surrounding them, Walker helped Butch dress her in the club jacket that proclaimed to the world she was not only a member of The Ghost Riders MC but that she was their property.

  First Butch, then Walker took her mouth in a deep, soul-searing kiss. Before she could recover from their assault, both Reece and Dom hugged her chastely followed by pretty much every other
person in the room.

  “It was just a misunderstanding, Delta. Don’t let it ruin your night. Don’t punish those two men for something they didn’t have any control over. Ginger and Cindy will be horrified in the morning that they hurt you and nearly stopped the ceremony. Be happy, and you have all of us girls at your back if you ever need anything.” River squeezed her before releasing her from the hug to be swallowed up in another one from Jugs.

  “Welcome to the family, girlfriend. I knew I liked you the moment I saw you. Don’t let it go to your head though. Just because I don’t always approve right off of the bitches the guys latch on to doesn’t mean you’re special. It just means you’re a real keeper. We’ll talk more about life here later. For now, enjoy fucking your men because I think that’s right where you are headed.” Juggs chuckled as someone grabbed Delta from behind and pulled her against a long hard body she instantly recognized as Butch since his goatee tickled the top of her head.

  “Enough messing around with everyone. It’s time to screw around with your men now.” Butch’s rumbly voice never failed to stir something primal and thick deep inside her cunt. Immediately her pussy leaked its juices to dampen her panties.

  “Just the two of you?” she asked in a tight, raspy voice.

  “Damn right, just the two of us. No one else is ever going to touch, taste, or tantalize what belongs to Walker and me. Do you get me, Delta?”

  She could feel his voice against her back as well as hear it. The rumble had grown deeper and a little harder with those words. She understood that completely. There would be no cheating or even messing around. They took their vows seriously, the way marriage vows were supposed to be taken but often weren’t.

  “I most definitely do. Let’s take this to your suite, Butch,” she said.

  He squeezed her even tighter for a second. “Our suite, darling Delta. Our suite.”

  * * * *

  Walker couldn’t believe they’d nearly lost her over a stupid misunderstanding like that. If she wasn’t going to trust them any more than that, maybe they’d made a mistake. Seeing the way Butch held on to Delta’s body as he talked to her about leaving the party, Walker scoffed at his stupid thoughts. She was perfect for them. He’d been the one pushing to keep her when Butch hadn’t been all the way on board. He couldn’t start having doubts and second thoughts now.

  He reminded himself that she’d had a different upbringing in a different club that was riddled with problems even before the eventual breakdown of the president. Plus, she’d seen other clubs as well. The Ghost Riders weren’t the only essentially nonviolent MC in the nation, but they were in a minority. There were even fewer MCs that operated under the 1 percenter badge that didn’t adhere to some of the less than savory practices of the lifestyle.

  “Ready?” Butch asked, breaking up his thoughts.

  “Yeah. Let’s get out of the crowd,” he said.

  It took them a few frustrating minutes to get through the crowd of well-wishers and array of suggestive advice, but once they’d made it to the hall that led to their suite Walker felt better. He slipped around Butch and Delta to open the door for them, then made damn sure the thing was securely locked with the deadbolt and added a chair under the knob just to let them know if anyone did try to get in.

  Butch lifted a brow when he saw what he’d done. “Paranoid much?”

  “Nope. Just precautious with the bunch of pranksters out there drinking to our good fortune. They have our cell numbers, so they can get us if they really need us,” Walker pointed out.

  “True.” Butch pulled Delta around between them with her back to his chest. “So now that we’ve got her here all to ourselves, what do you want to do with her?”

  Walker felt the previous worry and strain slowly drain away. For a little while, he’d been afraid they were going to lose her, and he hadn’t even known why. They were going to really have to censure their statements around her until she completely trusted them and the club. With her background it was only natural she would jump to conclusions when something sounded worse than it really was. Hopefully she would think about what had happened tonight when she started to get upset or panic in the future.

  “I’m thinking along the lines of getting our dicks sucked. Her mouth is made for it. Look at those plump, pouty lips. Seeing them around my cock is just about the hottest thing I can imagine right now.” Walker started unfastening his jeans.

  “Wait,” Butch said, stopping him in mid zip. “I want her naked with just the leathers on. I want to see the club’s colors with our names on her while she does it.”

  “Perfect,” Walker said, breaking into a grin. “Strip for us, babe.”

  To her credit, Delta didn’t balk or even look the least bit put off at the idea of giving them blow jobs wearing nothing but the leather jacket they’d put on her. In fact, Walker was almost certain there was a hint of arousal coloring her cheeks and flickering in her eyes. It went straight to his cock, and while she slowly removed the jacket and draped it over the back of a chair, he released his aching sex and pumped it a few times.

  “Look at how pretty and pink her nipples are, Walker,” Butch commented as he flicked one of them when she stood up from sliding her jeans down her long legs.

  “I could suck on those stiff berries for hours,” Walker said.

  “Don’t know what’s better,” Butch said, staring hard into her eyes. “Her sweet nipples or that spicy snatch. Love the taste of her, man. Love it.”

  “Well before we do our own tasting, she gets her treat first. Don’t you, Delta Dawn. Come over here, sweet baby.” Walker couldn’t wait to see her looking up at him from between his legs.

  He and Butch sat on the mattress at the foot of the bed with just the flies of their jeans open as Delta slowly walked over to him and stopped just shy of where he wanted her. Her pretty eyes held a mixture of anticipation, arousal, and just a hint of worry. Worry, not fear. He didn’t want her to ever be afraid of them. Worry, on the other hand, made for some exciting and heady sex.

  “A little closer, babe. Good. Now on your knees, and suck my cock.” Walker waited patiently as she slowly sank to her knees and licked her lips before looking up at him beneath her lowered lashes.

  Fuck, that’s hot. A little dirty and a whole lot of sexy. I could come just seeing the tip of her pink tongue sliding around her lips. I’m never going to last once she gets that wet mouth on me.

  He was right. Her mouth felt like dipping his dick in a warm, thick bowl of gooey caramel or molasses. His balls tightened in the sack, and suddenly his jeans were too tight. The idea of only exposing their genitals while she sucked them dry had seemed like a nasty good time when he’d first thought of it, but now his jeans were way too constraining.

  “Damn, baby. That feels so fucking good! Don’t leave Butch out. Show him some love with your hand,” Walker said in a tight voice.

  “Ah, fuck. That’s perfect, darling. Just the right amount of pressure.” Butch’s deep voice bottomed out as he groaned when she pumped her hand up and down his stalk.

  Every pass of her tongue over the glans of his penis had him sucking air to keep from yelling out like a teenager. Hell, he felt like a teenager the way she had him on the edge already. He dug his fingers through her thick hair, massaging her scalp with his nails. When she pressed the tip of her tongue under the edge of the crown and circled it Walker felt like his head was going to blow off—both of them.

  He glanced over to see Butch with his head thrown back and a grimace on his face. No way was it in pain unless it felt so good it hurt. He could easily see that, since Delta’s mouth with her teasing tongue and killer suction was just about to kill him.

  “Holy hell, darling. I’m going to come before I get to feel your sweet mouth on me. Ease up some. Please, Delta. I want to see my dick in between those red lips.”

  Butch’s “please” had Walker smiling despite how tense his facial muscles felt with the effort not to shoot his load. He wanted to savor this.
With the churning in his balls and the way she was hitting every sensitive spot on his cock, Walker started to worry the force of his orgasm might be too much for her.

  Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Walker looked down to see a bit of mischief in the eyes looking back up at him just before she sucked him down to the back of her throat, then swallowed and took every last inch of his dick. It was more than he could handle. It felt so damn good that he lost all control and dug his fingers into her hair in an attempt not to put pressure on her head to keep her there.

  “Mother…” Walker couldn’t finish the curse as she squeezed his balls and took the last shred of control he’d had. How in the hell had she gotten her hand in his pants without him realizing it?

  Cum boiled from his balls up his shaft and exploded into the back of her throat as she hummed around him. Delta applied just the right amount of pressure to his balls as he emptied himself into her perfect mouth and down her amazing throat. Damn he wished he’d kept his eyes open to see her come off of him. The pleasured pain of his climax had his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth clenched.

  The first thing he did see when he opened his eyes was her gorgeous eyes dark with desire and his seed leaking from the corner of her mouth that had just the right amount of impishness turning it into a smile. When her pink tongue slipped from between her swollen red lips to clean all traces of his orgasm Walker thought he was going to come again as his cock jerked and his balls attempted to tighten. He was worthless all over right then.

  “After watching you take such good care of my brother over there, I’m not sure I can do you right, sweet Delta. You’ve already got me so geared up that I’m going to blow the second you touch me with that killer tongue of yours,” Butch said, reaching out to her.

  “Now, now, baby. I know better than that. You’re a Ghost Rider. I’d think you have more stamina than that.” Delta let Butch pull her over to him where she settled between his legs.