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by Liberty Parker

  Some of the club’s Babes walk by us, and I swear I hear Ashton growl, I look up at her in surprise, and her eyes are tracking them as they walk past. “I don’t trust this new group of women. I swear that one there,” she says, pointing at a brunette, “wants my man, I’ll fucking kill her first.” My eyes must widen at her statement because she looks at me and says, “you’d do the same if it was yours.” I nod my head, she’s right, I definitely would make the threat.

  “The guys told me the other night that some of them don’t know where their hands belong and don’t. These women aren’t here for the younger men, they’re here for a patch,” I tell them.

  “They definitely have claws and fangs,” Kori says.

  “I’ll rip them out if one of them touches Ghost again,” Bristol says.

  “They’re fucking with your man too? Are they stupid or something?” I ask her.

  “Or something,” she replies.

  “The one with the blonde bob, Jessie I think her name is, actually cornered Justice the other day and told him she’s here to service him however it is I’m not. When he asked her what made her think he wasn’t being serviced by his Ol’ lady, she said, it’s because you always have a scowl on your face. The bitch doesn’t know that’s his permanent look. Unless he’s with me of course.” Lizzie tells us.

  “How do you know that?” I ask her.

  “Because I was standing in the corner and the bitch knew it.”

  “That takes some real balls to corner an Ol’ man like that knowing you’re in the same room,” Bristol says.

  “That’s the reason she did it, she was trying to put a divide in their relationship,” Ashton says. “Little does the bitch know, I’ll cut her before she fucks with one of my boys and their Ol’ ladies.” All I can think is we need to hide the knives, or we’ll be hiding a body. I wonder if the guys will help us with that?

  “Ready to ride, Rai?” Levi ask, as the men finally leave the confines of their meeting room.

  “Yep,” I say, needing to leave before I’m an accessory to murder.

  “Wait a minute,” Bomber comes running up to me before we leave.

  “What’s up, brother?” Carson ask him as he walks up to us.

  “Need to know if somethin’ happened while we were in our meetin’ is all.”

  “Nothing really,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “I was here talking to the women the entire time, nothing out of the ordinary.”

  “If you don’t count the Babes strolling through giving us all evil and dirty looks as anything out of the ordinary,” Kori says, and Tic stiffens at her side.

  “They fuckin’ with you?” he ask her.

  “When are they not? Is a better question to ask, it’s easier to answer,” Ashton says. She looks up at Wasp and states, “I’m getting really sick and tired of them fucking with the men and women of this club.”

  “You and Kori should get the other Ol’ ladies together and have a chat with them, remind them of the rules.” Damn, I want to be a fly on the wall when that conversation takes place. I wish I had my cut, so I could join in on the fun.

  “Hold off until Rainey gets her cut, she has a right to be there too,” Carson says.

  “She definitely does,” Levi states. I smile, because leave it to my men to make sure I’m included in something like this. I need to talk to my sisters and get their input in all of this.

  The guys are out tinkering with their bikes, so I pick up the phone to call my sisters. Once I have them both on the line, I lay out for them the newest gossip involving the Babes and how they’re being with all the men.

  “I’d slit a bitch’s throat,” Ariel tells me.

  “I’d concur with our older sister’s plan,” Emory states. And she surprises me more than Ariel’s confession. Emory is the most laid back out of the three of us. I hide my anger better than the two of them and am usually thought of as the pushover of the three of us, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m more of a planner than a doer, and I think it confuses people. I’m a lot more methodical than my two older sisters, which is how we got away with as much as we did as teenagers.

  “When I get my patch, apparently, all the Ol’ ladies are having a meeting with them. Ashton and Kori have been around longer than the rest of us, I am curious as to how they handle these types of things.”

  “Ashton’s a ballbuster, I wish I could be there. Do you think they’d make me an honorary member and let me play a little?”

  “No, Ariel, I don’t think they would. It’s club business, the only part the women are allowed to be involved in.”

  “Beating the whores’ asses?” Emory asks me.

  “Maybe? I don’t really know what it means,” I tell them.

  “Ask your men, or just follow the women’s lead, it’s the best advice I can give you other than make them pay.”

  “Jeez, Ariel, what has you so bloodthirsty?” I ask her.

  “You seriously have to ask me that? After what the three of us have been through, I’m not ready to be a big girl and talk shit out. People need to realize we’re a force to be reckoned with and they need to leave us and our family alone! I’m so fucking tired of having to defend myself.”

  “I agree with Ariel, little sis. It’s time we put our foot down and stop all the gossiping mill activity. Our town is full of catty people, the other day Mom had to put the smack down on someone while shopping for groceries, because they were talking about how we had no right to take the good guys. Apparently, us being covered in tats and piercings is uncouth, and we don’t deserve the men we have. She came home fuming mad talking about how no one had a right to an opinion of who could and couldn’t be with her daughters. I though Marcus was going to die from laughter picturing our mom telling off the matriarchs of the town.”

  “I know people in town have been gossiping about me with two men, I had no idea they were saying shit about you and Ariel too,” I say to Em.

  “They can have their opinions until it affects our men, mother and children,” Ariel says. “The second it touches Devon; all bets are off. Mom will be just a nuisance when I get done with them.”

  “The old biddies of this town need something else to occupy their time. Our lives are no one’s business but our own,” I put my two cents in.

  “As long as we all stand united, they can’t do anything to us,” Ariel responds.

  “I gotta go, Shyann just woke up from her nap. Love you,” Emory says, before disconnecting the call.

  “I should get off too, Dillon will be home soon, and I need to get dinner going.”

  “Alright, sis, talk to ya later,” I say, hanging up the phone. We all work together tomorrow, so I’m sure this conversation will pick back up at the shop. I smile, knowing that no matter what, my sisters always have my back.

  Ariel

  I hang up the phone with my sister and stew on our conversation. If the club won’t take care of these women, I’d be happy to do it for them, no one messes with my baby sisters and gets to go on all nonchalant like nothing’s happened. Out of the three of us, Rainey has it the hardest, her choice of lifestyle has made her a target, it’s planted a big old bullseye on her back. That however, doesn’t give anyone the right to tell her that her choices are wrong. It’s her life, no one has to walk a mile in her shoes other than her, and her family has her back no matter what. Fuck these bitches. I pick up the phone, scroll through my address book and call Ashton.

  “Hello,” she answers.

  “How can I help?” is the only thing I say. She laughs and together, we come up with a plan to take these bitches down at the knees. I may not be club, but I am family.

  Rainey

  The next morning, I wake up and take care of business. The guys are fast asleep, it’s the first time in a long time that I’ve woken before them. Deciding for once, I’ll make the coffee and breakfast, I rush through my shower and head for the kitchen. I look in the fridge and notice we have leftover chopped veggies we didn’t use in th
e stir-fry the other night and I decide on making omelets, biscuits, sausage and hash browns. My men like to eat, and I want them to start their day off right. Once I get the food cooking, I start making our mugs of coffee, mine first of course. When I have breakfast all made, I decide to get a tray down and take them breakfast in bed. As I’m reaching up in the cabinet, I feel hands rub down my sides. Knowing instantly those hands belong to Carson, I look over my shoulder and pout. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

  “I’m ravished, but not for food, for you,” he says, picking me up and carrying me over to the table.

  “So, I take it I’m your breakfast?” I say, smiling down at him.

  “You’re the entrée, baby.”

  “I could get down with that,” I reply, as he sits me down on the kitchen table and swiftly removes my shirt from my body. Seeing as I’m naked underneath my clothing he gets a gleam in his eye when he peruses me.

  “Damn you’re beautiful,” he tells me, as he leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth. I throw my head back in ecstasy, because his mouth is dangerous and always feels so good on my body. He takes his hand and lays me back on the table, I shudder when my warm body is pressed against the cool wood. The chill is soon forgotten as he makes his way down my body. He plays me like a fine-tuned instrument that is always attuned to him and the way he makes my body dance. When he makes his way to my core and swipes up from bottom to clit, I want to howl out at the pleasure, but I don’t, instead I look down and watch him as he devours me. I am enraptured by the way he makes a meal out of me, I moan as he hits the right spot when he inserts two fingers. His tongue circles my clit and my hips raise of their own accord, he pushes them back down and looks up at me. He keeps his eyes on mine as he steadily pumps his fingers in and out of me and sucks my clit into his mouth. Delicious shivers race up and down my spine and goose bumps form on my arms.

  “I’m going to come,” I inform him. He removes his fingers from my channel and shoves his tongue in deep, he uses his tongue like he was his fingers that were just inside of me and uses them to pull on my clit. I detonate on his tongue and his ministrations triple in effort.

  “Carson!” I scream out his name, as my body leaves this universe, and I am flying high from the intensity of my orgasm. He raises off from the chair and pushes his sleep pants down past his hips.

  “I need you,” he says, as he lines himself up with me. He slowly enters me and is deliciously stretching me to accommodate his size. “Watch me love you,” he says, looking into my eyes. He looks down to where we’re joined, so I do the same. Watching him enter and retract from me turns me on more than just feeling him. “So tight, so wet, all mine,” he says, and I get even wetter than I was before his proclamation. “Who do you belong to?” he asks me.

  “You! I belong to you and Levi,” I pant out.

  “Damn right you do,” he says, picking up the pace. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I forget to be watching us as I ride out the pleasure he’s inflicting on me. My head falls back on the table and my back arches. “Fuck! I’m not going to last the way you’re squeezing my cock.” He pulls out of me and flips me over to where my stomach is lying flat on the table. He leans over and impales himself deeply inside of me. He buries his teeth on my shoulder and his hips pump in and out of me at a pace that makes stars shoot behind my eyelids. I scream out as my release hits me and he screams out my name as he joins me. I lay there, limp as a noodle as he pulls out of me. I feel him leave me and hear the faucet run, knowing he’s fixing to clean me up makes my heart full of love for him. He just has no idea what he and Levi mean to me, and I hope to be able to find a way to show them, words just don’t seem like enough, to express my true feelings.

  Once he cleans me up and helps me put my shirt over my body, he says, “Let’s go take Levi his breakfast and get him up and moving for the day.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I reply. We gather up coffee after rewarming the mugs and nuke the breakfast so it’s not cold and he carries the tray into the bedroom where Levi is just beginning to wake up.

  “Hey, baby,” he says as he sees me. “You have a freshly-fucked look about you,” and I giggle at the statement, because I’m sure my hair is everywhere.

  “Maybe because I was.”

  “Damn, you sleep in one time and you miss all the fun,” he says teasing me.

  “Guess you should set your alarm from now on,” I tease back. He grabs a hold of me and pulls me into his lap. “Nah, cause we have our times without Carson. Can’t hog all the fun of being inside our girl to myself.”

  “I love our times when it’s all three of us, but there’s something special about our one-on-one times as well,” I reply.

  “Damn straight,” Carson states.

  “Now, I’m starved, what’s for breakfast?” Carson sets the tray down in front of him and we gather on the bed surrounding the tray. We talk, laugh and eat. I watch the two of them, and once again am enamored at my mens’ bodies and the way they are with each other and me. They never make me feel like if I have time alone with the other that I’m betraying them in any way. Their love for me, and each other, is a blessing that I’m so thankful found its way to me. To be included in their lives is something to be treasured, honored and respected. I’m happy that neither of our families have judged us for the way we choose to live.

  Chapter 6

  Carson

  Jealousy isn’t a good color on anyone…

  I’m sitting around bullshitting with my brothers when Tic asks us, “Do you two ever get jealous of each other and your time alone with Rainey?”

  “Nah, man,” Levi answers him.

  “There’s no room for jealousy. We never intentionally set out to fall in love with the same woman. It just happened, and we knew if we made her choose, we’d both lose her and that wasn’t somethin’ either one of us was willin’ to do,” I answer, as honestly as I can.

  “Just wonderin’ because you two have always been so competitive, was curious if it fell into your relationship with your Ol’ lady is all,” Tic shrugs his shoulders.

  “We love her, and that is a game changer. It isn’t about us, it’s about her. We don’t view it as one of us gets more time with her than the other. The way we see it is that we’re takin’ care of her and her needs.”

  “When are y’all gonna patch her ass?” Wasp asks.

  “This weekend if possible,” Levi states, and I agree with him.

  “Then we need to get Ashton and Kori putting together something special for her day,” Tic replies.

  “Sounds good man, let us know what you need so we can pitch in.”

  We leave the clubhouse and head home, Rainey spent the day with her mother and sisters shopping. It’s a monthly thing they do, they shop, go to lunch and have a spa day, whatever the fuck that means. All I know is my woman comes home looking as beautiful as ever, and we get to enjoy the hair-free pussy. Win-win as far as I’m concerned, she gets to enjoy our persual of her, and we get to enjoy her glorious, pink folds exposed. She isn’t home when we get there, so we each take a shower and Levi starts the grill. We marinated some chicken this morning so we’re going to make a grilled chicken Caesar salad and some fresh garlic bread to go with it. The one thing our mother made sure we knew how to do was be able to cook. It was our individual time spent with her and we enjoyed every minute of it with her.

  Once the chicken is on the grill, I make my spread and pull out the loaf of bread and cut it in half. Once that’s complete I put it in the oven right as my woman walks through the front door. “Something smells delicious,” she says.

  “That’s all you, baby,” I tell her. She giggles walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Hi,” I say, as I brush my lips with hers.

  “Hi, missed you today.”

  “We missed you too, did you have fun with the girls?”

  “I had a blast as always, tomorrow is back to the bump and grind. I have so many scheduled clients I’m already looki
ng forward to the day being over and this one hasn’t even ended yet.” I laugh at her, because we’re always slammed on Tuesdays when we open, as well as Saturday evenings. The two days that we know we’ll be booked solid. “Where’s Levi?” she asks me.

  “Out back manning the grill,” I say, planting another kiss on her lips.

  “I’m gonna go say hi to him,” she tells me.

  “Sounds good,” I respond, and watch her ass as she leaves the kitchen. The things she does to me, and a certain appendage of mine, every time I see her.

  Rainey

  I can feel his eyes watching me as I leave, it makes me put an extra sway in my hips. Teasing him is so much fun. I walk out and hold back my moan as I watch Levi not only manning the grill but swaying his hips to the beat of the song that’s currently playing on his radio. The man has moves, and I walk over and place my hands on his hips. He places his hands over mine and looks over his shoulder giving me a panty melting smile. His dimples stick out and it makes me want to lick each one of them. He shuts the lid on the grill and swings me in front of him, he pulls me into his body to where we are flush with one another. We begin a dirty dance, one that is making my panties melt, and hormones shoot off. I grind with him, and we end up making out, and I’m suddenly ravished for him, and not food. I take my hands off his hips and drop down to my knees. I slowly pop his button on his jeans and lower the zipper. He licks his lips and I copy him, licking mine. I take his cock out and begin pumping it from root to tip. His hips jet forward and I lean down and lick the head, never taking my sight away from his. After I swirl my tongue around him a few times, I lick him up and down and hear him panting in anticipation of me swallowing him whole. After teasing him a few more times, I give no warning and deep throat him to the point that his balls hit the bottom of my chin. “Fuck yeah, Rai, swallow every inch of me.” I can’t talk back because my mouth is so full that I hum around him causing his eyes to roll and shut. My rhythm picks up as my desire increases, I love to make him lose control with me since it’s not something he usually allows. “Fuck me with your mouth, just like that,” he says, as he begins to fuck my face. I breathe deeply in my nose so I don’t feel as if I’m suffocating. Every time I go down I swallow and when I come back up I twirl my tongue around as much of him as I can.