I rush through the store in a breaking record amount of time, I’m not even sure if my feet actually hit the floor, the thought of seeing Hannah with her long hair dripping wet from her shower has me longing to get back. As I’m at the checkout counter, I see that there is a small bouquet of mixed, seasonal flowers. Thinking I can purchase some and pull it off as a welcome gift, I grab the freshest set I see and add them to my purchase.
“Double bag those for me please,” I tell the clerk. Thinking that since I’m on my bike, I don’t want to put them in my saddle bag because I don’t want them to get crushed, I’ll have to put them between my legs. The clerk is young and cute, and before Hannah entered the picture, I’d be all about trying to get her into our bed, but she doesn’t hold a candle to my girl. I grab the receipt and am fixing to put it into my pocket, when I see writing on the back.
It reads: Give me a call sometime handsome, Dolly (555) 382-7256.
I look at her and she’s fluttering her eyelashes at me. Instead of leading her on, I crumble up the receipt and toss it in the trash can as I exit the store, calling over my shoulder, “Have a good day, Dolly.” I’m not rude after all, plus this is the store I stop and get gas at, almost on a daily basis. I get my purchases situated, and head home, as quick as humanly possible. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually wanted to be home, it’s usually only used as a place to lay my head at night. I used to find any excuse to not be there, whether it’s at the clubhouse, work or just riding my bike, anything was better than the feeling of loneliness, every night, that would hit me before I would succumb to sleep. As I pull into my driveway, a feeling of happiness hits me for the first time in a very long time. Excited to get inside, I grab the twelve-pack of diet soda and the flowers and rush to the front door. I open it up and walk into the kitchen and am disappointed to see only Bandit in there.
“She’s not out yet?” I ask.
“Nope, but I’ve been tortured with her humming and moaning in there, I think my dick may fall off from the lack of release,” he says, turning to face me. “What’s in the bag?”
“I got her some flowers, kinda a welcome gift,” I tell him. He cracks a smile at me and turns away, usually this is where we’d give each other a hard time, but I think I’ve done something he approves of. I rush out of the kitchen and take the flowers out of the bag, I lay them on her pillow and rush out of her room. I stop dead in my tracks when I see that Duckie is grooming Jester in the middle of the living room floor, “Y’all are strange, y’know?” I mutter as I’m passing them by, still not sure what to make of their oddball relationship.
“Did you see Jester and Duckie?” I ask my brother, as I go into the kitchen to help him finish up.
“I’d say they’re in love, but that would be just too sick to think about,” Bandit says. I have to agree with that, those two definitely make the standard ‘dog hate cat’ scenario appear to be…wrong. “I was hoping they’d get along so that Hannah didn’t want to leave, but I have a feeling we’ll have a depressed dog on our hands if we even attempt to separate those two.”
“Truth,” Bandit says. Then I hear it, a moan that puts any porn star to shame. “See! That’s what I’ve been dealing with, I’m hard as fucking granite here!” he says, pointing to his dick.
“I don’t need you to point that shit out to me,” I say disgustingly. She does it again, and now I’m in the same boat as he is. “Maybe a cold shower will help,” I mutter.
“I’m not sure at this point even that would help my situation,” he tells me.
“Fuck! I have a feeling I’m gonna rub myself raw until we get the opportunity to be buried inside of her.”
“Thinking you may be right,” he says, throwing the last of the bacon onto a plate. We set the table and get to listen to a live porn show. I know there’s no way I’m standing from this chair until she’s finished eating.
Hannah
Stepping out of the shower, I can’t help but feel the loss of the heat on my muscles. Nothing has ever felt as good on my skin and achy back as that shower did. I’m not gonna lie, I used the shower head, and thoughts of two delicious hotties, to get myself off in there. After the verbal foreplay with them earlier, I was panting with need of a release. Even though I’m a virgin, I still have needs and have learned to take care of them myself. Whoever said a woman needed a man to feel ecstasy was a liar. I’ve been able to get myself off on my own for quite a while now and haven’t needed anyone else to help out in that department.
I rub lotion on my body, apply my deodorant and decide to wait to brush my teeth until after I eat breakfast, the likes of which I can smell like a hound dog. My sense of smell has my tummy rumbling in hunger. I quickly put my clothes on and make my way out of the door. I head for my room so I can put my dirty clothes up and see a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I go over and pick them up off my pillow and breathe in the perfume they’re putting off. I excitedly grab them wanting to get them in some water. I walk into the kitchen and stop in my tracks when I notice two sets of eyes look up at me. They both have wide eyes and I wonder what it is that has got them looking at me this way.
Bandit clears his throat. “Have a nice shower?” he asks, and I immediately blush.
“I did, thank you. Do you have a vase I can put these in?” I ask, indicating the flowers in my hand.
“I’m sure we have something you can use,” Smokey says, “first, come sit and have breakfast.”
I lay them on the counter and go join the guys at the table. “No one has ever got me flowers before, thank you so much, they’re absolutely beautiful.”
“They’re a welcome present,” Smokey says, clearing his throat, because his voice is a little scratchy.
“Are you two okay?”
“Fine.”
“Great.”
“Hmm…” I say, the food starts getting passed around and our plates begin to fill with food. I take a bite from my bacon and the flavor explodes on my tongue. “Oh my God, this is so good,” I moan out. I notice Smokey shift in his seat, then look over at Bandit, who has his eyes crossed.
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?”
“Yep.”
“Positive.”
I’d call them liars but damn, this is the best food I’ve eaten in, well, forever. They must still be suffering the aftereffects of their drinking the night before. Yeah, that’s it. There’s no way they heard me in the shower because, well, it’s just not possible. Or is it?
“So, what are the plans today?”
“Well, we thought we’d give you a tour of the house, since you didn’t see all of it yesterday. Then we’d like to take you to the clubhouse and introduce you to the rest of the members that you didn’t have the opportunity to meet yet. That way you know who you can trust, and you don’t fear them when they walk into the truck stop. Then we need to get you some clothes and shoes and whatever it is you need still. After that, we need to get your paperwork filled out, so you can start work. Before you can start we need to get your drug test. That can be done today as well,” Bandit tells me.
“Wow! That’s a full day of running around,” I reply.
“We’re both free today, so we decided we would escort you around and get things taken care of, so you don’t get lost and get a day to help you get your bearings,” Smokey says.
“I have GPS,” I inform them.
“You may, but there’s been a lot of construction done on these roads and they redirect you to use another route, it’s confusing and we’d like to spend some time with you anyways,” Bandit says.
“What better way to get to know one another than a day filled with being stuck in the car?” Smokey asks, and I have no argument for that. The only question I have is, do I really want to get to know these guys and spend that much time with them?
“Hmm…are you sure you two shouldn’t be working? I’m pretty sure I can find my way to the truck stop, I did spend a couple of weeks living there after all.”
“But…we hav
e other things to do, that you’ll need us with you to accomplish,” Bandit says.
“We could always do the clubhouse thing another day,” I say hopefully. Not sure if I want to be so overwhelmed with so many strangers getting into my business, and if they’re anything like these two, they’ll be all in my shit. Literally! I already had to put up with being felt up by a complete stranger yesterday as it is, how much more invasive can these people get? I have no clue, and I don’t want to find out.
“What’s that look about?” Smokey asks me.
“I’m just thinking,” I say, “I don’t do well with strangers, I’m not sure I’m ready to bring too many people into my life right now,” I tell them honestly.
“Doll, these people will be instrumental in keeping you safe, and having your back. You need to know who they are, and what roles they play,” Smokey tells me.
“Why would they be instrumental?” I ask.
“If anything was to ever happen, and we aren’t around, you’ll have people you can call and count on,” Bandit answers.
“What could possibly happen?”
“Anything could happen,” Smokey replies.
“Your car could break down, you could need a tire changed, you could cross someone who is bigger than you are, kinda like what happened last night,” Bandit says, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Fine,” I huff out, giving in. Because honestly, it would feel good to know I have big, strong, burly men at my beck and call. What woman wouldn’t want to have what they are offering? Protection sounds nice, it’s something I haven’t had much of in my lifetime. It’s something I’ve always longed for when I was hiding from my parents, and my mother and sister’s ‘friends’, that wanted to get their dirty mitts on me. My body shivers at the memories that are suddenly flooding my thoughts.
“You cold?” Bandit asks.
“No, just some bad memories trying to take hold,” I say.
“One day, I hope you’ll trust us enough to share,” Smokey says.
“Maybe?” I shrug my shoulders, even though what I really want to do is tell them everything. Why? I couldn’t tell you, because I make it my mission in life to protect that dark secret that I won’t allow to follow me into my new life.
Chapter Four
Bandit
I look at her, and can’t help but want to wrap her in the safety of my arms. I know she’s been through hell, but honestly, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that she doesn’t ever see a hard day in her life, from here on out. It is my goal in life to see a smile grace her face, each and every day. It’s only been a little under twenty-four hours since I’ve met her, and I already want to know that she’s in my life from this day forward.
“So, about that tour?” she asks, breaking me out of my reverie.
“Sure,” Smokey says, standing up and holding his hand out to help her up from her chair. I stand up next and lay my hand at the small of her back. If he has contact with her, then so will I. I know it makes me sound like a crazy person, but fuck it. She needs to know my touch just as well as she needs to know his. We may look the same, but we are two different people. We have individual feelings, and both would like to have our own times with her without the other around.
“Obviously, you’ve seen the kitchen and laundry room,” Smoke states, pointing around the room and then through the door that leads to our laundry room. “There’s a door off the laundry room that goes into the garage.”
We then lead her into the living room. Our house is an open floor plan, sort of, and the living room is at the center. “We’ve got an informal family room back here,” I tell her, leading her off the side of the kitchen. “This is where we hang and watch TV and shit when we’re actually home.”
“You’re not home much?” she asks us.
“Well, we’re home, but with nothing to come home to, we spend a lot of time at the clubhouse. And with getting the truck stop set up and running, I’ve been kind of busy,” Smokey replies.
She looks at the huge-ass TV we bought and starts giggling. I’m entranced because her laugh is musical.
“What’s so funny?” I ask her, looking at the TV that’s mounted on the wall and then back at her.
“Um…nothing, really. But with a television that size, are you sure you’re not overcompensating for something?” she responds. Overcompensating for what? I wonder. Then it hits me and I react without thinking and pull her close before saying, “Trust me, khaleesi, there’s no need for either of us to overcompensate.”
Her eyes grow wide when Smokey crowds her from the back and I’m pretty sure she’s feeling him hard against her ass because I’m harder than a steel pipe against her front.
“Oh my, is that an indication you’re happy to see me, or are you packing some heat?”
“We’re always packing heat, doll. Just not the kind you’re indicating,” I reply, and I see an immediate blush come across her face. She looks down at the ground and suddenly, I want to know what was going through her mind.
“Doll, please don’t look away. We need to know where your thoughts are leading you. You’re like an open book with your facial expressions,” Smoke tells her.
“Exactly!” she hollers out. Then clamps her hand over her mouth when she realizes what she said. Her reaction causes me to burst into laughter, earning me a death glare. The saying ‘if looks could kill’ was applied here, I’d be flat on my back and sporting the one-hundred-yard death stare.
“Anyhow, we like to chill in here. Let’s show you the rest.” I lead her back out and down the hall on the opposite side of the room she’s staying in and where our rooms are at right now and straight to the other side, where we knocked out two other rooms and made it into a master suite to rival anything out there. Our thoughts were that at some point, we’d find someone and would need the space for three people.
I open the door and gently push her inside. We haven’t decorated or anything. Hell, we don’t even have furniture yet because we recently saw a customized bed that’s like twelve feet across and have one on order. Once again, her eyes are wide as she looks around because we used one of the other rooms and converted it into a walk-in closet with space enough for three peoples’ wardrobes.
The other room was made into a master bathroom with a three-sink vanity, a place for our woman to do that frou-frou shit with make-up, a huge-ass walk-in shower with benches and shower heads everywhere, and a garden tub that’s big enough to fit two grown men and their woman, should the occasion arise. We even went further and put in two smaller ‘closets’ with two urinals and a toilet in one, and a toilet in the other.
Hannah
“Umm…are you two preparing for the apocalypse or something? There’s no way a normal couple would need this much stuff,” I tell them. I’ve never seen anything of this magnitude before. This is a lot of space for one of them, let alone a couple in a relationship.
“What’s going through your mind right now, Hannah?” Bandit asks me.
“This is a lot of space, and that bathroom, I mean shit. I know that y’all are big guys and all, but even if you find yourself a woman, this is too much.”
“Do you know what a polyamorous relationship is?” Smokey asks me.
“I think so,” I respond. “Isn’t it where there’s several women to one man,” my eyes widen at that thought. “Are you looking for a harem?”
“No!” Bandit hollers out, “we had one mother and two fathers growing up,” he tells me. I think about that for a minute and my mouth goes dry. That poor woman, is all I can think. Can you even imagine having to deal with two overgrown boys wrapped in men’s bodies? Hell no, not me, I’ll have a hard enough time dealing with one…these guys are crazy, what would people say? Think? I’ve been down that road and don’t want to walk that path again. No siree, not me.
Then again, my mind taunts me, they’re both hotter than hell and seem to be very caring, if a bit overprotective. And they did come in and calm me after my nightmare last night. I m
ust admit, the feeling I woke with, while being wrapped in their arms, is indescribable.
“Well, I hope you find what you’re looking for,” I tell them. I try to keep the disappointment from my tone because these two seem to have a lock on me when it comes to what I’m thinking or feeling.
“We already have, doll,” Smokey says before pulling back slightly.
“What? You have a woman and brought me here to stay with you? She’s not going to scratch my eyes out or anything is she? I’ve read all about biker women and know how mean they can get when someone messes with their man, or if they believe someone is out to break them up. Nope, not happening, I’m packing my shit. I’m not into the cat fight scenario, thank you very much.”
And now both of them are laughing at me! What the everloving-fuck? Huffing out a breath, I try to pull away from Smokey’s hand. They probably think I’m some kind of a flake, jumping to conclusions and shit, but I read a lot and even if what I’m reading is fiction, there’s always a bit of truth in fiction, right? Not to mention, I don’t want to be a Hannah sandwich, that would definitely make me out to be a laughingstock. I’ve already grown up with the title of trash and slut. Although, if no one ever finds out and we keep this a friends with benefits type relationship I could deal with that. But I’d have to swear these two to a blood oath of secrecy, and let them know that Lorena Bobbitt ain’t got shit on me, if they decide to pull the wool over my eyes, and blab to their friends about it. Things to think about I suppose.
“Doll?” Smokey asks, looking at my face. I’m sure every stinking thought I just had has crossed over my face, and he knows what I’m thinking.
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