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Smokey & Bandit: Rebel Guardians MC

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by Liberty Parker


  “Yeah?”

  “Care to share?” Do I? No, I don’t think I do.

  “I’m just wondering who your woman is?”

  “Do you need a mirror?” Bandit asks.

  Huh? What the fuck? Why would I need a mirror? “Wait, what? What are you talking about?” I ask.

  “Because if you had a mirror, you’d be able to see who she is.” And like a true blonde, the lightbulb goes off in my brain, and I have an anxiety attack approaching.

  “Breathe, doll,” Smokey murmurs near my ear. Breathe? Yeah, like that’s gonna happen. Still, his voice is calming and I find myself listening to him as he talks me through the attack. Fuck, I haven’t had one of those in what…three or four days? We breathe in and out and the little fluttering of lights slowly start to dissipate.

  “You two don’t even know me! How can you make that kind of decision when we’ve just met one another? What if I leave the cap off the toothpaste or hog the covers or…or…fuck, I don’t know. I could have warts covering my legs or a third nipple.” Okay, now my imagination has taken hold and I find myself spewing shit that has even me groaning inside. These two though? They’re laughing so hard they’re bent over double, holding their stomachs. Bandit keeps slapping his leg and looking at me before he goes off again. I didn’t think what I said was that fucking funny, though. These are valid concerns.

  “That’s why we’re not jumping into anything headfirst. We need to take the time and get to know one another better first. But, Hannah, don’t think you’ll be running from us, because we will find you and bring you back.”

  “And what? Drag me back by my hair like a true caveman would? Please, I’d cut your balls off!” They both look at me and I see the blood drain from their faces. They both cup themselves and now I’m the one laughing like a loon.

  “Don’t threaten a man’s balls, doll. It’s rude,” Smokey says with a straight face.

  “I think I need a minute,” Bandit says dramatically. He walks out of the room, but I can still hear him laughing. He’s not taking me seriously here.

  “Your balls really will be in jeopardy if you try that macho man crap with me,” I say to Smokey, with a straight face.

  “Not funny, doll,” he growls out. But then he does something I’m in no way prepared for or ready for at this stage of the game. He walks up to me, grabs me by the nape of my neck. His hands travel to my hair that is attached there and pulls back. My head leans back with the action, since I like my hair where it is and all. Then… then he slams his lips down on mine and I gasp at the surprise of his action. When my mouth opens with said gasp, he shoves his tongue inside. My initial reaction is to bite down, but then tingles begin to grow in my stomach and I kiss him back. Oh my God! This man can kiss, wonder what else he can do with that tongue? Bad Hannah! No, you can’t let this happen, I scold myself. But then he does some sorta swivel thing with his hips and his hard dick hits me right on my clit and I forget that I’m supposed to be ending this…instead I join him and get lost in the sensation that is overtaking me. Then, I feel breath on the back of my neck, it’s hot, and tiny kisses begin at my shoulder, and make their way up to my ear. Then, Bandit, I presume…God I hope! Begins nipping, and licking, and my legs nearly give out from underneath me. It’s official, I’m a slut. Because all I can think about is centered around the two men who are kissing me to distraction. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t realize that Smokey has broken off our kiss and turned me in his arms so that Bandit can kiss me. Fuck my life. These men obviously went to some kind of school or some shit because Bandit’s kiss, while different than Smokey’s, is just as intoxicating. I’m under some sort of spell, that has to be it, because all I want to do is throw them down on the floor, and have my dirty way with them. Granted I may not know what to do exactly, but I’ve read enough and know the mechanics of sex thanks to pornhub.

  “That enough to clue you in, doll?” Smokey asks, his voice husky as he presses into my back.

  “Um…yeah?” Fuck, I know it came out as a question, but my senses are overstepping my brain.

  “Alrighty, then, let’s continue the tour,” Bandit states. “We’ve ordered a custom-sized bed for this room that will be big enough for three, as well as for those times when kids wanna climb up and watch a movie.” Wait…kids? Jesus, I think I did hit my head yesterday. “Of course, those won’t come for a while,” he continues, leading me back out of the master house….er, bedroom…and down to the other end of the hallway where I’m staying. They show me a half-bath in the hallway, then each of the other four rooms that are there. How many damn kids are they planning on having anyways? You can tell that their rooms are temporary because they aren’t really decorated or anything. “Once we’ve moved forward with us…and trust me, doll, it’s gonna happen, we’ll redo these rooms as guest rooms unless you want a room for crafts or shit.”

  “I like to draw,” I quietly say.

  “Then we’ll make sure one of the rooms is set up so you can do that, okay?” he asks. “Now, let’s see what the animals have gotten into. We’re heading down the hall when I hear a noise from my room.

  “Wait…it sounds like they’re in my room,” I tell them, breaking away and going in. I follow the noise until I get into the bathroom, where I see both Jester and Duckie hanging out in the bathtub. “What the hell?” I ask, giggles bursting forth. Jester is standing there while Duckie inspects the tub, knocking shit down. “Boys, what’re y’all doing?” I ask as I walk towards the tub. Jester gives me a doggy grin while wagging his tail and Duckie…well, Duckie is now busy chasing his own tail.

  “Jester, out!” Bandit commands. I can hear the laughter in his voice, but Jester reacts to his request and leans down, picking Duckie up gently with his mouth, he hops out of the tub then proceeds to walk right by the three of us, Duckie happily purring. “You’re stuck with us, khaleesi,” Bandit states. “Those two aren’t gonna be separated.”

  “Like I said, there’s a lot we don’t know about one another. What if we don’t even like each other?”

  “Well, I like Smokey and he likes me, so it’s really just you that has to get with the program,” Bandit states. Alphahole!

  “Of course you two like each other! You shared a damn womb!” I holler out, “I wasn’t part of that bonding time, so excuse me if I need to step back and see how things progress.”

  “I don’t always like you, man,” Smokey states. “Like, when you drink the last of the beer and don’t refill the fucking fridge, then I’m wondering why I didn’t eat you in utero.”

  “That’s okay, little brother, I only tolerate you sometimes because our mother told me I had to.”

  “Three minutes, asshole! That’s not enough time for you to throw the big brother card out at me!”

  “Sure it is, I was born first and you invaded my territory.”

  “Y’all are crazy,” I reply. It’s definite now…I’ve fallen into a parallel universe and this is my…punishment? Reward? Fuck if I know. Maybe when we get to the clubhouse, I can see if that woman, DJ, can take me and make sure I’m not suffering some sort of traumatic brain injury. It’s the only plausible thing I can think of that has me wanting to stay in this crazy place.

  “Why don’t you go to work, big brother, and allow me to take our girl to the clubhouse and introduce her to the others.”

  “Not happening, you little shit,” and I swear, these two are about to brawl. I need to stop this. Unless they take their shirts off, then it’s every man for himself.

  “Y’all hide your crazy for a bit, okay? I didn’t think anyone was working today anyhow,” I state.

  Chapter Five

  Smokey

  When we get done acting like a bunch of two-year-olds, Hannah ushers us out of the house. It looks like our ploy worked, I wink at Bandit to let him know she fell for our shit…hook, line and sinker. My brother and I have never fought a day in our lives, we’ve had each other’s backs since the day we were born. But we knew we’d have
to pull some drastic strings to get her onboard with leaving the house and meeting our brothers. We’ll bide our time when it comes to making her ours because she’s so hesitant, although that kiss will go down in the record books. Jeez, looks like cold showers for a while. Fuck my life. My dick is already wanting to hide from the rawness that will be inflicted on him from having to rub one off for myself. He doesn’t seem to want anyone but her, not even me. Something else to do, Bandit and I need to get tested so we don’t have to use protection for long, at least not in what I’m sure will be a hotter than hell pussy. Fuck. Thinking of her like that has me adjusting my dick and the slap against the back of my head, Three Stooges style, has me shooting a glare at Bandit. “Knock it off, asshole,” he mutters at me as we follow Hannah to our truck. She can’t get in by herself because it’s a big truck made for us, so to speak.

  “Where’s the ladder to this thing?” she asks us, and I smile at the knowledge that it will be one of us hoisting her up while holding onto that glorious ass of hers. Damn, I hope she gets with the program sooner rather than later!

  “We got you, doll,” I tell her, opening up the passenger door and lifting her before she can say a word. “Scoot over and sit in the middle.” She rolls her eyes at me and suddenly, I can imagine bending her over my knee and spanking her. Her ass would look superb with my hand print attached.

  Once she’s in, I jump in next to her. It’s Bandit’s turn to drive today. We generally take our bikes but since she’s here, until we get her used to riding and can alternate with her on the back of our bikes, we’ll take the truck. Plus, this way, she has no choice but to hold a conversation with us.

  Or maybe not. She didn’t say a word on the way to the clubhouse, despite both of our attempts. She doesn’t look pissed off, but she’s definitely closed herself off to us and I’m worried we went too far. “You okay, doll?” I ask, leaning in toward her.

  She looks at me before saying, “Mmmhmmm. Why?”

  “You’ve been quiet.”

  “Just thinking. It’s a lot of changes in a short bit of time is all,” she replies.

  “But it’s a good change, khaleesi,” Bandit says to her.

  “That remains to be seen,” she retorts. Damn, her sassy mouth makes me hard. Hell, who am I kidding, the whole fucking package that is her makes me hard. Something I think will happen until I draw my last breath if I’m being honest.

  “If you want to see, doll, we’ll show you,” I say, cheekily. She looks over at me and the look on her face is one of stunned shock. “I promise you’ll like what you see,” and this time she slaps my thigh, just a little too close to the promised land. My hips raise of their own accord and she looks up at me and is a little turned on by the action, if her face is telling me right. So fucking expressive!

  “Are you this expressive in the bedroom?” I whisper in her ear and smile when she shivers. I see goosebumps run up her arms, and I want to brush my hand down the length, and see what the rise of her skin feels like on my own.

  “I…I don’t know,” she whispers back, almost to herself. Her words cause me to sit back in shock. Surely in this day and age she’s not still a virgin, is she? The look she gives me has me holding my next comment back because it’s a combination of shame and embarrassment. I think I sense a little fear in there as well. Fuck that, our woman will never feel those around us. Ever.

  “We’ll find out when it’s time, okay?” I respond, tucking a curl behind her ear. I’m about to say something else when I notice that Bandit has pulled into the clubhouse and parked. He hasn’t said anything, but I know he heard every word judging from the look he gives me. I nod just enough to let him know that we’re really going to have to proceed with caution.

  “Sure,” she whispers. I lean over and kiss her on her jaw, I make it quick but sweet. I see Bandit reach over and squeeze her hand with his own, and she sends a shy smile his way.

  “Okay, let’s go introduce you to the best group of people we know,” I tell her, opening my door. Bandit, however, is quicker, and he gets her out on his side, which is fine. She needs to get used to both of our touches.

  Bandit

  When I wrap my arms around her waist to help her out of the truck, I feel a full body shiver coming from her and I want to feel that shiver while she’s between Smoke and myself. One day, I tell myself, one day it will be reality. I won’t accept anything less than making her ours.

  “Look what the wind blew in,” a voice calls from the doorway and I internally groan. DJ should have been at work, for fuck’s sake. My face must have communicated that thought because she continues, “already done with work and hanging here because apparently, you guys have church. Give her here, we won’t hurt her.”

  “You better not,” I all but growl out. Sometimes, I wonder how in the hell Hatch survives her, but then again, they’re made for one another as far as I’m concerned and since she doesn’t have to live with us, it’s all good.

  “Why didn’t we know about church?” Smoke asks me. I shrug my shoulders because how the fuck would I know, I’ve been with him.

  “Because neither one of you dipshits answered your phones,” Chief says, coming up behind us.

  I jump like a little bitch and scowl at him for making me look like a pussy in front of my woman. But her giggles have me stopping from putting my fist down his throat.

  “The fuck man,” I say to him.

  Smokey checks his phone and sees several missed texts. “Sorry, Chief, we uh…overindulged last night and then were showing Hannah around the house. Never saw ‘em.”

  “Might wanna have a better excuse than that when Axe asks about it,” Hatch says. Damn, the brothers are coming out of the woodwork today, I wonder what the fuck has happened to cause this emergency meeting taking place.

  “Well, we’re here on time, so it shouldn’t matter,” I mutter.

  “We were supposed to start thirty minutes ago,” Axe states, coming to stand next to Hatch, his arms crossed over his chest. Fuck. He doesn’t pull his president look or voice out that often, but today, he’s got it going on in spades.

  “But you love us anyways, don’cha, prez?” Smokey asks.

  “That’s debatable,” he answers, and I clutch my fist to my chest in my mock outrage.

  “After all we’ve been through…done for the club…and this is how we get treated?” I ask.

  Axe cracks a grin and before long, we’re all laughing. “C’mon, y’all. The rest of the old ladies are inside and Mom is working on some food. We’ve got a lot to cover.”

  With that, we head inside, dropping Hannah off with Cara and DJ and Nan. When I ask where Paisley is, Twisted advises she has Tig at the doctor’s for possible flu, and if it’s positive, she won’t be coming by, she’ll just go home.

  Once we make it into church and the meeting begins I am immediately attuned to what the topic of conversation is. Usually I’m in my own little world during these meetings, but Axe’s question has me intrigued.

  “What all do you know about Hannah’s family?”

  “Not much, why?” Smokey asks him.

  “When the man who attacked Hannah was questioned, he stated that her family, mother in particular, hired him into scaring her back home. This brings about many questions, but the main one is why? Why would they want her back bad enough to send someone after her?”

  “No clue, man. She’s been a bit close-mouthed about them, to be honest. I know this isn’t normal for us, but we need answers. Should we bring her in and ask?”

  “I wanted to speak with the both of you before we went that route, but I’m not sure there’s another alternative,” Axe says.

  “Well, we’re planning to claim her at some point,” I tell him. May as well get that out there so the few single brothers remaining don’t think she’s fair game. “Let me go get her.”

  I step out of the room and head toward the kitchen where I can hear the women cackling over something. Walking in, I see DJ and Hannah with their heads toge
ther and immediately know, based on the blush on her face, that whatever they’re talking about must be good. “Hannah? Axe needs to ask you a few questions, khaleesi,” I tell her.

  “Me? Why?”

  DJ gives me a look that would have me shaking in my boots if I didn’t know that deep inside, she’s a creampuff. She can be a badass and we’ve all seen it, but around the women and kids, total creampuff. Well, a creampuff on steroids, that is. She’s one mama bear that I’d never want to poke, that’s for sure.

  “C’mon, Hannah, everything’s gonna be okay, I promise,” I say to her extending my hand.

  “Let’s get it over with then,” Hannah says. I can see the dejected look on her face and figure that she’s thinking Axe will give her the boot, but that’s far from the case here. We need to know what the hell is going on with her family so we can be sure she’s safe. We may be a legit club, but nobody fucks with our women or kids. Ever.

  Hannah

  Bandit walks me into the room that they’re meeting in and promptly sits me between him and Smokey. Suddenly, I don’t feel as fearful, no matter what comes out of Braxton’s mouth. “Hannah?” he asks me, and I can hear the power in his voice. Doing my best not to cringe, I nod.

  “You’re not in trouble or anything, but we got some information from the man who assaulted you yesterday. Any reason why your family would want you back home?” Axe asks.

  “Jesus, Axe. A little blunt there, why don’t you just rip the band-aid off?” Smokey growls out, his protectiveness coming out a little fiercer than I could’ve anticipated.

  “Don’t forget who you’re speaking to,” he says, in his authoritative voice.

  I feel like I’m going to have to play referee for the second time in one day. “Guys, can we put the testosterone on hold until I can understand what’s going on,” I cry, and I wipe the corner of my eyes. I’m not really crying, but as a woman I know that a tear will cause men to backpedal and forget all about their arguments.

 

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