Smokey & Bandit: Rebel Guardians MC

by Liberty Parker

  “Ummm…what….what else could we shop for?” I ask nervously, why my nerves are frazzled is anyone’s guess at this point in time.

  “We want to get the stuff you’ll need for your art room,” he replies.

  “But…why?”

  “Because you’re ours to take care of.”

  “Since when?” I ask. I mean, really? We haven’t even known each other two days yet and I’m ‘theirs’ to take care of? Who does that shit? No one I’ve ever met, maybe they need to have their heads checked.

  “Do you two do this for random strangers all the time or something?”

  “You’re the first, doll,” Smokey responds as he helps me into the truck.

  “But why me? I mean…I’m no one special, I’m just…Hannah.”

  “That’s why, Hannah. Because you are unlike anyone we’ve ever met, and we can tell that you’re someone who will be very special to us.”

  “Huh.” Well, that was an intelligent response, Hannah. Maybe my IQ has dropped a few points since these two walked into my life.

  “Yeah, huh,” he teases, leaning over and kissing my head. Guess there’s nothing to do but go with the flow. This kind of freaks me out because I’ve worked so hard to control every aspect of my life but then again, that didn’t exactly work well, so what the hell.

  “So, Hannah,” Bandit begins, “how much do you know about this kind of relationship?” Well, fuck a duck. He looks over at me and I know he can see my blush.

  “Um…not much, actually. I mean, how is it even possible? Two men? One woman?” Yeah, I’m probably showing my complete ignorance here, but it’s not like I watch porn or anything. And none of the books I’ve read have ever talked about this particular scenario.

  “So, earlier when you asked us if we were trying to get a harem together, well we aren’t. Just to clarify that right off the bat, but we are looking for one woman to spend the rest of our lives with. We grew up with two fathers and one mother. It’s what we know and what we’re comfortable with. We knew from a young age that that’s the lifestyle we wanted to pursue.”

  “And again, how does that work? I mean, is it always all three of you at the same time?” The thought has me freaking out a little bit and yet, I find myself turned on as well. I mean, two men kissing and touching me sounds rather divine, but what do I do?

  “You’re doing it again, doll. Get out of your head,” Smokey says.

  “And just to clarify the question of will it always be the three of us, no. Not all the time, there’ll be times one of us wants quality time with you…alone. Don’t get me wrong, there will be plenty of instances that it will definitely be the three of us, and trust me, when it happens you’ll enjoy it more than you ever thought possible. But we’re both stingy bastards, and we’re demanding, and we’ll want you all to ourselves at some point.”

  “Okay….” I know my response is drawn out because now I’m intrigued. They’re identical in looks but are they identical…everywhere? I take a second to peruse both of their ‘packages’ and thoughts begin to swarm in my head.

  “To answer the question I can see on your face, not exactly,” Bandit states.

  “You have no clue what I’m thinking right now,” I say. There’s no way he can know. Right?

  “If you really want to see, we can whip them out right now so you can see the difference,” Bandit says. The cheeky bastard! How dare he say that to me.

  “Not going to jail on a public indecency charge, asshole,” Smokey replies.

  “There’s a park right around the corner, or we can use the bathroom at the truck stop,” he says winking my way. Did it suddenly get hot in here, or is it just me?

  “I’m good,” I hastily reply. “So… what does ‘not exactly’ mean?” I question Bandit.

  They share a look and then Bandit says, “We’ve got…ah…piercings, khaleesi, only we each have different ones. Wanted to be able to give our woman unique pleasure and having the same ones wouldn’t have done it.” Piercings? What the hell? Seeing the look on my face, both men burst into laughter. They sure laugh a lot and it makes me feel something inside that I can’t explain. There wasn’t much laughter going on in my household, that’s for sure. Screaming and yelling? On the daily. Fists and threats? Again, could write a book on how regular that part was. That’s what I don’t want to share with them. How many times I went to the hospital after ‘falling’ to get a bone set. Who wants to know that shit? It’s depressing to think about or talk about, and that’s a road I don’t want to travel down. Then again, when they see the scars on my ass, I’m sure I’ll have questions galore. My dad didn’t discriminate with his belt and I got it as much if not more than anyone who was in his way. I’ve made my peace with my past and can only hope that them checking into my family won’t cause those ghosts to show up.

  Smokey

  I know she’s hiding something but we’ll eventually get it out of her. Right now, it’s about her and making sure she has everything to acclimate herself into our lives. After we finished the paperwork at the truck stop, we went right down to the clinic and had her drug test done. While she was otherwise occupied, both Bandit and myself got tested as well. No way we wanna use condoms except for certain situations. We should have the results of the drug test in the next day or two, while our tests will take a week. That way she can begin her training and start earning her own money. We’re now headed to the craft store and I see her eyes light up as we pull in. Yeah, I like putting that sparkle there and can’t wait until it’s because we’ve worn her body out and she’s beyond sated and satisfied. She’s definitely our type, with curves, and those thick thighs, that have me discreetly adjusting myself, when I think of how they’ll look wrapped around my head or my hips. Speaking of, I have this driving need to taste her on my lips again, I wonder if we’ll get rewarded for today? I truly hope so, because I want my reward to be my lips attached to hers and our tongues dueling for dominance. Once Bandit has parked, I help her out, letting her slide down my body. I see the little shiver and grin. Leaning in, I say, “Gotta kiss you, Hannah.” Her face turning up to me has me leaning in and pulling her close. I don’t go in for ‘the kill’ so to speak, instead, I give her a sweet, but hot kiss, that has her breathless by the time I pull away.

  She glances over at Bandit and he grins and says, “My turn now, khaleesi.” She’s a bit shyer when it comes to us in public, but she still walks over to him and he bends down and kisses her. I hear some murmurings in the background and look around and catch an older woman giving us a dirty look. I smile and wave at her because it’s none of her fucking business. But I’m proud as fuck, when Hannah notices, and instead of shying away, she faces the lady head on, and returns her own version of the lady’s stink eye.

  “C’mon, doll, we’ve got stuff to buy,” I finally say, grabbing one of her hands. I find that I like having my fingers laced in hers where I’ve never really cared to hold hands before. Her hand fits just right in ours and yeah, I say ours because we’re literally identical. The only difference, aside from our piercings, is our fingerprints. Drove our parents nuts. We played tricks on the family and our teachers on a regular basis, which is when we got ‘dubbed’ the class clowns. I prefer the term class terrors instead, because honestly that’s what we were back then.

  Who knew an artist needed so much shit? Sure as hell not me. But as I push the full cart around and Bandit pushes the second cart around, I can’t keep the grin off my face. She’s in her element in here and has spent countless minutes talking to one of the clerks about the merits of one brand over another. Finally deciding, I say, “Whichever one you want, doll. Doesn’t matter. If it’s one you wanna try, that’s fine, get both.” Her look of astonishment on her face has me smirking. Yeah, if things were further along with us, we’d be getting lucky, I’m sure.

  “It’s an awful lot, Smokey,” she softly says, looking at the two carts. One is piled high with the canvases and sketch pads she found, along with more pens than I can remembe
r the name of, as well as paints and pencils. We found an easel and it’s waiting up front because it was too big for the cart. Good thing we’ve got a big-ass truck. And thank goodness, we had the foresight not to ride the bikes today.

  “If it’s what you need, then it’s not,” I tell her. I’ve been watching what she looks at and when I see her glance once again at a set of inks, I grab them and toss them into the cart. Her gasp has me leaning over and kissing her temple. “Hannah, whatever you need, remember?” She stomps her foot and tries to glare at me, but my grin grows bigger as she loses the fight and starts giggling. “What’s so funny?”

  “I feel like it’s Christmas only neither of you look like the Santa I remember,” she states.

  “I got your Santa right here,” Bandit replies, cupping himself. I smack him upside the head because now the poor clerk is red in the face.

  “Ignore him, our mom dropped him on his head one too many times,” I say.

  We finally wrap things up and check out. Hannah’s mouth drops at the total and I have Bandit hurry up and rush her out to the truck before she has the chance to return any of the items. I mean hell, we just spent two damn hours in here going through things, I’m not going to let the time be wasted because of her pride.

  Hannah

  After the craft store, we hit the local department store and let me tell you, those men can shop! I’ve got outfits for everything, and I do mean everything. Hell, I’ve even got lingerie, something I’ve never bought for myself. Ever! They overrode my protests and had the clerk finding outfits and shit. Not sure if she gets commission on her sales, but if she does, she made bank for the month, that’s for sure. And they even bought me shoes to match every outfit they insisted they liked on me. Then they took me to a local Italian restaurant and when I mentioned how good it was, they said they’d be taking me to the Barn House soon. No clue what that is, but whatever they want, I’m game. “Go ahead and unlock the door, doll. We’re getting the prospects over to help unload.” Huh, so that’s what the prospects are for, general gophers. Nodding my head, I go to the front door and unlock it. When the door is open I just stop, my jaw hitting the floor.

  “What’s wrong?” Bandit asks, coming up beside me.

  “I… uh…holy shit, look at this mess!” I cry out. Apparently, Duckie got bored which is never a good thing because I am looking at what must be every roll of toilet paper strewn throughout the foyer and living room. Some of it is shredded like confetti, but other pieces, and I do mean pieces, are hanging everywhere. Both men start laughing as I try to follow the trail of paper. When I reach the end, my giggles join their laughter. Duckie and Jester are curled up in the kitchen, with Jester wrapped up in toilet paper, resembling a mummy, and Duckie is laying between his paws. Both of them are passed out which means they were hard at work.

  “I didn’t realize a roll went that far,” Bandit chokes out.

  “Huh, wonder who started the toilet paper war?” Smokey mutters out.

  “Probably Duckie if I’m being honest. I used to have to keep my bathroom door closed because otherwise, I’d come home from work and find my bathroom redecorated.”

  “We need a cat tree or two,” Bandit states, starting to clean up the mess.

  “I’ve got it,” I tell him. I don’t want him upset with my boy, he’s still just a kitten.

  “We’ll do it together.”

  Within minutes, we have their mess cleaned up, just in time for the prospects to arrive and start bringing in all the bags. Holy shit, we may have gone a little bit crazy.

  “Do you want help putting anything away?” Smokey asks as he carries the last bag into my room.

  “No, I’m good. Most of it has to be washed before I can wear it anyway.”

  “Why?”

  “Uh, because I don’t know who may have worn it before?”

  “It’s brand fucking new! No one better have worn those things before.”

  “People try shit on, Smokey,” I tell him. “What about my craft things? Where are they going to go?”

  “Bandit put your art stuff out in the sunroom off the back of the family room.” Sunroom? How did I miss that during our tour?

  “Okay. What now?” I mean, it’s early and all and I’m not feeling like I need to go to bed.

  “How about a movie?” he asks. “Get comfortable and we’ll find something to watch.”

  “Not a comedy please, I’ve had enough of that for one day,” I call out. I mean these two are the original Laurel and Hardy.

  “Ah, a smartass, just our kind of woman,” Bandit responds, nearly scaring the shit out of me. These two can be quiet as hell when they wanna be, that’s for sure. They have ninja skills that I’m jealous of and desperately want to learn.

  “How about an action and adventure movie then?”

  “Now that I can do, can you make sure it’s got some hot men removing their shirts? Nothing is better than fantasizing about a man and his six pack,” I reply cheekily, wanting to see how they’ll respond.

  “Honey, if it’s six packs you want to see, all you have to do is ask and we’ll remove our shirts during the movie,” Smokey says, ripping his shirt over his head. I fan my face when it heats up from looking at his body. Bandit, not letting Smokey outdo him, removes his shirt as well, and suddenly I feel the walls closing in on me.

  “Oh my,” I say, using my hand to get some air flow moving.

  “What’s the matter, doll? Are you a little warm?” Smokey asks.

  “Warm? No I’m not warm, I’m burning up!” And my panties may be a little wet as well, but we won’t tell them that bit of information. Although knowing them, they’re well aware of the effect they’re having on me.

  “Just you wait,” Bandit murmurs. I’m not sure I was supposed to hear him, but it seems like all of my senses are hyper-sensitive when these two are around.

  Bandit

  Somehow, she ended up curled against us watching the movie and is now asleep. My arm is dead, and I’m concerned an amputation may be needed, but I can’t make myself move her. The feel of her against me is like something I’ve never experienced before. Now I understand what my fathers meant when they said nothing was more important than the feeling of our mother in their arms. It’s the first and only thing I think I’ve ever agreed with them on.

  “Think we should put her to bed?” Smoke asks me.

  “Yeah, it’s probably a good idea,” I respond.

  “Can’t wait until it’s the three of us going to bed together, but I guess we have to wait for that,” he says before carefully scooping her up into his arms.

  “Soon, brother,” I tell him, picking up the mess and taking it into the kitchen while he transports her to bed. It was a long day and both of us have a lot to think about because she’s far more innocent than any woman we’ve ever been with. I let Jester out one more time and turn out all the lights and double check the doors. I’m ready to call it a night, as I walk down the hallway, I check in on Hannah and hold back a laugh when I see Duckie curled up at her head, sharing her pillow. Jester nearly knocks me off my feet in his rush to get into the room.

  “I wasn’t going to lock you out of the room, boy.”

  He gives me a look that says he doesn’t believe a word I just said. I pat him on the head and make my way to my own room. I take off my boots, socks, jeans and shirt and crawl into the bed in my birthday suit. I don’t have to worry about removing boxers because I’m usually commando anyways.

  Chapter Seven

  Smokey

  It’s been a couple of weeks since Hannah started working at the truck stop. I’ve been there for every shift she’s worked. There have been no further attempts to attack her. To be on the safe side, Axe is keeping a close eye on her family, especially her brother. At home, we’ve been learning more about one another, well, more about her than each other of course, since we already know all there is to know. I’ve taken more cold showers and rubbed one out than any man should be forced to do. Although I’m p
retty sure Bandit’s in the same position as I am, but I have no desire to ask him about it. There is such a thing as oversharing between brothers after all. Hannah is settling in and seems to be adjusting to the touches and kisses we each give her whenever we’re around. I know she’s still hesitant to go further and it’s driving me crazy wondering what more we can, or have to do, to break down that wall. The custom bed was delivered last week and the look on her face has me grinning as I stock the cooler. Her face was so red, it looked as if she had gotten sunburned. Of course, us being us, we pushed the issue and have been slowly moving our things in there. Hers too. Thinking about it, maybe just sleeping in the same bed for a while will help. It might kill us, but if it helps her out, then it’ll be worth it in the long run. Something to run by Bandit.

  “Smokey?” I hear her beautiful voice call my name.

  “What’s up, doll?” I ask her.

  “Um…so the diner is slow, and Chef told me to come ask you if you could use some help stocking or something?” she says, it comes off more of a question a statement.

  “Sure, the snacks need to be replenished, and the floors need sweeping, pick your position.”

  “Stocking, definitely stocking. I hate sweeping.” I nearly laugh, because we all hate sweeping. Maybe I should check our finances and see if we could add a janitor to our employment roster. Actually, that’s not a bad idea because they could handle the diner as well.

  “Then I’ll get Jaxson to do it.” He’s been coming in and helping out a lot. Seems that all of our prospects have started stepping up more with each of the businesses. May be time to ask Axe if they’re ready to become full-fledged members.

  She brushes by me on her way to grab the new stock and I reach out and pull her close, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Been thinking, doll,” I say.

  “About?”

  “You, me, Bandit. Y’know…us.”

  “You know, y’all don’t play fair. It’s getting harder and harder to resist the two of you.”