Smokey & Bandit: Rebel Guardians MC

by Liberty Parker

  “Oh yeah?” I ask, my curiosity now roused. Along with another body part. Then again, it’s usually at half-mast whenever she’s nearby anyhow. “How so?”

  “Let’s see…running around the house shirtless in boxers ring any bells?”

  “We’re not running around!” I state, working hard to keep the grin from my face. When we’re at home, we like to be…comfortable.

  “No, you’re sprawled out on the couches in the family room, dammit!” She doesn’t add that our boxers are more often in a tented state than not. When she’s around, we both seem to stay in a state of arousal, I mean who could blame us? She’s sexy and doesn’t even know it, which is more appealing than if she was prancing around in a g-string and bra. Then again, if she was doing that, we would have already pounced and the cold showers would be a thing of the past. Maybe she needs to talk with the girls? Hmm…no, that wouldn’t work because those women would lord it over us forever times infinity.

  “We like being comfortable, doll, and if we can’t be in our own home, we’re doing something wrong,” I reply, picking up the heavier of the two boxes she was trying to carry.

  “Just remember, Smokey. Turnabout is fair play in the game of love and war.” The little minx! Damn, she’s coming out of her shell around us and I’m loving every single second of it.

  “Once I’m done, you good if I clock out? The other women wanna get together for Mexican and some drinks.”

  “Drinks, huh?” My mind is at play here, I can’t wait to experience a tipsy Hannah.

  “Yeah, y’all are good to find your own food, right?”

  “Been feeding myself for a long time, doll, think I can handle one night,” I tease her, a smirk on my lips.

  She huffs out a breath in exasperation before saying, “Whatever. I’ll see y’all when I see y’all.”

  Before she can get too far, I pull her into my arms again and reply, “Not before kissing me, doll.” Yeah, I’m a bastard, never claimed not to be, and I want my imprint on her before she gets around those nattering hens and their so-called advice that I’m sure they’re gonna dish out.

  “Damn, you sure know how to kiss,” she mumbles. And I don’t think she meant to say that out loud if the look on her face is any indication. She’s as red as a cherry tomato that’s freshly grown.

  “Let us know if you need a ride home, doll. One of us will come pick you up. In fact, plan on that, yeah?”

  “DJ says that a prospect will be driving us there and home. We’re meeting at the clubhouse and leaving from there. I think I’ll be taken care of, you two relax and hang out with the guys.”

  “We’ll see you when you get home, doll. Be careful, okay? You got enough money?” She rolls her eyes at me as I open my wallet, but I know the other old ladies have their old men taking care of them and even though she’s not our old lady…yet…we’re still taking care of her. I hand her a bunch of bills and when she’s reluctant to take them from me, I tuck them in her front pocket. Oh, so close to nirvana I can almost taste it. Well, not yet, but a guy can dream, right?

  Hannah

  I’m still a little bit uncomfortable around the women but I think it’s more because I’ve never had close girlfriends before. They’ve all been great and even though I’m the youngest of us all, they don’t treat me like a child. “So, how’s it going with the terrible twosome?” DJ asks.

  “What do you mean?”

  She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I burst into laughter. “Um…nothing’s happened yet,” I finally admit, once I’ve looked around and made sure there are no men in earshot.

  “What’cha waiting for?” DJ asks me.

  “Well…um…I haven’t been with one guy yet, let alone two,” I say, sucking on my straw. Damn, this margarita is the shit! I’ve never been a fan of watermelon flavored anything before, but this is changing my mind.

  “You’re a virgin?” Trinity asks me. I nod for the answer since I can’t seem to remove my lips from devouring this delectably flavored drink. I wonder what they put in it to make it so enticing? “I was a virgin too when Turk and I got together.” My eyes widen at her confession.

  “Really?” I ask.

  “Don’t look so shocked,” she says, laughing.

  “Were you nervous? You know, the first time?”

  “Extremely, but it was so worth it,” she says, getting a dreamy look on her face.

  “Don’t be so shy about it, chickadee, we were all virgins at one time or another,” DJ states.

  It’s gotta be the alcohol in me because I find myself saying, “But they’re pierced!”

  “They aren’t the only ones,” I hear muttered from one of them, but I don’t look up, because honestly, I don’t want that visualization stuck in my head the next time I run across that particular man.

  “Won’t it…y’know…hurt?” I ask the group at large. I need this talk, though. It’s not like my mother ever told me anything.

  “Depends, to be honest,” DJ states, switching her glass for another flavor. I wonder what she’s drinking?

  “What’s that one?” I ask her, distracted.

  “Blackberry and, girl, it’s the shit! Okay, so, you may have to take the bull by the horns if you’re ready to get it on with them. Have you ever used toys?” DJ asks, passing her drink over for me to try.

  I’m grateful as fuck that I just swallowed my drink because I’m sure that Trinity would hate having purple all over her pretty white tank top. “Um…no?” I know my statement sounds more like a question but all I’ve ever used was my own hand and that awesome as fuck shower head that’s in my bathroom at the house.

  “Well, and keep in mind it’s because of research I’ve done, but you’re gonna probably have to get them to get you some and get you ready.”

  “Ready? Ready for what, for fuck’s sake?”

  “Y’know, to take you at the same time.” Okay, I’ve obviously had too much tequila.

  “Th… the same time?” I all but slur my words out.

  “Yep,” she replies, popping the ‘P’ as she sips her drink. Bitch. Then again, I want to be her when I grow up because she’s got her shit going on and it shows.

  “Hmm, I don’t know if I can handle it.”

  “Well, from my research, it’s hot as fuck and the woman gets all the feels.”

  “The hardest part of it all will be psychological. You can’t let the stigma of that kind of relationship get into your head. You need to feel with your heart and fuck what anyone else thinks,” DJ says.

  “Do you think they’re ready? I’m scared as fuck, if I’m being honest with y’all.” Fucking alcohol.

  “I think they’ve been ready since they met you,” Cara states. Hmm, maybe I wanna be her when I grow up.

  “You’d be better off being like her,” DJ says, pointing at Trinity. “She’s got her shit together and everything.”

  “Did I say that out loud?” I ask.

  “Yes you did. So, you gonna jump them boys or what?” DJ asks.

  “I don’t know! I mean, they’re hot as fuck and always lazing around the house in just their boxers!”

  “Why don’t you guys do a little foreplay before you jump right into the fucking?” I nearly spit my drink out when DJ says that. She’s so blunt and holds nothing back.

  The waitress comes by and brings us two more pitchers and some more chips with salsa, guacamole and queso. I need to absorb some of this tequila, so I start munching away as I listen.

  “Uh, foreplay?”

  “Honey, didn’t anyone ever tell you what’s supposed to happen?” Trinity asks, grabbing some guac on a chip.

  “Um, no, not really. I mean, I learned about my period from health class. And of course, the basics about reproduction. But with my sister and mother and how they were, I decided I would stay away from sex.”

  “Are you on the pill?” Cara asks, dipping into the queso.

  “Yeah, hard periods meant I had to do something. Kinda funny that I’ve been on birth control
for years and never had the need for it, y’know?”

  “Well, foreplay is a lot of fun. Just tell them you’re not too sure how far you wanna go and let them show you,” Trinity states.

  Looking around to make sure we’re not heard, I say, “But…what does it entail?” I need these women to tell me what to expect, dammit! I’m not used to giving up control.

  “Them eating your pussy and you sucking their dicks,” DJ puts out there as if it’s an everyday thing. Which for her it may be, I see the way Hatch’s eyes follow her and undress her even when everyone is around. “Wait until you feel their mouths on your nipples, it’s the best sensation ever, goes straight to your clit.” Oh shit, I need a fan, I’m burning up from this conversation.

  I feel the inner shiver at her words and wonder how it would feel having their hands and mouths on me, down there. Hell, everywhere for that matter! I know my nipples are distended just from her words. I’ll blame the alcohol for lowering my inhibitions. “That sounds kinda hot,” I admit. I know I’m blushing like crazy, but I feel safe with them.

  “Oh, honey, you have no fucking idea,” Cara replies. Her eyes get dreamy looking and I know she’s thinking about her man. “I had a shitastic first marriage and it took Braxton a bit to break through, but let me tell you, I’m never not satisfied when he’s done with me!” Embarrassment is not something these ladies seem to experience, because I’m blushing and they’re all talking as if this is a topic of daily conversation. Which, who knows, it may be for them?

  “What else do you wanna know?” DJ asks, popping a chip into her mouth.

  “Well…if they’re gonna take me together, does that hurt?”

  “Not if they properly prepare you,” Cara replies.

  “Everything hurts the first time, don’t lie to the girl,” DJ tells Cara.

  “Yeah, but that is more like pressure if they get her ready,” Cara responds.

  “Yeah, if you consider your hymen is being ripped in two,” DJ states. Now I really don’t know if I want to do this, because anything on my body being ripped in two does not sound like a good time.

  “Y’all stop, you’re scaring the shit out of her, and that means those two won’t get a little something-something anytime in the near future,” Trinity whisper shouts. “Hannah, I think those two are so into you that while it might hurt a little bit the first time, what you’ll get out of it will be worth the initial discomfort.”

  “Should we go to the toy store so she can practice?” DJ muses. Toy store? What the fuck? There are toys for this sort of thing? Now I’m feeling overwhelmed and unsure about the entire thing. I’m so fucking inexperienced, that I didn’t even realize there was more out there than the typical battery-operated boyfriend, for a make-believe, self-induced, good time.

  “Sex store time!” DJ all but shouts out, causing me to look around to see if anyone heard her outburst.

  “Shhh…keep your voice down,” Cara admonishes her. At least I’m not the only one feeling the eyes of everyone around us, judging us, for her outburst of excitement.

  “Fuck what everyone thinks.”

  See! I totally need to be her when I grow up. We order our food and devour it, meanwhile my mind won’t shut off of what to expect with these ladies and our next adventure of the night.

  This is not a sex toy shop, this is a porn store…literally! I don’t know if I can do it, how do I make purchases and be able to face the clerk. He’ll know exactly what I plan on doing with these items and I don’t want anyone knowing that. I mean shit! How embarrassing, and then I’m supposed to show Bandit and Smokey these things and let them try them out…on me?

  “What about this one?” DJ asks, holding the biggest dildo I’ve ever seen in my life in front of my face.

  “What is that? Jumbo size or something?”

  “No, this is normal sized,” she replies.

  “Maybe I need the petite section because there’s no way in hell that’s going to fit in here,” I say pointing at the object then down at my crotch area. My words cause her to double over in laughter.

  “Honey, you stretch to accommodate.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so! There’s no way I can stretch that far.”

  “Come with me, little virgin, and I will show you the way,” she states, dragging me across the store to another section. Lubes? Numbing cream? What in the everloving fuck do I need numbing cream for?

  “For that first time you do anal,” DJ whisper shouts. Fuck, I’m talking out loud. Again.

  “Yes you are, sweetie,” Cara replies, coming up to stand beside me. “And I don’t think you need anything over here except maybe that,” she states, pointing at the…you guessed it…numbing cream. I think I need more alcohol. Lots more alcohol. Do they allow alcohol IVs? Something to ponder.

  “Oh God! I’m supposed to show Smokey and Bandit these things? Then they’ll know for sure that I’ve been thinking about it. I can’t do that!”

  “Yeah you can, doll,” Smokey says, coming up behind me, causing me to jump from his sudden appearance. Fuck my life!

  Turning quickly, I find him right behind me with Bandit standing next to him. “What the fuck are y’all doing here?” DJ asks.

  “Prospect called and told us of the shopping trip. We wanna make sure she gets whatever she wants,” Bandit replies. When I look again, I see the other men behind them, grins splitting their faces wide open. Someone find me a sandpit, I need to disappear…quickly.

  “See anything you want, gorgeous?” Hatch asks DJ. She’s so fucking bold, she walks over to another display and picks up something and hands it to him. His eyes grow wide and he responds, “Really?”

  “Yeah, kinda wanna see what little miss is gonna experience,” she replies. Please, God, let the floor open up and swallow me whole.

  “Not happening, khaleesi,” Bandit whispers in my ear. Dammit, I’m spewing my thoughts once again. Fucking tequila. Maybe alcohol and I aren’t a good match made in heaven.

  “C’mon, doll, we’ve got you,” Smokey says, leading me away to another display. But not before he gets the biggest tube of the numbing cream. I watch the other old ladies as their men claim them then walk around the store picking up items. Really? Is this my life now? Deciding to go with the flow, I hold onto the hand that Smokey has held out. He leans in and whispers, “Your pace, doll, remember?”

  And once again, tequila does my talking for me because I reply, “And, what if I want you two now?”

  “You mean tonight?” Bandit all but chokes out.

  “Rather you were sober, doll, so maybe we’ll just play a bit when we get home, yeah?” Smokey responds. Both of their voices have gotten raspy and hoarse and I don’t want to, but I look down and see that my words have them both hard as steel pipes.

  I lean up and whisper in his ear, “DJ and the girls said something about you two eating my pussy, let’s start with that.” He and Bandit simultaneously groan out, causing a smile to form on my face. Score one for Hannah, it’s finally me getting to them.

  “Ladies night is over,” Smokey all but growls up before going to the cashier and tossing the things he and Bandit have picked up on the counter. I won’t look. Nope, not gonna do it. Be strong, Hannah. Instead, I find my eyes wondering over that way and they widen at the plugs they’ve put on the counter, as well as lube and that damn numbing cream.

  “Doll, it’s gonna be good, I promise,” Smokey says when he sees the look on my face. “We’re gonna make it good for you.” Once they’ve settled up with the clerk, they nod at the other men while I studiously avoid their eyes. With my hands in theirs, they walk me out to the truck. I’d say run, but they are badass bikers after all and they don’t run.

  My nerves are shot. They’ve both been stroking my thighs as we drive and I feel like I’m on fire. As Smokey pulls into the driveway, I realize that things between the three of us are about to change. We get out of the truck and into the house and Bandit goes to let Jester out. Thankfully, the two little terrors behav
ed while we were gone so we don’t have a mess to clean up. “C’mon, doll, let’s grab a shower, yeah?” Smokey states, leading me to the room that we’re all apparently going to share.

  “Y’know I’m scared shitless, don’t you?” Apparently, tequila tongue is a real thing for me.

  “Yeah, sweetheart, but you’re in good hands. Nothing’s happening tonight that you don’t want, y’hear?”

  I nod because what else is there to say? I did mention wanting them both and what I wanted them to start with, so I can’t back off now. He’s slowly undressing me, taking the time to stroke each piece of exposed skin, so the flames of desire are starting to rise. Once I’m undressed, he just looks at me and huffs out a breath. “Fucking gorgeous, doll,” he says, leading me into the shower. I’m lost in his touch when I feel another set of hands join his and open my eyes to see Bandit standing there.

  Fuck a duck! Seeing both of them standing there, their cocks hard and distended for me has my insides turning into goo. They weren’t wrong about being pierced, either, and holy shit, it’s hot as hell seeing them like that. I wanna touch and lick and squeeze.

  “You’ll get that chance,” Bandit whispers from behind me, his hands stroking up and down my body. Fucking tequila tongue. My mouth seems to run away and vomit my thoughts out without my acknowledgment or approval.

  I’m about to say something when Smokey crowds me from the front and Bandit moves in behind me. Smokey leans in and starts kissing me while Bandit grips my hips and nuzzles the back of my neck. Holy hell in a handbasket!

  Their hands are all over me, cleaning me and stroking the flames inside higher and higher. “So fucking responsive,” Bandit whispers, as I shiver at their touch. “C’mon, Hannah, let’s all get a bit more comfortable, yeah?” I nod because words are now escaping me.

  Both men dry me off, and then Bandit scoops me up, and walks over to the bed. Laying me down, he gets in on one side of me and Smokey gets in on the other. Now I feel like a pickle in the middle.

  “Most beautiful pickle we’ve ever seen,” Bandit says, leaning in and kissing me. I still don’t know how this is gonna work, but have decided to go with the flow.