I still, however, have a personal guard whenever I leave the house on my own, the guys are worried that there may still be blowback from one of two men who ‘purchased’ Bridget and me. I’ve grown close to one of the prospects in particular. His name is Maxum and he’s become one of my closest friends. He’s had a childhood that could rival mine, and I’ve found myself drawn to him and we have confided things to each other that we haven’t shared with anyone else.
Speaking of the devil himself, “Hey, you look great, Hannah,” he says smiling at me. “The guys tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. They need to know if you can drive yourself over tonight because something came up and they’re going to be a little late.”
“Sure, let me grab my purse and keys and we’ll be on our way,” I tell him, walking back to our bedroom where my things are waiting on me. I look around the room and am proud of how it’s come together. Several of my paintings grace the walls in here and I’m overjoyed that the guys insisted they do. In my studio, I have a portrait hanging there of my friend ‘Goober’ yes, I remember what he looks like and I initially painted it as a joke for the guys, but he’s a reminder of a time in my life that I overcame some obstacles so I want to look at it daily to remind myself that I’m stronger than I sometimes give myself credit for.
I’ve been here at the clubhouse for an hour and still no sign of my men. Then again, thinking about it, I haven’t seen any of the men besides the prospects. Wonder what that’s all about? I get distracted when the ladies start the blender up and we’ve even added fresh blackberries to the mix. When we get our glasses, DJ raises hers up and we all copy, “To tequila tongue!”
We repeat the phrase and slam our glasses together, I spill some on my hand and go to lick it away to only be stopped by Smokey holding my hand in his.
“Let me,” he says, before sensually swiping his tongue on my hand and licking off all the juice.
Fuck, if he’s starting his assault on me this early, I’m well and truly fucked tonight in more ways than one, I hope!
“Did you save any for me, brother?” Bandit asks, walking up behind me and kissing me behind my ear.
“Not a drop,” Smokey says in his deep husky voice. Fuck my life. It’s the one that I usually only experience in the bedroom. They’re wasting no time.
“Damn, brother, you need to learn to share,” Bandit tells him.
“Only the important things,” Smokey replies.
“Let’s get this party started!” Hatch says, walking in.
Smokey
Walking outdoors I can smell the grill as Axe fires it up. I walk with Hannah and Bandit to stand with the other couples. Axe passes grill duty off to Law who is still around, but not for long. He plans on leaving next week, and I wish him all the luck in finding whatever it is he feels is missing in his life. Twisted walks out and I see Hannah’s cut in his hands and a smile graces my face. I can’t wait to slide it on her shoulders and see what she looks like wearing mine and Bandit’s colors and tagged as our property. Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds barbaric, but in our world it’s the highest honor an old lady can hold. And our Hannah, well, she deserves the world and the highest regard to her as a person, and the love of my life.
Axe whistles loudly causing the music to turn down and everyone to look his way. He motions for me and Bandit to come up with him and Twisted. I grab Hannah’s hand and pull her along, she has a pep in her step, she knows what is fixing to happen and has been looking forward to it for weeks now. We had to wait until she was fully healed so she could walk up here on her own without the use of her crutches. She smiles at all the other old ladies as she proudly stands between us.
“Have we told you how hot you look tonight?” Bandit asks her.
“No, but the looks you’ve been sending my way have kind of given it away,” she says all smiles and excitement plastered on her beautiful face.
Twisted clears his throat and begins, “I’d love to stand up here and give two brothers a bunch of hell for all that they did when Axe, Hatch and Chief found their women, but I find that I can’t for some reason.”
“You love us, that’s why,” I state.
“Nope, that’s not it. I think it’s because when you two finally found your one, you both jumped in headfirst and didn’t look back. You accepted Hannah and that little dust rag she calls a kitten into y’alls whacked lives. Hannah, what we’re about to do today is something we do whenever an old lady becomes an official part of the RGMC. You’ve shown strength under pressure and a devotion to these two that is…dammit, what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Delusional?” DJ calls out. I may kill her. Then again, if Hatch kills me, I don’t get to be with Hannah so for today, she lives.
“Admirable. It can’t have been easy to flee a life you knew and then find yourself with not one alpha male, but two. And yet, you’ve done it and usually with a smile gracing your face. As your men stand slightly behind you to place the cut on you, let it reflect that where you’re considered, they’ll always surround you and protect you to the best of their abilities. And, because of that cut, you also have the rest of us and our women standing there as well.”
Almost as if we practiced it, we each lift an arm and Bandit slides his side on first, and then I slide my side on, until the leather covers her. Seeing ‘Property of Smokey and Bandit’ across her back is such a turn-on, I think I’ll see if she can wear just that to bed tonight. I’m lost in thought when I hear her giggle and turn my head to see her looking down at the front. We had a special patch added in addition to the one that says ‘Doll’ with a crown over it, which stands for khaleesi. Bandit snapped a picture of that stupid fucking pink unicorn and the woman who makes our cuts created a tinier version that we have on the bottom hem. “Guys, kiss your woman so we can get on to the better part of the night, eating and drinking and being together.” Don’t have to ask me twice to kiss my woman.
But first…I nod slightly to Bandit and he drops to his knee as do I, each of us grabbing a hand. When she looks down at us with alarm on her face, Bandit says, “Hannah, you know we both love you and that being our old lady is for life, but we want it all. We want you to have our last name, give us kids when the time is right, and drive us crazy with all the shit you women get into. Will you marry us?”
Bridget
I’m standing with the old ladies and hear the question that is presented to my sister. “Is that even legal? How are they going to pull that off?” I ask DJ.
She leans over and says to me, “One of them will legally marry her, and the other will have a commitment ceremony that ties the three of them together, for life.”
“Oh, okay,” I mutter before calling out, “you go, girl!” as I clap loudly for my sister and her men. They deserve this, no one more than Hannah.
My mind is swirling. I mean, after all the shit I’ve had handed to me from men, the last thing I want is one in my life for the rest of it. Since being here, everyone’s been nice to me. A lot nicer than a two-bit whore like me deserves, that’s for damn sure. Stop it, Bridge, you know the counselor said you’ve gotta get rid of the stinking thinking you have. I look over and notice Capone’s eyes on me, they’re always on me and track my every movement. Sometimes it makes me feel like I’m under a microscope and others set my panties on fire. I don’t feel like I could ever be good enough for a man like him, but he makes me wish I was.
Capone
I see the look on her beautiful face and know she’s gone into her head again. I’ve been taking her to therapy, something that she insisted on. She doesn’t get that what happened to her before is in her past. I know she’s got more luggage than the Louis Vuitton store, but she calls to my soul in a way no other woman has and someday, she’ll be mine.
Hannah
I know the tears are running down my cheeks as I hear them ask me to marry them. No clue on the legalities of that, but if it means that I get them for the rest of my life, there’s only one fucking answer. “Yes!”
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“Yes?” Bandit asks me, so I shout it from the rooftops which causes him to stand and Smokey to place a beautiful, pink diamond ring on my finger. Bandit sweeps me in his arms and swings me around. All the while screaming out, “She said yes!” Then Smokey does the same once Bandit sets me on my feet. I’m starting to feel a little dizzy from all of the spinning, but I don’t want to say anything, I want to give them this.
I hear DJ say, “I’m still thinking she hit her head that day at the truck stop and this may just be the piece of evidence I need to prove it,” before I see Hatch cover her mouth. With his lips.
“Tone it down, slugger,” Braxton says to her. I see Cara cover her mouth and giggle into it. This is my family, the people I have come to adore. I can’t see my life without any of them standing next to me. Life is crazy, it throws you some curveballs…some good, some not so good. But the day that Smokey rescued me in the bathroom, is the day my life truly began. That day, I really began to see life in visible color, and not through rose-colored glasses.
We’ve been partying for hours now, watching the kids play on the playground that Nan built for them and I’m sitting with the other old ladies, Bridget and Nan, when DJ says, “Thinking we need more margaritas!” Hell yeah, we do!
While she’s busy inside making a few more pitchers, Trinity looks at me and asks, “Have y’all talked about children?”
“No… not exactly,” I reply. We haven’t either, other than in a general ‘someday I wanna have kids’ way.
“Well, take your time and enjoy one another. It gets…challenging…to connect with your man when you have a houseful,” Cara states.
DJ, who has returned with two pitchers of freshly-made margaritas hears her and starts laughing. “Uh, girlfriend, remember I know who you go to work with every day!” I can see the blush covering Cara’s face at DJ’s words and wonder what in the hell she means. Then it dawns on me, Cara and Braxton work together at the transportation company. I bet she’s spending some time in the president’s office…kinda like Smokey used to catch me in the cooler. I haven’t been back to work since I got hurt and as much as I value my independence, I’m glad. When DJ saw my portfolio, she immediately commissioned me to create the illustrations that she wants created for a new children’s series she’s working on under a pen-name.
“Whatever!” Cara replies, taking a healthy swig of her drink.
“Don’t worry, Cara, I’m sure your man isn’t the only one pulling his old lady aside and getting some afternoon nookie,” Nan says, causing me to want to gag. I just can’t imagine this woman talking and thinking like she does…is that normal?
“Nan! What have we said about sex talking with us, it kinda grosses us out, you’re like a mother figure to most of us here, and it sucks when a mental picture comes into play. It makes me want to go and search out the damn bleach!” DJ whisper shouts out.
“How in the hell do y’all think everyone got here?” Nan asks, a shit-eating grin on her face. Well, she’s got me there.
“So, when are you getting married?” Bridget asks, breaking me out of my reverie.
“I…I have no clue.”
“As soon as possible,” Smokey states, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “She needs to make honest men out of us.”
“Honest? That’ll be the day,” Hatch comes up and sits down in a chair, pulling DJ into his lap. He seems to prefer her there than anywhere else, regardless of who’s around.
“Hey, I resent that comment,” Bandit replies.
“Hannah? Are you sure you want to tie yourself to these two bozos for life?” Twisted comes up and asks us. I look around and notice Paisley isn’t with him. I see DJ and Cara share a look and realize I’m not the only one worried about how distant she still is with all of us.
Twisted sighs and says to us all when he notices us looking around for her, “She’s doing better, just give her some more time. She’s seeing a counselor now, and she’s dealing.”
“It’s better to ask for help than to sit in the dark and think about what could’ve been,” Cara says, so quietly that I had to lean in to hear her. I can tell she’s missing her friend, desperately.
“She’ll get there, man,” Smokey says to him, and all the guys nod their head in agreement.
“I know how she feels and what she’s going through. I’ll try to reach out to her more than I have,” Trinity says, causing Chief to wrap her in his arms.
“It’s okay to tell them, they’ll be happy for us,” he says to her, causing my ears to perk up.
“We’re pregnant. Three months along, we didn’t want to tell anyone in case, you know…it went bad again.”
“Yay! We’re so happy for you two,” DJ and Cara say, wrapping Trinity up in a crushing hug.
“Easy ladies, she’s carrying precious cargo,” Chief growls at them.
“That baby is so protected in there a hug won’t hurt him or her,” Trinity says to her man.
“Still don’t like it,” he states. “It’s my job to protect you and that baby in your belly.”
“Explains why you’re not drinking with us,” I say.
“Juice,” she says, holding up her glass.
“You guys reproduce too much,” Bridget says.
“Don’t be jealous,” DJ replies, teasing Bridget.
“Oh I’m not, trust me, I’d screw a kid up ten ways to Sunday. No kid deserves me as a mother.” That’s just sad that she actually feels that way. I hope one day a man comes into her life and changes her way of thinking. Feeling eyes on our group, I see Capone sitting back with Jaxson and Maxum sipping a beer. His gaze never leaving my sister.
Looks like she may have just found a match for her inept way of thinking about herself and her future. I hope I’m right, because this family has changed my life for the better, and I’d like to see them do the same thing for her.
Bandit
As the night wears on, I am in desperate need to have some alone time with Hannah. I’m tired of sharing her with everyone else, I look over at Smoke and nod my head. He emphatically nods his head in agreement. I take her hand and tell her, “Say goodnight to everyone, Hannah.”
“Night everyone, looks like I’m fixing to have some special attention thrown my way,” she smirks, and I smack her ass which causes her to jump. We walk into the clubhouse and go into our room, we’ve all had some drinks tonight so we’re sleeping here. Luckily, we have our bed and not a cot this time around. That shit gives us no room to play, and we’ll need plenty of room to take her the way I have planned.
“Take off your clothes,” I say to her, the second the door shuts behind us.
“Okay,” she says, and begins racing to rid herself of them.
“Slow down, doll. I want to enjoy the show,” Smoke says to her.
“Only if you reciprocate,” she says, batting her eyelashes at us, in an attempt to entice us. Little does she know that it isn’t necessary, we’d give her anything her heart desires. All she has to do is ask, and it’s hers. She slowly slides the tank top over her head and her lingerie she has on underneath has me biting my knuckles and a moan leaving my lips. Next to go are those tight as hell jeans, that mold to her skin and show off the curves she’s put on since coming into our lives. When she’s down to just her panties and bra, she bends over, and my dick goes from hard, to granite in an instant. Her panties are crotchless and show me my most desired item, her sweet, hot pussy. I can see her lips glistening in desire, and I long to lap those juices up. Smoke grabs her hips and keeps her in the bent over position and I get down on my knees behind her and begin to eat her pussy. Smoke unzips his pants and brings himself out, Hannah eagerly puts him into her mouth and I watch as my brother’s eyes cross from the pleasure.
“God damn, Hannah, your lips and mouth are dangerous,” he pants out. I dig into my delightful treat and stick my tongue in her opening. I hear her gasp and Smoke curses out, “Fuck, brother, whatever you just did caused her to swallow me whole,” he’s
having a hard time getting the words out. I put my finger on her clit and begin to rub circles causing her back to arch. I pull out my tongue and insert two fingers, then suck on her lips, drawing them as far into my mouth as they’ll go. I pump my fingers in and out and make sure I pay special attention to her g-spot. I love it when we get her so turned on that her release squirts out of her opening. I stand up from my ministrations, deciding I want to be buried deep inside of her when she comes. I rip my zipper down and shove my jeans down to my ankles, not caring if I’m completely nude or not.
“You wanna keep going in her mouth or do you want her ass?” I ask Smoke.
“I want her pussy,” he replies, and I smile, because he’s usually the one who gets to bury himself inside of her ass. Something that I am desperately looking forward to. He pulls himself out of her mouth with a pop and I watch as he walks over to the edge of the bed and sits down. He lays on his back and she walks over to him and straddles his hips. I help her lift up while he lines himself up with her opening. I hold her hips while she descends on his length, they both moan out. I leave them there to walk over to the nightstand and grab a condom and bottle of lubricant. I don’t have the numbing cream here, but I think she’s ready for a change and can handle it without being numb. I pull the wrapper apart with my teeth and slide it on. I pop the cap open and apply the sticky substance on.
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