by Eden Rose
Mack Truck is riding his bike behind us but I can still feel his body on me. I can still feel him sliding in and out of me as if he’s still doing it. Every erotic fantasy that I never realized I had, came true because of him.
Because of Flip.
They are both fucking amazing and I need this. I need them.
The vibrations of the powerful motor, keep me on a constant buzz of emotions, lust and something else.
The bike stalls in front of my itty bitty apartment building but I don’t want to let go of Flip and Mack Truck. I loved being in our own little world where it was just the three of us and nothing else mattered.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Without having an idea what I’m supposed to do, I slide off the bike and stand awkwardly between the two men’s bikes. I smile at them both and turn to walk into my apartment. I’m fighting the urge to beg them to come inside so we can continue. I’ve been denied this fantasy for two years and now that I finally got to live it, I don’t want to let it go.
They both shut their bikes off and circle me in their arms. Each of them take turns in kissing the shit out me as if it were some unspoken agreement. I stood between their two rock hard bodies, eating up the attention that they’re giving me.
Well, that was until someone’s phone started vibrating against the swell of my thigh. I jumped a little at the different feeling.
I just had like 5545455455454 orgasms but the vibration is making me want another one.
Mack Truck sighs against my lips while Flip sucks and nips along the column of my neck. I’m a pile of putty. “We need to get going, gorgeous. We’ll call you,” he says confidently.
As one of them starts to back away, the other is ready to take their place. Flip digs his hands into my wild hair to anchor my mouth to his. His tongue dips through my lips that are still swollen from last night, but I let him take what he wants. To hell if I’m going to stop it. “Thank you for an amazing night,” Flip says along my lips. “It was everything I thought it would be and more. I’ll call you soon, precious.”
My eyes are closed but I feel both of them leaving me. I don’t need to see them actually drive off, but I need to make sure that this is real. That this isn’t something that I’m dreaming about or something. I open my eyes to see that they have rode off into the morning sky leaving me breathless on my sidewalk.
“Well,” a voice says breaking me out of my lust filled state. “You don’t even fuck one guy, you fuck both?”
I spin on my heels to see David standing in front of me wearing his cop uniform. “What the hell are you doing at my house?” I demand with malice.
Of fucking course, he would be here right now. Anything to knock me off my cloud nine of amazing sex with two hot men.
Who I happen to be very much in love with.
His blonde-haired head is thrown back in a laugh. Even though he’s an asshole, he’s still attractive in his own way. I can see why all the girls go crazy over him but they don’t realize that he’s a dead beat dad that doesn’t give two shits about his son’s autism. Doesn’t even pay for the extra therapy that is needed or anything.
“I’m here because I have something interesting to show you.” He waves a file in front of my face like you would a dog with a treat. Just enough emphasis to tease you into wanting more.
“What’s that?” I ask him cocking my hip to the side. We’re standing in the middle of my walkway but neither of us make a move to take this someplace else.
He peels open the front of the folder and pulls out a picture of a little girl’s body. She must be about six or seven years old but it’s obvious that she had met a cruel death. My eyes are wide and I’m horrified. “Why are you showing me this?” I whisper.
David doesn’t do anything by chance. There has to be a reason why he’s showing me something like this.
“This is Wayne Bradley’s little sister.”
Wayne Bradley. Mack Truck’s real name that no one is allowed to call him. “He doesn’t have a sister,” I retort saucily.
He takes another picture out of the file and this one was worse than the first. “You’re right. He doesn’t have a sister because he’s the number one suspect in her disappearance, death and rape.”
The floor drops out from underneath me.
MACK TRUCK
Unlike Flip, I’m going to take this for what it is. Whatever the fuck happens with Britney, happens. I pushed her away two years ago and I’m trying to fight the urge to do it now.
She’s everything in this world that I’m not. Patient, nice, gorgeous. A fucking angel on the earth.
Now I’m here to taint all of that because I have no idea how to be with someone so beautiful.
The whole ride back to the clubhouse, I consider my options with Britney. I know that she wants both of us and it was fun. I loved seeing her come undone while I fucked her and Flip gagged her with his dick. It was hot as hell.
Is this something that I could see myself doing all the damn time? That is something that I don’t know.
Being called to the clubhouse put a damper in our morning sex that I was planning in my mind. I was going to take her outside, bend her over the picnic table that I saw, and fuck the shit out of her.
I need to shake out of this! I preach to myself and park my bike in front of the clubhouse. The Bear’s already outside with his signature cigarette in his mouth and a scowl.
“I’m all for you brothers gettin’ some, but you need to answer your fuckin’ phones faster,” he greets us.
With our bikes parked, both Flip and I walk towards the president who looks pissed off. “Dude, I thought since you were gettin’ some on the reg, you wouldn’t be so pissy,” I say to him and walk past him into the house.
I take a deep breath of the smell of home. All the brothers are looking around the room with scowls on their faces. Great, this is an impromptu fucking meeting and none of us have any idea what’s going on. I search the room to see if I can find Pinky, The Bear’s ol’ lady, but she’s nowhere to be found.
Flip sits next to me in the rolling chair, shakes out a cigarette, brings it to his mouth and lights it. You would think that things would be awkward between us after we just shared the same woman and it’s not. It feels normal. Destined to have been this way.
The Bear strolls into the room while I search to see if I can find Slice. After all that shit that went down with Jen, I still expected him to be here. Since he found out she was pregnant, I had taken over his job at The Kitty but he still has his job here.
I roll my neck out trying to calm myself down. It pisses me off when these fuckers get ol’ ladies and all of that shit and think they can slack off. We have a job to do. We’re not some Weekend Warriors club.
The room instantly fills up with smoke as all the smokers light up their cigarettes. I wave my hand in front of my face to clear it but who am I kidding? I take my cigarette pack out of my pocket and light up my own.
“As you bastards can see, our brother, Slice, ain’t here. I didn’t invite him to church because we have somethin’ important to discuss.”
“Does this have something to do with Jen’s husband?” Bic asks lamely. We all knew that Jen has been married to a fucking hitman and is the daughter of one, too. The chick didn’t tell us anything about it and Chantal didn’t know either.
For a few weeks, Slice and The Bear, both thought that Jen was placed here because she’s a spy for her family. Turns out she wasn’t, but it doesn’t mean that her family has disappeared off the face of the fucking earth either.
Our president nods his head and sucks his cigarette down. “Yeah, so… Flip found some info regardin’ her dumb ass husband and father. Turns out they have been keepin’ up tabs on us and have some cameras around here lookin’ at us.”
My eyes widen as I look at my brother to the left of me. I spent the whole fucking night with him and he didn’t think this was important enough to share with me? We spent the night sharing Britney an
d he didn’t mention one fuckin’ thing about this.
“I noticed a couple of black SUVs following behind us on runs and shit. I finally put a tracker on one of them that was parked on the side of the road. I followed him to this hotel. It’s Jen’s husband and dad,” Flip states.
My mind is whirling from this revelation that he didn’t even tell me about this. “For fuckin’ real?” I snap.
Bic’s chuckling in the corner and drinking his coffee out of a cup that says: Cash, Ass or Grass- No One Rides For Free! That’s the funny thing about him. He doesn’t say much but his coffee mugs are fucking hilarious. “A lover’s quarrel?”
Rabies busts out laughing. “It’s about time you guys came out of the closet!” He thrusts back his brown hair that’s hanging in his face.
“Fuck off,” I mutter.
The Bear slams his hand on the table. “I don’t give two shits what you fucks do out of here as long as it doesn’t affect the club. Now we know where they are. The decision we need to make is- how do you want to go in?”
I smirk. This is what I love about the club. After everything that happened with the president over the course of the past year, he’s starting to realize how important the brotherhood is. Plus, this is something that I can fucking control.
Unlike my feelings for Britney.
“I say we scope this shit out,” I state with a big ass smile on my face. “I’m still waiting for them to retaliate after we killed Fang.”
The dead president of The Plague, Fang, was a piece of shit bottom feeding asshole who deserved to die worse than what we did to him. He sold info about our club to Jimmy McSimmons, Jen’s husband, for cocaine and meth to sell it to get more profit without running it through us. By taking this on himself, he fucked up our alliance. On top of that, he blurted how he sold out info about Jen to Jimmy.
One of the major problems about people like Jimmy and Fang? If you kill one, there’s going to be another who’s coming up behind them.
“All right,” Prez states. “Flip and Mack Truck, you got first watch tonight.”
Half Ball chuckles a little. “Should we make them dinner reservations too?”
Flip and I both chuckle along with the ribbing since we know that they’re just fucking with us.
“Sure, and while you’re at it? Can you put some condoms on the table too?” Flip blurts and wraps his arm around my neck. “Should we give them a kiss?”
I push him off. “All right, all right! Enough of the bull shit! Yeah, Flip and I are tryin’ something new and I want all you bastards to know that Brit’s off the market. You get me?”
The Bear busts out laughing. “Two hard headed mother fuckers facin’ off for a woman? This could only be good for you guys… Good luck. Don’t hurt Brit, though.”
My sentiments exactly, prez.
I rub the back of my neck trying to keep my tongue in check so I don’t freak out in front of everyone. The last thing that I need right now is for everyone to put more doubt in my mind. It’s bad enough that I’m dreading having the talk with both Flip and Britney, but now I have to worry about others digging into our shit.
Flip nudges me. “Who gives a fuck? We had a good time. She had a good time. I think this could be something, man. Nothing wrong with what we did.”
I don’t say anything as everyone started talking about what they were wanting to do. I raise my hand. “Let’s scope them out. Freak ‘em out a little and get them off guard. We can lead them out here and fuck ‘em up.”
This is something that I love to do. The thrill of the hunt. It’s fucking awesome to see these assholes at their weakest when they don’t have a clue who’s waiting for them.
Me.
“All right, we’ll do that. Tonight, we’ll stake them out and then gather the intel,” The Bear states. “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” Half Ball says. “Are we tellin’ Slice about this? I’m sure he’d want in at the action.”
“I don’t doubt that he wants in, brother,” Bic answers. “The problem is he wouldn’t have a clear head about what’s going on and would act irrationally.”
We all nod our heads in understanding. Slice’s temper is well known and we all know that he can fuck someone up. He broke Fang’s hand for touching Jen! Starting a war that we didn’t know was brewing under the surface.
“All right, go to work or do whatever you fuckers do,” The Bear growls at us.
Everyone has left the room besides Flip and I and I know we’re about to have the talk that’s going to fuck with my head. The “what the fuck are we going to do?” talk.
I shake out a cigarette and put it to my lips. After lighting it, I finally address the elephant in the room. Britney. “I don’t know what you wanna do, brother, but I can’t leave her alone now,” I admit.
The thought of Flip stepping in and taking her from me is too much. Then again, I know that he wouldn’t want me to be the one that takes her from him.
He nods. “I know, man. This is what I’m thinking. It’s fuckin’ fucked up that we’re having this conversation but I think we should give this a go. She wants both of us and there’s nothing wrong with that. We haven’t given her anything else to go on besides this and she’s probably fucked up in the head over this.”
I take a puff before taking it from my lips. “As long as we have an understanding of what this can do to our brotherhood,” I admit.
Flip shakes his head and bares his teeth at me. “That’s fucked up. Brotherhood comes first. We’re solid no matter what.”
“All right, well I need to take a shower before going over to The Kitty. See you tonight,” I end the conversation by getting up and doing exactly what I said I was going to do.
By the time I ride my bike to The Kitty, my head is all fucked up. I want Britney more than I have ever wanted anything before. I would do this for her. I would share her if it meant that I got to keep her.
Plus, I know that Flip would be a better choice for her than anyone else.
Whoever said that you can only get a nightmare while sleeping, is a fucking liar. My nightmare plays in my head over and over again- never leaving me. No matter what I do, how bad I try, the images of my sister’s death still flood my mind.
I failed one girl who meant the world to me before, do I really need to add another girl to the mix?
I walk through the club and straight to the back room to make sure all the strippers have been reporting their tips properly. One of them, Chasity, is a sneaky fucking bitch who stuck some of her tips up her pussy. I shit you not!
The rule of The Kitty is, we don’t fuck with you unless you start lying to us. One of the major things that I have an issue with is liars and thieves. You keeping money from me? You’re a fuckin’ thief.
After adding up all the money that I have, I do my best to take my mind off of Brit and Flip. The thoughts of her spread out in front of me, have me tugging on my dick that’s stretching out my jeans.
“Boss?” A feminine voice says to me through the door that’s slightly ajar.
“Yeah?”
Giselle walks into the office with her hips twitching from left to right. The woman is hot, I’ll give her that, but she’s not Britney. “What can I do for you?” I question her deciding to keep it strictly business.
If I let them think we’re friends, there’s a good chance they will walk all over me. And I’m not having it.
Her red lips churl into a sly smile. “I was just checkin’ to see if you needed any help in here?” She asks me the flirting undertones evident.
“What kind of help?” I ask her stupidly.
She begins to tug on her bra strap to get it to fall down her shoulder. “You know… The kind of help a powerful man like you needs.”
I hold my hand up to stop her. “No offense, doll face, but I’m not interested.”
BRITNEY
You know when you’re a kid and you find out that Santa hasn’t been real this whole time? How depressed and sad you were that everythin
g you believed in was a lie this whole time? That’s how I feel right now.
“You’re lying,” I state trying to get him to tell me that he is.
He shakes his head. “No, I’m not. It was all over the news like fifteen years ago. You mean to tell me that you never heard of this?”
I look at the case file that he’s handing me and I’m looking at the damning evidence of the man who spent the whole night worshiping me. Sure enough, I had heard about the little girl that was kidnapped on her way home from school by someone. I had heard of how when they found her body she had been raped before being killed.
There is no way in fucking hell that Mack Truck would do something this heinous. Absolutely no way.
“Why are you showing me this?” I ask him stupidly. I know exactly why he’s showing me this and that’s because he wants to piss me off and have something over me. This is just the nail in the coffin.
David puts his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. “I don’t want this piece of shit biker ruining your life. What if he does something to you and…”
I shrug, trying hard to avoid sounding as eager as I am. I want to know what’s in this file and I want to know what happened to this little girl.
My world is hanging on by a thread right now. “Whatever, David,” I retort. Needing to get out of this conversation, I walk to my apartment with the folder still in my hand.
“Let me explain something!” He calls after me effectively stopping me in my tracks. “Who do you think the judge will side with if I take this to court?”
My mouth drops open. “You wouldn’t dare!” I yell at him, stomping back to where he’s standing. My hand is in the air before I can stop it and it flies through the air to hit him in the mouth.
“You think a judge will side with some wannabe biker trash who’s fucking half the biker club? What’s wrong? Couldn’t find a real man?” He spits at me.