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  The conversation flowed freely between us. They both touched me and petted me constantly, and I basked in the attention I had been missing for virtually my whole life. I traced every tattoo on both of their bodies with my hands, and with my tongue, in between the stories about what they meant and where they were in their lives when they got them.

  I told them about my mom and my absent Army dad. “You know what Army stands for, right babe?” Mick joked, “Ain’t Ready for Marines Yet.” “Ha, he’d probably shoot you for that. He has zero sense of humor.” “Is he still active?” I shook my head, “no, he’s retired. I think he’s in Boca Raton Florida with a wealthy widow woman. I haven’t seen him or my brothers in years.” “How many brothers do you have?” Grey asked. I sighed, “well, at least five that I know of, but who really knows. All of us have different moms and are from different places he was stationed. One of my brothers is Korean, one is German and three are American. He didn’t really give a shit about any of us.”

  Even though I was enjoying the pillow talk, I have to say that I have never been happier to hear doorbell ring though.I was starving. Grey slipped sweats on over his beautiful naked ass and jogged downstairs, returning in a few minutes with a six pack of imported beer, the pizza box and a few styrofoam cartons. I spread out a big bath towel on the bed, knowing that Grey has an aversion to mess and disorder.

  I flipped open the box to find half everything but the kitchen sink and half ham and pineapple. “Ew, pineapple on pizza. Who did this?” I demanded. “Pineapple is awesome on pizza.”, Grey took a big slice of the gigantic twenty inch pie in front of us. Mick sided with me. “Dude, pineapple does not, nor has it ever, belonged on a pizza.” Eventually Grey got me to take a taste and, I admit that it wasn’t horrible. I shared my calamari with both of them, and ate a piece of everything pizza that Mick generously shared.

  Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth with my finger because squid breath might be a turn off. I also checked out my lady bits to make sure she was clean as a whistle, anticipating another outstanding sexual go round in my immediate future, now that we all had a chance to regain our strength. I stood at the door, and eavesdropped in on a conversation.

  “Dude, there’s pizza grease on the sheets. We don’t want our girl lying in grease and crumbs”, Mick was furiously brushing crumbs onto the immaculate floors with great sweeps of his hands. “She’s not “our girl”. She’s gonna get her money from that asshole and move on in a few days, we’re just blue collar rebounds”, Grey responded, shaking out the tangled top sheet.

  He was right, wasn’t he? This was my rebound. My double team retaliation fuck for David fucking Zimmerman banging his intern. I’m not sure why it makes my heart hurt to think about right now. I like them both. They’re great guys and unlike anyone I’ve ever known. I paste a smile back on my face and crawl back into the big soft bed with my big hard men. Mine. Nope. Hard. Yes. I wasn’t going to waste a moment of our time together.

  The next few hours fly by in cacophony of screams, moans, grunts, flesh slapping and garbled prayers to the Lord. I was glad that regular Yoga kept me flexible because I was bent into positions I never knew existed. In between we’d cat nap, tangled up together in the fine Egyptian cotton sheets and each other’s limbs. After a few hours of sleep we’d wake up and do it again.

  I don’t know how long I had been asleep or even what time of day it was. All I knew was that I had been thoroughly fucked from every direction. The Kama Sutra had nothing on these guys.

  I woke up when Mick was attempting to extricate his arm from under my waist. “Where are you going?” I whispered as to not wake my other exhausted partner. “I’m starving. Want to join me for a little midnight gourmet snack?” “Mmmmm, definitely!” I squeezed out from under Grey’s thigh, which was thrown across my midsection and together we tip toed out the door buck naked.

  In the kitchen, Mick sat me down on a stool and put his pointer finger over his luscious thick lips, to show me his secret stash. “Grey hates this shit. He says I’m not five years old, but I love it”. Pulling out a jar of Goober Grape, which was stashed behind several cans of protein powder and a jar of what appeared to be flax seeds, he set it down in front of me with flourish. “Oh my God, I love this stuff. I haven’t had it in years.” I clapped my hands. He grabbed the loaf of white bread from on top of the fridge and I pulled two plates and two glasses out of the cupboard while he spread a generous amount on an the slices, then cut them into big triangles.

  “Is there any milk? Can’t have PBJ without it”. Mick already had the carton in his hand. I poured while he made sandwiches. “So tell me the truth--Strawberry or Grape?” “Definitely Grape. I’m a traditionalist. Me and my mom were poor. I ate PBJ every day for years.” “I did too, but because it was the only thing I knew how to make and Belle wasn’t around much.” Mick licked the knife and threw it in the sink with an audible “clank”.

  I picked the crust off of mine. “Growing up with Belle must have been, uh, interesting?” He snorted, “Yeah, something like that. All the other moms had polo shirts and capri pants and pearls, and Belle had bustiers, chaps and property kuttes. She always showed up at my school shit though, the whispers and rumors never phased her a bit.”

  “I hated the gossip at my school. My mom was a waitress. We lived in a house we inherited from my grandma that happened to be in a nice section of town. There weren’t too many free lunch kids there. I got picked on for being a poor charity case. I had a few friends but most kids treated us like trash. I didn’t even go to my own prom. I couldn’t wait to graduate and go off to college.”

  “That’s why I joined the Corp. I needed to get out of the MC life and figure things out on my own. If I had stayed I would still be there, partying and banging club girls, living under my mom’s thumb. She hates that I won’t prospect. Once I told her I would if she told me who my dad was.”

  “Oh snap, what happened?” “Obvs I am not a prospect, so the rest is just noise. She won’t budge on the sperm donor issue.” “Well, if it makes you feel better, I have a dad and he is as useless as a screen door on a submarine.” I took another bite of sandwich, “I always wished her would just like me, or maybe want me around. He made it clear that our summer visit was forced on him.” “And that’s why you learned about antique firearms?” “Yep. I studied my ass off just to have something to talk to him about. He was definitely more passionate about guns than kids. Dads are overrated. I’m just glad I had a strong mom.”

  Taking the last bite of his crust, Mick shook his head, “No. Having a good dad would be pretty awesome. I know when I have a kid I’ll be an awesome dad. I’ll be there every fucking day of my kid’s life, whether he wants me there or not. Even having a bad dad is better than no knowing”

  I finished my milk and scraped my crust into the trash. Mick put out dishes in the dishwasher and wiped up the table. I brushed some crumbs out of his black chest hair and he pulled me into his arms for a long, deep kiss. I couldn’t resist running my hands from his strong shoulders down the length of his torso to his sexy AF rock hard ass. I felt his boner grow against my belly. How was it even possible that he was ready to go again. “You are like a sexual energizer bunny.” He gave me one of those impish smiles, “flattery will get you laid, baby girl”.

  And oh, but it did! Holding on tight and bent in half over the hand polished granite of Grey’s kitchen island I got drilled by my handsome bunny.

  “You’re fucking in my kitchen”, Grey kissed the top of my head and Mick continued on his mission to fuck me into oblivion, never missing a stroke. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and popped the top on the icy cold long neck. Sitting down on the barstool I had vacated, he watched with a critical eye and drank his brew. I made eye contact with him as Mick grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back on it like reins. It was enough to push me over the edge and he quickly joined me, shooting his cum on my bare back and ass. I think I saw stars from that one and my legs were
reduced to jelly. Lucky for me, Grey caught me when I stumbled a bit, and I settled myself between his legs. He fed me a sip of his beer, to sooth my parched throat.

  The copper kitchen clock over the sink said it was 5:12, since it was dark outside I am assuming AM, but I really don’t know. They last thirty-six hours had been a banquet of sexual gluttony and I was not complaining at all. I was sore and exhausted but somehow felt more alive than I had in years. I wasn’t worried about spreadsheets and reports or mentally calculating tax returns in my head, I was living again. Not really again. I was living in a way I never had before, full of laughter and passion. I hated that it would end.

  “I’m wide awake after watching that performance. I’m gonna flip on the news”. We followed Grey to the bit leather sofa and I laid my head in his lap and my legs on Mick’s. We covered up with a quilt and I fell asleep quickly.

  “Fuck, wake up. We’ve got that fucking BBQ in an hour and Belle will kill me if we don’t show.”

  Chapter 13--Mick

  I promised my mom. Belle was a raging bitchasaurus when she didn’t get her own way. I would probably hear about missing this event every day for the rest of my life. I was a little worried about Joss’s cherry popping into the world of biker parties, to be honest. She was an accountant or a CFO or just a business lady in general. She wore long skirts and panty hose and went to board meetings. The Labor Day BBQ was a big club event and guys even showed up from sister chapters around the state. There would be close to two hundred or more there today, not counting old ladies and hang arounds.

  The truth is that whatever it was that this was supposed to be was turning into something different. It wasn’t a fast and dirty fuck. I was coming down with a bad case of feelings and I was ok with it. I also knew my best friend and partner in crime probably was not because, well, I’m not sure he has any feelings anymore. His ex wife ruined that many years ago.

  I roused Joss and Grey from the sofa. I was already in the shower when they joined me. Joss loofah-ed my back, and I know I was being an ass, but I jumped out before they did, and headed to my bathroom to shave and dress. I could hear the two of them talking and laughing together but I couldn’t make out all the words. I wanted Grey to bond with Joss the way I feel like I have.

  When I came out of my room Grey was back on the sofa but showered and dressed and drinking coffee. I poured myself a giant mug in the kitchen and joined him. I was starting to get edgy about the time, when our girl finally made an appearance, and, holy shit, what an appearance. Considering I had only seen her muddy or naked or in boxer shorts, I was floored.

  “Is this ok?” She bounced down the last few steps and gave a twirl. Her jeans were faded to almost white and painted on denim with a few strategically placed holes, which were patched with white lace. She wore a thin white wife beater on top, but it showed just enough of the baby blue bra she picked up the other day. Her hair was in a long french braid down the back of her head and it rested over one shoulder. She had a white bandana tied around it with a knot on top of her head like a cute little pin up girl. I’m not usually a fan of tons of makeup, but the black cat eyes and mascara made her green eyes pop. Just a hint of pink on those pretty lips that had spent so much time wrapped around my dick lately gave me the start of another boner. “I only have these boots”, she pulled out a pair of long black boots with pointed toes and spiky heels that looked like they belonged on a dominatrix. Grey found his voice before I could, “Definitely baby. The boots will look great”.

  I watched her slid them on and zip them up over her knee. “Maybe later you can wear them. Just them?” I kissed her neck, loving that she was just a bit taller than me in them. “Definitely.” “Let’s roll. It’s getting late”, Grey opened the door and verbally pushed us out. He shocked me again when he pulled her hand towards his precious Lola and handed her a helmet he had found in the garage. I didn’t say a word, but he saw my smile and shot me a little snarl when she wasn’t looking.

  I loved that she was getting absolutely giddy about the ride and the BBQ. “Hold on. Don’t lean. Don’t let go.” She kissed him and hopped on the back, “Yessir.” She gave him a little salute. “I get you on the way home”, I yelled over the roar of the revving engines. Smiles and thumbs up.

  It wasn’t far to the clubhouse, and we were only about a half hour late, but there were already over a hundred bikes in the parking lot. It was a family event until the sun went down when it would become and adult only affair. My angel in white would stand out against all the black t shirts, black kuttes and black jeans running around the yard. Despite the fact that she stood up to Belle at the store, I was just a little nervous that this would definitely scare her off.

  Belle never missed anything. I know she saw Joss get off of Grey’s bike, so I made it a point to take her hand and lead her towards Belle and Sammy, my step-dad and president of the club. “Baby boy, come hug your mama!”. She was tipsy already. Great. I hugged her back with one hand, not letting go of Joss. “Sammy, this is Joss, Joss you already met my mother, and this is her husband, Sammy”. Joss shook hands like a lady. “Nice to see you again, Belle. Good to meet you Sammy. Thank you for inviting me out today.”

  “Frankly, I am surprised to see you, girl. I figured they’d be done with you by now”. FML. “Jesus Belle”, I started but Joss put her hand on my chest and I shut my mouth. With a sweet smile she looked her straight in the eye and says “I tried to kick their asses to the curb but it’s hard to talk when your mouth is as full as mine has been.” Belle smiled like Cruella Deville. Sammy and the guys surrounding him laughed, “give this girl a drink”. Someone stuck something pink and ruity in her hand and she sucked it down with a little purple straw.

  Grey and I spent the day making sure our girl met as many people as possible and keeping her clear of Hurricane Belle’s path. Neither one of us let go of her, making it perfectly clear to everyone that she was with both of us. We knew better than to let her wander off, since she was, in that world, technically, unclaimed. By the time the picnic became a full blown bash, she was good and drunk and having the time of her life.

  “I lost her!”, I yelled in Grey’s ear, over the loud classic rock band’s rendition of “You Shook Me All Night Long”. Grey looked panicked for a second, until we both realized where she was. Our boring little accountant was dancing on the bar with a few of the club girls, having lost her inhibitions completely sometime after ten o’clock. The guys were literally drooling on her thigh high leather boots. A few of the club girls started to take their shirts off and Joss looked like she was ready to join them.

  Grey held his hand up towards her to try and coax her down but she chose that moment to body surf the crowd of rowdy drunken bikers that had gathered at her feet. Spread out like a starfish, they passed her across the crowd, grabbing her ass and thighs at every move. Luckily they passed her back to us, eventually. She was laughing her ass off and still singing along with the band. I couldn’t read the look on Grey’s face, but I swear it was jealousy.

  By midnight we sat the big booth in the back of the club with Sammy and some of his officers. Joss was passed out and sleeping like a baby in Grey’s arms, her legs stretched over my lap, The party was still rocking outside by the stage, but inside had quieted down. Joints were passed, beers were drank and still she slept, occasionally snoring slightly. Grey and I planned to let her sleep it off for awhile, before we took her home.

  I fucking hated Buckley. He was the club Treasurer and had been for several years. He was also a class A douchebag who really liked to listen to himself talk. “The club’s in better shape financially than it’s ever been. We don’t need to spread ourselves thin with another investment. I’m keeping as much as I can off the books, so we save a shit ton of money on taxes. Keep it under the table and pocket huge profits.” A few guys nodded their heads.

  My girl starts laughing against Grey’s chest. A giggle blew up into full blown hysterics. “What a fucking idiot”, she giggled. The room went
silent. ‘Go back to sleep Joss”. “Nope.” “Yep, baby, go back to sleep.” She giggled again, “OK, well if you want to see the club increase their chances of audit and find their way onto Federal radar, then listen to this idiot.” She cuddled back up to his chest and snored. Buckley slams his fist into the table, “Shut your whore up! You’re not gonna listen to this dumb cunt”.

  “Back off Buckley.” I jumped up to face him. “Leave her the fuck alone.” I got between him and Grey holding our passed out lover. “She’s a hundred times smarter and better educated than you are. If she says it’s wrong it’s fucking wrong.” “Sit Buckley”, Sammy commanded. Even pissed off, he knew better than argue with the Pres and dropped back into his seat. “Prospect, bring coffee for the lady. Grey, wake up the girl”.

  There was no way out of this one. “Baby, baby girl, wake up and talk to us.”, he coaxed and jiggled her, “baby, tell Sammy about the audit.” She smiled at me through sleepy eyes, yawned and stretched. “Sit up baby.” All eye were on her when she turned and faced the table. Of course there was a giggle and a snort., which didn’t exactly contribute to her credibility with the club. Sammy coaxed her a little “tell me why Buck’s wrong?”

  “Well, if you file and pay your returns online they are scanned and processed electronically. As long as they don’t over-exceed or under-exceed preset thresholds for a similar business they never see human hands and therefore escape scrutiny. The minute you’re late or under pay you fall into the hands of a Revenue Agent, who will review all of your files, and often will refer cases for audit. Baby, I might throw up soon.” She put her head back down on Grey’s shoulder and closed her eyes.

  “That’s bullshit!” Buckley blustered. Her head popped back up. “Actually it’s not. If you’re on time and paying regularly your chance of random audit is less than 1%. If you go into the collections it’s more like 80%. Of course then there’s the liens, hopefully you have all of your businesses set up properly so you don’t incur personal liability for corporate taxes and penalties.” Thankfully the prospect brings coffee and creamer and Sammy, that greedy bastard actually pours it for her. She has his full attention. She’s still drunk and making perfect sense but has absolutely no filters. “Buckley. One two buckley my shoe”, giggle snort, “You don’t know shit about finance. You don’t know ROI from and RBI.” I moved over next to her. “Drink your coffee baby.” She kissed me and stroked my face, “Mick, my energizer bunny”. They whole table roared, except Buck, except Sammy.