Rebel Chasers

by Carmen Faye

  “Was his dad into motorcycles?”

  “Cars. Very much into hot-rods. There’s a ‘67 Mustang in the garage. Well, the body is a ‘67 Mustang, everything else is high-end and high-powered. Even the engine. I don’t think there’s much ‘Ford’ left to the thing. His father was seriously into street racing. You know, racing other people for pink slips.”

  “What does that mean?” Sydney asked.

  Shayla looked back to Sydney. “It means that if you lost the race, you lost your car.”

  “Exactly,” Amanda agreed.

  “Wow. That would suck!”

  Amanda looked back to Sydney in the rearview mirror. “He was in more than one fight after a race, that’s for sure. A lot of passion goes into making those street racers. He won many more than he lost. When he died we had five hot-rods that Neil helped sell. Those brought in some serious money.”

  “Not selling the Mustang though, huh?” Sydney asked.

  “No, not yet,” Amanda said with a soft smile. “Not ready to let that one go.”

  Shayla found the games fun to watch. The girls were very serious about their soccer, and amazingly aggressive. Sandy, the youngest, was a little monster out there, but Jill was a demon and scored five times that game.

  “She’s so fucking powerful,” Sandy said next to Shayla after her game, and then covered her mouth and looked up at Shayla in alarm.

  Shayla gave her a smile. “Don’t worry about it, but don’t let your mom hear you talk like that.”

  “No way,” Sandy said grimly. “So… you’re my brother’s girlfriend?”

  “Yes,” Shayla nodded.

  “And so is Sydney?”

  “Yes.”

  “Which one of you was first?”

  “Both at the same time,” Shayla replied.

  “And you didn’t mind?”

  “Well,” said Shayla, “Sydney and I have been friends since high school. We were just a little older than your sister. Best friends. We did most things together. We went to college together, we got scholarships together. So, really it doesn’t surprise me that we both fell in love together.”

  “This is your first time in love?”

  “Yes, it really is,” Shayla told her.

  “Wow. I fall in love all the time,” Sandy confessed.

  “What about Jill?”

  “She used to, but now it’s all about soccer. So, unless he has a ball in his hand when they meet, and can beat her on the field after that, he doesn’t stand much of a chance.”

  Dinner was a lot of laughter. The girls were still excited about their games and their plays. After their initial curiosity, Sandy and Jill just accepted them like it was nothing. Shayla got the sense that Neil could do no wrong in their eyes—even dating two girls. There was some serious hero worship going on in their relationship.

  Jill really was all about soccer, and apparently Sydney played before she and Shayla met. She was pretty good, to hear her tell of it. Though she admitted she wasn’t good enough for scholarship, which is why she quit and went for an academic scholarship.

  “You both got one?” Jill asked. “Those are tough. Serious brain work.”

  After dinner they got lots of hugs and were asked to come back the next week. They promised they would.

  Back at their apartment, they curled up against Neil and ate popcorn and watched a thriller together. Just before nine, Sandy sent Shayla a text: Nite!

  She texted back: Sweet dreams.

  She set her phone back down and rubbed her hand on Neil’s chest, then his arm. “They’re good girls.”

  “Yeah, they really are,” Sydney agreed.

  “How did it go with Amanda?” Neil asked.

  “Well,” Shayla said, as Sydney looked at her with pleading eyes, “After the initial nervousness passed, it was good.”

  I love you, Sydney mouthed to her, making her smile.

  “She pull your covers with the dealing?” Neil asked.

  “Yes!” Sydney answered. “God! I almost died!”

  Neil smiled, and they finished watching the movie.

  Sex that night was beautiful. Shayla felt so much a part of them she prayed that, when she conceived, it would be during a moment like this one. A baby made during this kind of love had to come into the world perfect.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  When Neil came through the door on Wednesday his face was blank and all business—instantly telling Shayla that something was up, and that something was related to the club.

  Sydney lifted and eyebrow in her direction and she nodded in return and raised her palm slightly, signaling they should let him be for the moment. She didn’t need to be a mind reader to see that Neil’s iron gray eyes were hard and his shoulders straight. Sydney silently agreed and they moved to the dining room table.

  “Anton wants you to call him,” Neil told Shayla at last.

  She picked up her phone and called the man using the speaker function.

  “What’s up, Anton?”

  “Well, I know you ordered three, which is cool, but I sent over four. I’m going to sell you them at eighteen each instead of twenty.”

  Shayla quirked a grin at Sydney and then turned back to the phone. “What’s wrong with them?”

  “Nothing. Nothing at all. They’ll weigh out and test good—great even.”

  “Well if that turns out to be true, then I’ll call you back and we’ll talk,” she told him.

  “Hear from you soon then, babe,” Anton said, and broke the connection.

  Business was business and personal was personal, and this was business. Neil was telling them that with his lack of emotion and blank face. He didn’t even grab Sydney’s round little butt, which he was apt to do more often that he grabbed Shayla’s. But then he fondled hers more often, which she enjoyed much more. But this time there was no kiss, no fondle. Something was up, and he was out of it, probably because it was between them and Anton.

  It was actually a compliment Shayla reasoned. He obviously felt that they could handle it without his help, instead of coming in and telling them what they should say or how they should play it—which was the typical male response to these situations.

  They weighed and tested all four kilos, and they came up good. Even a couple of grams over. So she called him back on the speaker phone so Sydney could join in.

  “All right, they test, so we’ll take them at eighteen. Thanks for the discount,” Shayla said as soon as he answered.

  “No worries. So, Saturday I’ll give you the same deal,” he told her.

  Sydney shook her head. “No, we won’t need any this Saturday, but thanks.”

  “This is a really good deal here,” Anton insisted.

  Shayla crossed her arms. “Yeah, but we don’t like coke sitting around very long in the house. If we’re raided and found with cash, that’s one thing. But coke—that’s a whole different kind of heat and we don’t want it.”

  “So, sell it!” Anton said, exasperated. “I mean, ladies, what’s the deal?”

  “You mean, those cunts, right?” Shayla asked blandly.

  After a pause, he said, “Who you been talking to?”

  “You, actually. We were at the Blue Havana last night as well when you said, ‘Those fucking cunts, Syd and Shay, better get their shit together,’ as we passed by your group.” Shayla told him, her voice remaining dry and flat.

  “Well, sorry—“

  Shayla cut him off. “But it’s got nothing to do with that. Just didn’t want you wasting more breath buttering us up. Obviously you have your opinion, and that’s cool. We decided to lay low for a while. Some personal interests have come up, and twenty-four-hour coke hustling is interfering. So, we’re taking a break. First time in two years. I think we deserve that.”

  “Yeah, but now I’ve got coke sitting around that I had tagged for you two. That’s not cool.”

  “Well, shit, Anton. Hassle some of the other dealers you got, like the Gomez brothers or someone. We’re still doing thr
ee kilos a week, which is more than most of them,” she told him.

  “Fuck the Gomez brothers. Fucking traitors. I’ll be dealing with them soon enough,” he blurted, and then paused and composed himself. “Alright. So, you’re into something, and need to back off for a while. No problem. Like you say, you’re still doing three K’s every week like clockwork, so, alright. I’ll even do the same deal for you next Wednesday. Can we do that? Four K’s for eighteen? That’s good profit there.”

  She looked at Sydney, who shrugged and then nodded. “Yeah, alright,” she told him. “If they’re like this, we’ll take them.”

  “Alright, and no more cunt stuff. I promise. You didn’t deserve that,” Anton added.

  “No, we don’t,” Shayla told him, and then broke the connection.

  She looked over at Neil. “So, alright, we called him. Can you put your face back on now? Give us a kiss? Let me suck your cock? Fondle my ass like you want to fuck it until Saturday?”

  “You trying to tell me you want it in your ass?” Neil asked dryly.

  “That thick thing? No. Maybe on your birthday,” she said with a smile.

  Sydney settled herself down into his lap. “I might want to give that a try. If you let me get it in first, before you do your animal sex thing.”

  “See,” Shayla said, “There are definite benefits to having two lovers. If one doesn’t want to do it, chances are the other might.”

  “More benefits than that,” Neil told her.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “You think I bought into this just for the sex?” Neil asked.

  “Well, seemed like it might be one of the top three on the list,” Shayla answered.

  “Never occurred to you that I might seriously love you both? That I enjoy your company? Like the other night when you told me all about your company research? I really dug that. And Sunday night on the couch was really good, and so was the day with my family. It’s not just two girls, it’s you two, Sydney and Shayla. That’s where the benefits are.”

  “Um, back up,” Shayla said, lifting a finger. “Did you just say you loved us?”

  “Both of you, yes,” Neil told her. Then he picked up Sydney like she weighed nothing and set her on the couch beside him and reached into his jacket pocket as he got up from the couch. He pulled out two black velvet ring cases. He opened one and took the ring out, and gently slid it onto Sydney’s hand. Then he walked over to Shayla and took her hand, which was shaking with so many emotions she couldn’t name them, and put the other ring on her finger. Then he kissed her and she fucking melted.

  “Oh fucking hell, Neil,” she whimpered, and he picked her up and brought her to the couch, where a still stunned Sydney waited. He gave Sydney a kiss as well and she rose up, and nearly attacked him with sexual need.

  He kissed and fondled them for a long time, but at last he stood up once more, setting Shayla to the side. “Got to get the money back.”

  “What? You’re going to drop this bomb on us and just leave?” she whimpered.

  “Yeah, I am. Have too. I got another run to make after this.”

  She and Sydney gathered themselves and stood. “Alright, we’ll go get the rest of the money. Be right back.”

  They fetched the bills and then, with pixie smiles, they stripped down to their thongs and came back out.

  They put the money into his case and then Shayla handed it to him. “Well, we’re going to put the coke in the safe, and since we don’t have any deliveries to make tonight, we’re going to satisfy ourselves with each other. Hopefully you’ll get back in time before we exhaust ourselves and fall asleep.”

  Neil looked them over as they stood meeting his eyes with their hands on their hips, daring him to say something.

  “See you soon, then,” he told them. And then he walked out the door, closing it firmly behind him.

  “Shit,” Sydney said, “I can’t believe he just left like that.”

  “Well,” she told her, “Business is business and we got to go when we got to go. Right?”

  “Yeah, but… I mean… God, is this ring fucking gorgeous or what?” Sydney said, distracted by the gleaming on her finger.

  Then the door swung back open, scaring the crap out of both of them, and Neil came back inside slamming it behind him. He took Shayla immediately by the arm and put her backward on the couch, kneeling with her ass in the air and her hands on the back. Pulling down her thong he pushed his cock into her and she gripped the back and cried out with absolute pleasure and agony.

  He immediately began fucking her while she swore she loved him, and that she was his, and would always be his. Her adorations panted out of her as her orgasm rose to climax.

  Then he put Sydney beside her on the couch and fucked her senseless too. After that, he told them to suck his cock, which they did, mercilessly, until he climaxed.

  When he left this time, they bolted the door behind him and giggled fiercely.

  “I knew that would work,” she told Sydney.

  “Can we still…” Sydney asked.

  She looked her over and said, “Yeah, alright. Let’s get the coke put away first though, alright?”

  “Yeah, alright.”

  Sydney was wild with her once they were in bed together, and brought her to several screaming climaxes, using what Sydney called ‘scissors’ and going down on her. Sydney’s tongue was unusually effective. She felt as though Sydney was in her mind, knowing when to suck, when to lick and where nearly as soon as the desires surfaced. She tried to give as good as she got, but really felt she missed the mark, though Sydney showed no sign of complaint.

  “Did you like that?” Sydney asked her afterward.

  “Fuck yes,” she said, still panting from her last climax.

  “I watched a thing on the Internet called, ‘How to Eat Pussy.’”

  “Seriously?” she asked Sydney, surprised.

  “Yeah.” Sydney nodded. “I’m really into, you Shay. I mean, I’ve always loved you, but, I’m really into you as well. And since you’re the only girl I’ve ever been with, and also the only girl I’ll ever be with, I wanted to learn how to treat you right.”

  “So, you’ve been trolling lesbian sites?” she asked her.

  “A little, yeah. I’m not into the lesbian scene, but I’m really into you. I’m just as into you as I am into Neil,” Sydney confessed, and then bit her lip.

  Shayla pulled her lip out from her teeth with her finger and kissed her. “Thank you, Syd. Really. I’ll try to learn how to be good to you too, alright?”

  Sydney smiled. “I’ll send you the link then.”

  “Yeah, alright. I’ll watch it,” Shay agreed. “Maybe we should take each other a little more seriously. Neil seems to be taking us seriously. And you’re right, these are fucking beautiful rings.”

  Sydney looked at hers again. “We should have bands made, two each. One for each other and one for Neil. We can have then put together like wedding bands are done. Do you know what I mean?”

  “Yeah, I get it. I like that. We’ll each find our own design. That would be perfect,” she said, and kissed her.

  “So, it doesn’t bother you that I’m completely lesbo for you?” Sydney asked shyly.

  “Is that what you are?”

  “Yes. And, honestly, I kind of have been from the start. I kind of figured it weirded you out, so I never said anything. But after that first night, I was seriously hooked on you.”

  “Well, let’s see,” Shayla said. “My best friend ever, who I love very much, is seriously into to giving me great orgasms.” She shrugged. “I don’t see a downside here.”

  “You don’t need to make a joke about it,” Sydney replied, and started to turn away.

  “Syd, I’m not, honestly,” Shayla insistd, pulling her back. “Okay, I’m a little nervous, alright? I’m not sure what to say or what is expected, or what you need. I’ve always felt that this was a special thing between us, but not a couple thing, you know? I’ve never thought of it being just you
and me, and it sounds like you have.”

  Sydney nodded her head but looked away, tears welling up in her eyes.

  “Baby,” Shayla said. “I didn’t know. I really didn’t. You never even hinted about this. Not once,” she explained softly. “So, like, give me a little slack, alright? I do love you, and I enjoy being with you. Can’t that be enough? We’re with Neil now, so it will always be me and you too. Right?”