by Goode, Ella
Mom purses her lips but doesn’t say anything. Maybe I didn’t miss out on much if my whole life would have been her telling me I’m eating too much food. Still, the girl inside me yearns for her approval so I don’t eat either roll even when the yeasty smell wafts up after Michigan breaks one of his open and slathers butter all over it.
“Where are you working these days?” Mom asks after tearing her eyes away from Michigan devouring his bread.
“I’m the new office manager over at Wheels Up, an auto repair shop.”
“I was over at the church today and that old Mrs. Hardesty was there serving as the church secretary. She said you’d done a wonderful job there. It’s a shame you had to leave it. Mrs. Hardesty mentioned that the church is really shaken up and the interim pastors they’ve had in haven’t really caught on with the congregation. Some of them are even saying that your father should be allowed to come back. What do you think about that?”
The mention of Father makes me want to crawl into myself and it’s only when Michigan places a hand around my knee that I can take a breath. “I think he should not be in Fortune anymore,” I say.
“Time to move on to another topic,” Michigan orders. I give him a limp smile of relief which he acknowledges with a short nod. Under the table, his hand moves up my thigh until his thumb is nestled in the crease. My breath catches. I suppose that’s one way to distract me.
Across the table, Easy winks.
“Of course,” Mom says smoothly. She makes no indication she’s seen Michigan and me playing under the table. “I was at your house this afternoon with Michigan. I didn’t see much construction.”
Easy just shrugs. He doesn’t care that he was caught in a lie.
“We were doing a lot of renovations before. Additions and stuff,” I quickly interject.
“Oh, I'm sure there was.” She places a hand under her face and tilts her head coquettishly toward Easy. “Your guest room appears perfectly safe for occupancy.”
I know what she's saying. I suppose everybody else at the table knows what she's saying. She needs a place to stay and she wants to stay at our place.
The two men exchange glances but before they can say no, she charges ahead, laying out the perfect excuse. “I’m afraid of Annie’s father and the motel doesn’t provide much protection.”
I hadn’t thought that she would be in danger but then I hadn’t believed I would be in danger. She can’t be left alone. I lean over the table. “She's right. Who knows what he could do?”
Michigan grimaces and then reluctantly agrees. “How long is it you plan to stay with us?”
“Oh, not long. I thought I'd reconnect with Annie.” She smiles at me and I muster up one in response. “I’ve got some things to take care of in Minneapolis, but I wanted to be here to support you when you have to testify.”
“The trial’s not for another six months,” Easy objects.
“Well, if I have to stay that long, then so be it.”
Easy tries to hide his dismay and Michigan ducks his head so I can’t see his expression but I know neither of them wants her around for six months. But I’m warming to it. After all, I’m pregnant and having my mother around to help me might be easier.
When we get home Easy helps my mother carry in two large suitcases from the trunk of her car. He places them in the guest room, shows her where the bathroom is, and then tugs me into the bedroom where Michigan is getting ready for bed.
I don't think I've ever been so grateful that the addition gave us a little sanctuary. I don’t want her sharing a bathroom with Easy and Michigan. They are so delicious coming out of the shower, with their hair slicked down and droplets of water clinging to their hard muscles. That’s something only I should see.
“I’m sorry. I know you didn't want her here, but I couldn’t leave her out there as a target for my father.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Easy says rubbing his hand along my back.
Michigan stands at the French doors that lead out onto the patio with his hands shoved into his pockets. His wide shoulders face me as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“We’re just worried about you. You and the baby.”
“How do you feel about the baby? You haven’t said anything all night.”
He pushes away from the doors and comes to drop between my knees. He places a large hand on each of my legs and pushes them apart to make room for himself.
“I can’t believe it,” he admits. He lowers his head and kisses the interior of my jeans-clad leg. “I never thought this could be my life. You, Easy and now our kid? It’s too much for me.”
My heart breaks a little at the wonder and reverence in his voice. Easy joins me on the bed and tugs on the bottom of my shirt. I hold it down. “I don't think I can tonight.”
“What are you talking about?” He frowns and tugs again. I bat at his hands but he’s unmovable.
“Mom’s next door.”
It's one thing to have loud, headbanging sex with two men when it's in the privacy of your own home. With my mother next door, though, I’m afraid even a bathroom is not enough distance.
“Then you’re going to have to be real quiet,” Easy says and whips my shirt off. He lifts me up and Michigan attacks my jeans and it seems like barely a second has passed and I’m left wearing only my panties and bra.
I struggle in his grasp and it surprises him into releasing me. “I just can’t.”
I run to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The click of the lock sounds loud. I know that they hear it. I cringe thinking that they are going to be offended. Especially Michigan. But I just need a moment.
I sit on the toilet, grateful that the seat is down. I place my elbows on my knees and drop my head into my hands and just concentrate on breathing. I know crying isn’t going to solve a single thing but I'm just so frustrated, so torn up inside.
The emotions of the day are overwhelming me. I don't know what to do without my father. The thought of testifying against him is so terrible I just never want that day to come. I want him to plead out. I actually just want him to go away forever. And part of me wants my mom to disappear too. She abandoned me for years. She kept in contact with my father but not with me even knowing how desperate I was for contact. And now she shows up.
It's all too much.
I place a hand over my belly. Inside there is a little person that I made with Michigan and Easy. I don't even know how to be a mother. I don't think I can look at my father as a good example because he never truly loved me. No one who could hurt me like that could have truly loved me.
The only people who love me are the two men outside in the bedroom and I don't want to lose them. I don't want to feel sorry for myself anymore. I straighten and then splash a little cold water on my face. Drying my face off, I go back into the bedroom.
Michigan has returned to his station by the doors and Easy’s lying on the bed, flipping through the channels. He turns off the TV the minute the door opens.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“There's nothing to apologize for.” He pats the bed and I crawl over to burrow into his embrace. On my other side I feel the bed dip as Michigan joins us. “This was a really big day.”
“Why don’t you get some rest,” Michigan says, drawing his hand down my back.
“And if I don’t want to rest?” I ask turning to look over my shoulder.
“What about your mom?” He bends forward and licks the base of my neck. I shiver.
“Nothing should come between us. It's important for us to be together, and what other people think shouldn’t be dictating what we do in the bedroom.”
He curls around my back, threading his legs through mine. His voice is a husky whisper at my ear. “Then we’ll have to be real quiet, won’t we?”
I learn that I’m only able to keep quiet when something’s in my mouth. Easy and Michigan take turns holding me down, covering my mouth, and whispering dirty things in my ears.
When Michigan rolls on
his back, Easy settles between my legs. He strips away the panties and drapes each leg over Michigan’s hard thighs until every inch of me is exposed.
“We’re going to take you hard and long and you’re going to be quiet the whole time.”
Michigan wraps his hand around my hair and drags my mouth to his. Easy plunges two fingers inside me.
“Ahh, sweet girl. Your cunt is so hungry for us. It’s milking my hand like it hasn’t had cock in days.”
His filthy words make me arch up in want, reacting to the throaty desire in his voice. His hands curl around my thighs but instead of bending down, he lifts me up so that my sex is level with his mouth. Michigan’s tongue ravages my mouth while I hang suspended between the two men. One is holding me up and the other is holding me down. I struggle in their grasps, not because I want to get away but because I want more.
I moan the word against Michigan’s mouth. I thrust myself harder onto Easy’s devouring tongue. I twist and squirm and whimper until they drop me onto the bed. Easy strips and then pulls me to the corner of the bed. “I think she wants cock, brother.”
Michigan slaps a hand over my mouth to keep my high-pitched, keening cry from filling the room.
“How tight is her pussy?” Michigan asks. He thrusts his fingers into my mouth and I suckle on them, wishing it was his hard dick.
“Real tight. She’s squeezing me hard.” Easy sounds like he’s strangling. His head is tossed back and his fingers are dug into my hips, bruising me in the best way. “You want ass or mouth?”
“Ass,” Michigan replies immediately. I whimper around his fingers and Easy laughs.
“Oh, she wants that too. She’s clamped down hard.”
“You want that, sweetheart?” Michigan strokes my face. “You need my cock up your ass?”
I nod vigorously. “You sure this is okay with her pregnant?” Michigan unzips his pants and tosses them aside.
“Yes, they said it was fine.”
“You asked them about ass play specifically?” Michigan raises his eyebrows. Easy slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up effortlessly. “No.” I shudder as the movement rubs me in a dozen different places.
“I did,” Easy says. He lies back and takes me with him, holding my cheeks apart for Michigan’s pleasure. “The nurse said it was all fine so long as you don’t switch it up.”
“What dumbshit does that?”
“Can we stop talking about it and do it already?” I pant.
They both laugh, no doubt taken off guard by my needy commands, but my body is aching for a release.
“Yes, ma’am,” Michigan says and his beautiful smile lights up his face as he readies me with his thumb. Even that small amount of friction has me crying out, a sound captured by Easy’s mouth.
Easy holds me still as Michigan works his way in. He’s so big and I’m already so full. The pleasure skates close to the edge of pain but he stretches me inch by little inch. He plants both feet on the floor and pushes forward until he’s fully seated.
And then Easy and Michigan begin their dance. It’s smooth and slow, one withdrawing while the other plunges in. The sensation of being surrounded by them, being immersed in their flesh, reduces me to the basest level. I’m just nerves, need and heat.
They stoke my fire until I’m a spire of flame. I grip Easy’s shoulders, my nails digging crescent moons into his hot flesh. I feel Michigan’s mouth on my back and my neck. He sucks a bruise on the apple of my shoulder, then one on my upper arm.
Their arms cage me and their bodies press me between them, grinding us together until we are one being, in perfect orgasmic harmony.
Chapter Six
Easy
I wake up the next morning near dawn when Michigan kicks me under the covers. Annie’s curled into me, and Michigan, who usually spoons her, is raised on one arm waiting for me to come to attention.
When my eyes flick open, he jerks his head toward the door.
Getting up is a chore. Annie’s tits are plastered against my arm and her knee is slung across my thigh. Yesterday morning, when I woke up like this Michigan had already left. My hand wandered between Annie’s legs, found she was wet and I proceeded to fuck her silly before either of us got up. I want a repeat.
I shake my head and lift the sheet slightly to point at my morning wood. Michigan rolls his eyes and climbs out of bed.
I stumble out into the kitchen leaving the slumbering Annie hugging a pillow. She murmured something and rolled around looking for one of our hard bodies. I figure if she doesn’t have something tucked around her, the emptiness will wake her up. Not going to lie. It feels good to have her search us out even in her sleep. She's getting used to us, needing us.
“What’s up?” I ask. Michigan is fully dressed, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I have my underwear on. He hands me a cup of coffee and opens up the slider.
I take a long gulp of the coffee and then step outside.
“She hit on me,” Michigan says. He stares at the tree line at the back of our property.
Good thing I wasn’t drinking because I probably would have sprayed coffee all over him.
“Mrs. Bloom?”
“That's right. Yesterday she told me that Annie wasn’t woman enough for two men and that I should try someone with more experience.”
I raise my eyebrows. “So she thought you’d be open to it?”
“Shit, I guess. But I don’t understand why. I wasn't real welcoming when I came home and saw she was staking out the house.”
“You tell Annie?”
“No. At this point, I think Annie’s overwhelmed and I don’t want to bother her with this shit, but her mom can’t stay around here. For one thing, I don’t want to be fending off her weak-ass passes all the time. For another, we got shit in this house that she shouldn't know about.”
I give him a nod. We've got an arsenal of weapons, most of it unregistered, with no serial numbers. We’ve also got stuff that we shouldn’t have in terms of weapons. Most of that shit is at the granary but we’re not putting all of our eggs in one basket because if shit goes down, we want our own armory at the ready. “So either one of us has to be home with her at all times or she’s gone.”
“I don't even get why there’s an ‘either or’ proposition. I don’t want her here. She's just causing Annie a lot of grief.”
“How do you propose we kick her out without causing Annie a lot more grief?” Michigan drains the rest of his coffee and leaves for the munitions plant.
I call Judge.
“Pretty early in the morning to be calling your prez,” he says. In the background I can hear the soft murmur of his old lady’s voice. They were probably getting ready to do what I wanted to with Annie.
“I wanted to run something by you before we have church tonight.”
“Lay it on me.”
I explain a few things to him. He listens silently until I’m done.
“I’m okay with that plan. You really think some hoity-toity commune chick is going to want to get down at a biker mash?”
“She’s a hungry cunt. This is a woman who is used to using her pussy to protect herself. And I don’t got a real problem with that. But she can't be around Annie because she’s bad news.”
“That’s fine with me. Talk to Abel if you need a third. It’ll be his initiation play.”
“About the other thing, you talk to the mayor?”
Judge sighs. “Not yet. It’s a big marker to call in but it’s your marker. So if this is how you want to roll, I’ll back your play and so will the club. You and Michigan have taken care of a lot of the club’s problems since Michigan patched in. We take care of our own.”
“Serving time for a worthy cause ain’t a problem for me, but I don’t want to leave Annie alone. Not now. Particularly not when she's pregnant. I want to be around my kids when they’re growing up so it seems like if there's ever a time to call a marker it’d be this time.”
“Hundred percent agree.”
I go
inside and start breakfast. Eggs, toast, some yogurt for Annie. The smell of cooking bacon must’ve roused Mrs. Bloom because she stumbles out of her bedroom wearing only a short satin night robe. Any ties or closures must have gotten left off because the only way that she keeps it closed is a hand clutched tit-high. She conveniently forgets when she reaches for a cup of coffee and the robe hangs open to reveal a sheer light green teddy underneath. For an older woman, she’s got a good body and maybe if I wasn’t balls deep in love with her daughter, I’d have taken this woman up on her clumsy offer. But all I feel is pity. She’s obviously gotten the boot from her farmer and is looking for a new protector.
There are men out there like that, but it isn’t me and it isn’t Michigan. I doubt it’s anyone in the Death Lords crew, either.
“Oh my goodness, is that coffee? I cannot function without a cup of coffee.” Her bare arm brushes mine.
I'm reminded suddenly that I'm standing around wearing my jockeys and nothing more. Her eyes wander all over me, lingering on my groin.
“Think I’ll go and change.” I set down the spatula on the side and turn the burner down.
“Oh, don't go changing on my account. I quite like the view.” She boldly runs a hand over my chest down to the top of my underwear. Her finger hangs in the elastic as if she’s going to jerk the fabric down. I leap back.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
She tilts her head and widens her eyes. “I thought I saw some grease splattered. What's wrong with you?”
“Grease, my ass,” I grumble and flee to the safety of my bedroom. Annie’s propped up against the headboard eating some crackers.
“We feeling okay this morning?” I settle beside her and brush her hair behind her ear.
“A little queasy. Michigan brought me some stuff.” She waves a hand toward the crackers and water.
“You need me to call in sick today?” She looks pale.
“No, I know what's going to happen now so I just need to lie here and eat my crackers until I don’t feel like I need to throw up.” She places her warm palm on my chest and I lean into it. This is a touch I want and my cock jerks in response. “Did my mom see you like this? I think I'm jealous.”
