by Eden Rose
The last thing that I need is for the prospect to think that we’re friends. It throws off the whole dynamic at the club and ruins the respect that he’s supposed to have for me. Plus, I don’t want to talk about how I feel regarding Britney.
He throws his hands up and walks away from me. “The Nile River isn’t just in Egypt, brother.”
That mother fucker! “I’ll kick your ass!” I call after him and he’s chuckling at me.
Michelle, one of the girls that’s constantly getting inked, is walking past me with a swagger to her walk. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey, pretty lady. What did you get done this time?”
She stops in front of me to throw her hair over her shoulders and pumps out her tits for me to see. “Well, I’ll show you if you want to come somewhere private.”
I smirk at her, totally knowing what her game is. “Nah, Michelle. It’s my turn to go get some ink.”
Michelle pouts a little with her leathery face. “Too bad.”
“Another time, doll face. It’s my turn!” Walking away from her, I take a deep breath the minute I cross over into Flip’s cubicle.
What I see isn’t something I expected to see when I walked back here, though. I’m going to tell you that it pisses me right off that my own brother is flirting with Britney.
Flip has Britney caged against his chest and he’s whispering something in her ear that makes her giggly. “Flip!” I yell to alert him that I’m standing right here.
“We’ll talk later, precious,” he replies to Britney who’s walking away on wobbly legs.
“Bye, gorgeous.”
She smiles at us while walking out of the cubicle. The minute she’s gone, I whirl on Flip. “What the fuck’s up with that?” I demand. My feet are shoulder length apart and I’ve got my arms crossed over my chest waiting for whatever he’s about to throw at me.
He smirks. “Nothing to report yet, but I will when there is. You ready, man?”
BRITNEY
I’m worse than a fucking fly. I’m a god damned whore who can’t keep her mind straight.
Mack Truck has made it his mission to demonstrate the lack of feelings he has for me over the course of the past few years. I get it, he doesn’t like me like that. Every damn time I talk to another guy, he inserts himself in the damn conversation as if he was in it all along. The man is fucking crazy!
By the time I get back to my desk, I look out the window trying to catch my breath. Flip knocks me off balance but the both of them? That’s knocking my whole world off kilter.
Flip’s playful and romantic behavior towards me has me all confused. He’s such a good looking guy and any girl would be lucky to have him. I want him. I want him so much that I can’t see straight.
However, that skanky side of me, wants Mack Truck, too.
I twist a chunk of hair around my index finger while staring outside. Absentmindedly, I shove a stick of gum in my mouth and begin chewing on it to help ease the nerves.
Actually, to help soothe my horniness.
It’s a quiet day which gives me too much time to think about my life and how I’m not where I want to be. Aiden needs a good father figure. Someone that’s going to help him pick up girls and go fishing. Not just a mom who wants to protect her little baby.
Luckily for me, the phone starts ringing breaking me out of my trance. “Get Skinned?” I answer.
There’s a gust of air on the other end of the line. “May I speak to Britney Lewis please?” A male voice answers my greeting.
Shit! “This is she.”
“Ms. Lewis, we need you to come down to the school. There’s been a fight between Aiden and another kid in class.”
“What are you talking about?” I demand hoping that I heard the guy wrong.
“I’m Mr. Cummings, the school principal. Aiden has been sent to the principal’s office for fighting with another kid. We have a zero tolerance policy on school violence. We need you to pick him up right away.”
“There must be a mistake! Aiden would never do that.” Aidan is a nice kid who wouldn’t raise his fist to anyone- this must be a mistake.
The principal takes a deep breath before answering me. “It seems as if a student in Aiden’s class called you a bad name and your son wanted to protect your virtue. Nonetheless, we do need you to come get your son from school.”
I rub the bridge of my nose in order to ease some of the tension that’s brewing. This headache is going to be fucking terrible. “I will be right there.” I hang up the phone and gather all my shit up to get ready to leave. “Flip!” I call towards the back.
“Yeah, precious?” His silky voice calls back to me giving me shivers all down my spine.
“What’s going on, gorgeous?” Mack Truck answers as well. The deep timber of his voice is like a jumpstart to my soul.
Focus!
“I need to leave. Aiden got into a fight at school. I’m so sorry!”
The two Lucifer’s Lair members walk out of the back where Mack Truck was getting inked with their shirts off. Fuck me. My mouth grows dry but the place between my legs grows wet.
My eyes don’t know which chiseled chest to look at first. They are both equally sexy. Both are full of tattoos, pierced nipples and valleys of muscles.
Where Flip’s tattoos blend together to create a masterpiece, Mack Truck’s are individual ones. Even though they are so different in so many ways, they are both too sexy for me to be watching.
“What happened?” Flip asks me while wiping his hands free of the latex from his gloves. My eyes follow the movement of his strong fingers working into his strong hands.
For just a second, I imagine those strong fingers working my body. Giving me all of the orgasm I’ve needed since I laid eyes on him.
“Uh,” I stutter. Did he just say something? What the hell did he just say? Who is expected to follow simple words when two gods are half naked in front of them.
My dry spell is starting to bother me more than ever becoming too painful for me to talk to them.
Mack Truck walks closer to me and Flip follows behind him. I stand as still as a statute while waiting for whatever is about to happen. With Flip at my front and the other man at my back, I can’t help but fantasize what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two men naked.
I bet it would feel amazing to be wrapped up in each other’s arms while fucking each other into the abyss.
Flip’s breath fans across my cheek causing me to shake a little from the anticipation. “What’s wrong, precious? You seem a little stressed,” he taunts me in my ear.
The other one couldn’t resist the urge to taunt for too long because now he’s piping in. “Yeah, what’s wrong? You seem a little, uh, tense.”
Shit!
Knowing that I need to go and take care of my son, I duck out of the hot man sandwich and grab my keys before running out the door.
Does this make me a bad mother? Does it make me a horrible person to be attracted to two guys that belong to the same motorcycle club? I’m beginning to think that I’m worse than the other sluts at the club. They fuck a guy and then it’s done. Here I am, obsessing over two guys.
What’s worse? Even if I were to get my fantasy, neither of them would be interested in something full term. I’m tired of being a fly, I know that much. I’m tired of feeling as if I’m just a couple of holes for the guys to fuck and I need something more.
Aidan needs something more.
By the time I get to Aidan’s school, my head is such a mess that a psychiatrist would have a blast figuring me out. Why can’t I just want one or the other? Why does it have to be both? Am I really that big of a whore?
I throw my car in park and run into the school looking for my son. The second I get in through the front door, I see Aidan’s little redhaired head down in his hands like he knows he’s in trouble. I rush into the office, heading straight for my son.
“What happened?” I ask him as I crouch down to get on his level. I know from previous
experiences that when he gets upset, it’s best not to touch him. Let him work himself out of his mood before it gets worse.
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, I know you don’t want to talk about it but I need to know. I need to know what caused you to hit someone in your class,” I press on.
“Mrs. Lewis,” a male voice addresses me from behind. “Right? We are just waiting for Mr. Lewis to come.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head at the thought of David showing up here to have a conversation about our son. Like he gives a shit about anything other than his police force.
Oh, did I forget to mention that? David’s the captain of the police force.
I look over my right shoulder to see a man about my age with shaggy blond hair and a kind smile. I stand up while facing him. I don’t hide the fact that I’m trying to figure out how this cute guy ended up being an elementary school principal. “It’s Miss, actually. You can call me Britney. Are you Mr. Cummings?”
He holds his hand out towards me and I place mine in his hand to greet him properly. His large hand engulfs mine completely. I felt a teeny zap of excitement from his touch but nothing like the two men who have been starring in my fantasy.
“I am. Pleasure to meet you, Britney. Care to step into my office?” He asks me while still holding my hand.
I look at Aidan and see that he’s still staring at the ground. “Aidan, are you going to be okay out here so mom can talk to your principal?” I ask him.
Without waiting for an answer that I know won’t be coming, I follow behind Mr. Cummings into what I assume is his office.
See what I mean? I’m worse than the whores at the club because now I’m checking out my son’s principal! I need to get laid.
Once we are in his small office, I hold onto the handle of my purse just to have something to do with my hands. “So, what happened today?” I ask him standing awkwardly at the door.
“Please take a seat,” he suggests and sits behind his desk. I take a seat and cross my legs. “A student in Aidan’s class called you a bad name. From what I’ve heard from the teacher, this has been going on for quite some time.”
“You mean to tell me that my six year old son is being bullied in first grade and no one told me?” I demand as my emotions get higher and higher.
Mr. Cummings raises his hands in the air to stop me. “No, it’s nothing like that. The kid picks on a lot of people but your son… he egged it on today.”
I shake my head vehemently. “You’re wrong. Aidan wouldn’t do something like that.”
“Has something changed in your household recently? Maybe you have a new boyfriend or something? Have you been fighting with his father?”
Is he asking me if I have a boyfriend because he wants to know or… Is he flirting with me?
“No.”
He smiles a little and I can make out two dimples on either side of his mouth. How cute! “I’ve seen several of my students act out after their mother starts seeing someone new.”
Shaking my head again, I tilt it to the side trying to assess the situation. “What did the kid call me that set Aidan off?” It’s not important, really. Aidan shouldn’t have punched someone in class. I didn’t raise him to do something like this, but I’m happy he’s willing to protect my honor.
“Uh, I don’t feel comfortable sharing that word with a woman. Just know that we have a zero-tolerance policy on fighting in school,” he reminds me.
“I understand. What are you suggesting, Mr. Cummings?”
I cross my fingers in hopes that Aidan’s not going to be expelled from the first grade. Oh, sweet jesus! That would just be great.
“Please call me Neal.”
Smiling, I respond with: “Neal.”
He smiles back at me. “In normal circumstances, in school suspension would be administered, but I know this isn’t something that has happened in the past.”
Letting out a deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I smile bigger. “That’s great news!”
“Also, in normal circumstances, when a pretty woman is seated in front of me so beautifully, I would ask her out on a date.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
MACK TRUCK
There is something refreshingly beautiful when a woman cares more about her son than her job. I grew up in a house with two junky parents who didn’t give a fuck about my little sister or me. Only about their damn fix.
It was annoying as shit. I had to explain to my teachers repeatedly why my parents wouldn’t come to conferences or any of that shit. It’s because they were too busy drinking or shooting up.
What sucked worse, their work habits got more extreme after everything happened with my sister, Kayla.
My side is burning from my new tattoo, but I’m loving the burn. It’s a strong one that makes me feel alive and takes my mind off of Britney a little more.
“So, what’s the deal with Britney?” Flip asks me casually.
I turn my head to look at him with a slow smirk. “What do you mean?”
He chuckles. “For once, just answer a fucking question!”
“I like her… I just don’t know. Why?” There has to be a reason why he asked me this. We’re close, but we don’t talk about our hopes and dreams.
“I like her, man. Just wanted to let you know that I do like her.”
I nod my head, already knowing that. Flip doesn’t hide shit very well and I knew he liked her all along. “Yeah, I know.”
He shrugs and begins the outline to the second part of the tattoo. “Are we going to have problems with this?” He asks me.
“What kind of problems?” I’m not willing to admit that I know what he’s talking about. I’m going to let him be the one to come right out and say it.
One thing that The Bear doesn’t tolerate is fighting over women. Which is understandable considering us being a club of 1%’ers and not a bunch of pussies.
Is it just me or did he dig the needle deeper into my skin? “What the fuck?” I growl at him and jerk away.
He chuckles. “The kind of problems where it’s going to affect our club.”
I shake my head. “In the end it comes down to what Britney wants,” I mumble.
He shrugs and continues laying the ink on my skin. We’re about done when he chuckles to himself. “Are we talkin’ about sharin’ her like she’s some fly?” He asks me incredulously.
It’s my turn to shrug. “I guess if that’s what she wants. I don’t fuckin’ know. I do know that I’m not gonna step aside so you can keep her to yourself.”
The needle goes deeper into my skin again. “Fuck!”
“If we were to share her, we need to set up some rules and all of that shit.”
I fight the urge to rub my hand over my side that’s been inked. “You gotta dig it so deep?” I mumble.
He wipes the access ink off my skin. “I don’t want to let her go, man. I’ve waited too long and I finally got her where I want her.”
I nod my head. “Finish my ink and we’ll talk about this later.”
Little does he know, I have no interest in discussing this with him later. Fuck, I have no interest in talking to him about my feelings at all.
The truth is, Britney’s too beautiful and special to be treated like some fucking whore. Sharing her would make her just that- a whore. Further down the line, how would we lay claim on her? The other brothers would think that she’s fair game if we don’t.
Am I honestly considering sharing Britney with Flip?
Thinking about sharing her with him is fuckin’ turning me on. What would she look like all spread out in front of me with my dick in her mouth and Flip’s tongue in her pussy? I bet her eyes will roll to the back of her head as we take turns filling her full of hard dick.
FLIP
My mind is racing too fast to know what the fuck we just agreed upon. I wasn’t lying when I said that I didn’t want Mack Truck to keep her to himself like he won her or s
omething. She’s meant to be mine even if that means I have to let her be with him.
Is it going to be like a custody battle or some shit? I get her one night and then he gets her the next? If that’s the case, I don’t think I can deal with that.
I don’t fucking know what to think or do and there’s only one person that can solve these thoughts in my head.
Determined to finish Mack Truck’s tattoo without permanently bruising him, I power through it until the end. I’m wiping on the goo to protect the fresh ink when he speaks again.
“I meant it, you know. I want Britney. I don’t know what I want her as, but I don’t want to lose her.”
I wipe the goo off my fingers on the shirt in my lap. “I get it, man. I don’t want to lose her, either. We gotta come up with a plan or something because a girl like that isn’t going to be single forever.”
We both know I’m right. Britney’s one of a kind and I’m sure all the damn brothers would gladly kill me to get with her. She’s pure, innocent, sassy, sexy, a great mom… All characteristics of a perfect woman for me.
On top of it? I love the way her lips felt pressed against mine.
“So, you know the drill,” I remark to Mack Truck in hopes of steering the conversation away from what we were talking about. The more I talk about Britney and the more I think about sharing her, makes my stomach flip flop.
He smirks at me in the mirror. “Brother, I’ve been getting ink longer than you’ve been laying it.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, right, man.”
Trip comes strolling through my cubicle with a look of amusement on his face. “Hey, brothers,” he chuckles at us like there’s a joke we are missing.
Scowling, I ask: “What?”
“I say this with devotion and the brotherly spirit, you guys need to shit or get off the pot when it comes to her. Britney ain’t going to be the one that’s going to be fuckin’ waiting for you.”
I snarl at him. “What the fuck do you know, prospect?”
