by Eden Rose
“So, how does a beautiful woman like you end up being single?” Neal asks after we finish our appetizers.
I’m about two glasses of wine in and I’m feeling a little floaty right now. There’s no telling what will come out of my mouth. “Uh, I guess I haven’t found the right one…”
I’m in love with two guys that don’t want anything to do with me and I can’t help it but want them.
He chuckles and holds up his wine glass for me to cheers him. This is so corny! Have the bikers really ruined me to the point where I can’t even be on a real date? Have I been that tainted that I can’t enjoy a simple toast?
“Lucky for me, right?” He whispers and clinks my glass that I’m reluctantly holding up for him.
I shrug while blushing. We eat the rest of the appetizer and wait for the main course in companionable silence. This is something that I like. The ability to be close together and not fill the silence with useless words.
George, the owner’s son and only waiter, approaches our table with our food. He sets the plates down but before he leaves, he looks over at Neal. “Are you Neal Cummings?”
“I am. What’s going on?”
“You have a phone call.”
Neal’s eyebrows are raised but he gets off his chair and follows behind George. I’m sitting there by myself and pick at my salad. They make a good Michigan salad with fruit on it but I’m not that hungry right now.
Two larger than ever beings drop themselves in the seats surrounding me. I don’t even need to look up to know who it is. “What the hell are you doing?” I seethe.
I’m trying hard to turn shit around for my son to have a stable home life. He doesn’t need his mother being a biker whore and getting picked on by the kids in his class.
Flip leans over and pushes a chunk of my red hair behind my right shoulder. Those butterflies that I missed when Neal touched me, fill my stomach and my heart races as he touches me. The simple act of him moving my hair, has my insides clenching. “Well, what are you doing here with some suit?”
The other one, rubs his hand up my bare thigh making me gasp. I clutch at his hand trying to stop him from advancing farther up my thigh. Damn it! My thong is now sticking to my pussy lips.
“Gorgeous, what are ya tryin’ to do? You know you ain’t gonna be happy with a suit!” Mack Truck taunts me.
His hand inches up my thigh and I can feel his pinky finger brushing against the tender flesh of my pussy. Flip must sense that I’m getting teased, because he has now decided to join in on the fun. His hand lands on my other thigh and he grips the flesh tightly.
“You guys can’t be in here! You can’t be doing this shit to me!” I hiss.
Each of their hands brush against my pussy and I fight the urge to squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t let them know that they are turning me on so much! That would be the worst thing.
Assholes.
“Tell me, precious. Tell me that you don’t want the both of us and we’ll leave. But you better make it believable because we will drag your ass out of here.”
Mack Truck places his lips on my throat. My thighs squeeze together in vain to stop them but then they go lax. I know what I want and I want them. I don’t want Neal or this boring ass life.
“Tell us that you aren’t so fuckin’ wet that your thong is stuck to your gorgeous pussy lips, beautiful.”
My eyes close and I take deep breaths. They have me so turned on right now that I can’t even breathe right. Each gasp of oxygen feels as if I’m not getting enough. “Fuck,” I hiss.
Flip mirrors his brother by placing his lips on my throat and kisses me. “I think she’s fuckin’ soaked through, brother. I suggest we open her thighs to take a look.”
“No!” I beg. “No, please. I’m on a date,” I demand with no malice. I don’t want them to stop at all. It’s quite opposite.
I wonder what they would do if I asked one of them to crawl under the table and eat me out? Would one of them do it?
Their fingers breach the barrier of my thong and each of them slide a finger through my lips. They each murmur in the back of their throats making me feel the motion against my own throat. I already know what they are feeling. They are feeling me super fucking wet.
FLIP
So what? I’m a fucking bastard who’s fingering a girl under the table while she’s on a date with some suit wearing guy who doesn’t know how to handle these chicks. I guarantee he wouldn’t know that she probably likes it rough and is the type to take the demands.
The type that would take the cock anyway you wanted her to take it. Nope. He wouldn’t know what to do with this fine ass woman.
I nibble along Britney’s beating pulse and rub my finger over her hard clit. “I think she wants it, brother. What do you think?” I taunt.
Mack Truck rubs his finger over mine but drops it to circle her pussy hole. “Yeah, brother. I think she wants to be fucked by us. Too bad she won’t fucking admit it.”
Britney whimpers and squeezes her thighs closed trying to fight our fingers away but then trying to keep them where they are. “Agh!” She groans.
“What’s wrong? Are you worried that your suit is going to find out you like being a dirty girl for us? Are you fuckin’ worried about that?” I tease.
She’s shaking her head but I’ve had enough. I think I’ve made my point. After removing my body off of hers, I situate myself in the seat just in time for the suit to come over.
Before we crashed Brit’s date with this loser, Mack Truck called Rabies to call the restaurant and ask for Neal Cummings. Yeah, we know who this asshole is.
“Uh, Britney?” He asks with a worried expression.
This fucking dumbass wouldn’t know what to do with a beauty like Britney even if she sat on his face. I chuckle and so does Mack Truck. We both know what we’re doing and I’m hoping Britney is picking up on it. We are staking our claim and this fucking prick needs to stand down.
“What is going on here?” He demands, standing over the table with a worried expression.
As always, we are both wearing our cuts with our patches on it. I love the look of the outsiders’ faces when they see them.
Knowing that this could turn out bad, I stand up out of my seat and gesture towards Mack Truck to do the same. “We were just having a conversation with Britney. We’re old pals,” I remark.
Brit’s face is red. “Is everything okay?” She bites out to the suit.
The suit’s face is scrunched up with worry and I can’t help but feel satisfaction that we fucking got him. “Somebody reported that my car was parked in a handicapped spot. Can you believe it?”
With all three of us guys standing up, I can tell that Britney’s getting nervous. “Well, we better get going,” Mack Truck states but before he leaves, he lowers his body to slam his lips on Britney’s.
The suit huffs out a breath. “What the hell, man?” He demands and storms over to the other side of the table.
My brother drops his hand to her left tit and squeezes a little. She moans and melts into his kiss more. Oh yeah, we are totally pissing him off.
Feeling like it’s my job to step in and show him that she’s mine too, I walk around the table to pull Mack Truck off her. Once he’s out of the way, I devour her mouth with mine. My tongue demands entry and it’s not long before we are dueling our tongues together trying to get closer.
“That kid was right. You’re a fucking whore!” The suit states.
My eyes snap open and I can’t help but fly off of Britney. “What the fuck did you say?” I order.
The suit’s smile on his face shows me that he knows that he just pissed me off.
MACK TRUCK
By nature, I’m a rough guy. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt without killing them first… But this is one thing that I won’t handle.
The hostess comes running over towards us probably trying to help but I’m not ready for it. Flip and I are standing over the suit who is smiling with a cocky smile.
“Some kid told her son that his mom was a biker whore. No wonder she said that. It’s obvious that she’s giving it to both of you. Fuck this, I don’t need this,” he states before turning away to walk out of here.
I rip my hand out to grab him by the neck of his shirt. I yank him back towards us and he’s wheezing from me cutting off his oxygen. “Look, mother fucker. Don’t you ever call Britney a whore. You don’t know shit about shit.”
“Stop! Please!” Britney begs while pulling on my cut to get me off this dumbass. “He’s had enough. He’s not worth it!”
Flip growls and pulls his switch blade out of his pocket to press against the asshole’s throat. “Tell me why I shouldn’t gut you right now? Tell me!” He seethes and presses down harder on his throat.
The guy gasps for air. “I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!” He begs Flip.
I nudge Flip in the side after looking around the dining room. People are standing out of their chairs to get a better look at the situation. God damn it. This is the last thing that I wanted to happen.
Flip removes his knife from the jackass’s throat and puts it back in his pocket. “Get the fuck out of here and don’t ever call our woman a whore again! If we find out that you are messing with Aidan, I will find you!” He growls.
“Don’t fucking talk to our woman again or look at her,” I chip in.
He backs away with his hands in the air like he’s afraid. “Should have known you were such a god damned whore!” He shouts out loud but runs out of the restaurant.
Feeling pleased with myself, I turn around and see Britney with tears rolling down her face. In a blink of an eye, I’m on her rubbing her hair out of her eyes. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?”
I kiss her cheek that is closest to me and then I feel her begin to shiver. The weight of what Flip and I just said to her guy in the suit must be catching up to her. She must realize that we’re not playing games anymore and that we’re dead serious.
Flip is standing next to me, effectively caging Britney against us but it doesn’t feel like we’re close enough to her. It still feels as if she’s really not here with us.
God damn it. This means that we’re going to have to have a conversation like a bunch of fucking chicks.
“I need to go home,” she murmurs while backing out of our grasp.
The millisecond that she removed her body from me, I felt the lack of warmth from her. “No,” I reply. “You’re not going anywhere unless it’s with Flip and me. I don’t give a fuck about anything else. We need to sit down and hash it out.”
Flip grabs her hand that is hanging awkwardly at her side. “Precious, he’s right. We’re both done fighting this shit between us. Let’s just go for it.”
Britney’s eyes fill with tears and she’s running out of the restaurant before we could stop her. I see the flood of her red hair flying behind her as she runs.
I look around the restaurant in shock to see that every person in here is staring at us with a wide eyed expression on their face. I shrug, trying to play it off like it was Britney’s fault but we all know the truth.
“Fuck, we pushed her too far,” Flip mutters under his breath.
I rub the back of my neck and then tilt it to the side to show him that we need to get out of here. “How much cash you got?” I pull out a hundo from my wallet and throw it on the table. He does the same before we both walk out of here.
Flip’s muttering to himself while walking towards his bike. I follow behind him because we parked next to each other and after what just went on in there, I don’t trust that suit. He probably has friends. “What?” I demand. “What the fuck are you muttering about like a little bitch?”
The reality of what just happened in the restaurant comes crashing down on me. We just made a move on Britney and none of us asked her if this is something that she even wants. Neither of us even cared to ask her which stressed her out to the point that she ran out of the restaurant.
He stops in front of his bike and lifts his knee up like he is about to kick his bike but he doesn’t. Every biker knows that you treat your bike better than you treat your mama and your woman. Bikes are sacred.
“Just once!” Flip begins with his back to me. “Just for a second I thought I finally had her where I wanted her. She’s been hung up on you this whole time but we got something.”
I know I should be the bigger man and back out to let him have Britney but I can’t do it. I won’t allow him to swoop in to take our girl.
Knowing what we should do, I stroll the couple feet until I’m standing in front of my Ultra Limited Harley. I don’t say anything, throwing my leg over the seat and then starting it. Flip did the same and before we know it, we’re on our way to Britney’s to lay everything out.
BRITNEY
Did that seriously just happen? Did the two guys that I’ve been fantasizing over all day just crash my date with a respectable guy?
I think it really fucking happened!
In my attempt to escape before I further embarrassed myself in front of this little town, I left my flowers at the table. Even though they were pretty, I’m not going back to get them. Hell no. I don’t want to go back to Bubba’s for a long time.
It’s bad enough that the kids in Aidan’s class think that I’m some biker whore, now the principal definitely thinks I’m some type of skank. He’s probably calling all the teachers in Aidan’s school to tell them how I was caught getting fingered by two fucking guys on our date.
I tried to live a normal life today and it didn’t work. No, those guys had to come crashing in on me all over again and get me all confused. They can’t just leave me alone! No, they have to constantly fuck with me.
Now Neal definitely thinks I’m a whore.
How much worse can the night have been?
The tears have dried off my cheeks before I even walk into my apartment. I can smell the fresh baked cookies wafting through the walls before I even enter my apartment.
Sure enough, Briana and Aidan are passed out on the couch with cookie crumbs all over their shirts and smiles on their sleeping faces. Kate is sitting on the opposite end of the couch with a big smile on her face. I plaster a fake ass smile on my face in hopes she wouldn’t ask too many questions.
I can’t answer questions about something that I don’t even know the answers. Hell, I don’t even know what questions to ask.
“How did it go?” She asks me cheerfully. My expression must not have worked because she saw through it. “What the fuck happened?” She hisses.
I kick my uncomfortable shoes off at the door then proceed to drag my feet over to where Kate is seated. The nice thing about both of our kids, they can sleep through anything!
“It was going okay until Mack Truck and Flip showed up!”
She gasps then giggles. “Why did they show up? How did they know you were there? What’s going on with that? Do you like them?”
I stick my hand up in her face as I’m adjusting my ass on the corner of the couch. “I don’t know! I don’t know to any of those questions. I don’t have any fucking idea why they are doing this to me!”
“Do you still love Mack Truck?” Kate whispers and pats my hand gently. She’s such a mom sometimes!
I nod my head and then shake it side to side. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything,” I whine.
What I do know is, I’m going to be fucking pissed off if Mack Truck is playing a game with me again. I couldn’t handle it if he was just playing with me because Flip is showing me some attention.
“Well, you should figure it out. What about Flip?”
My chest constricts around itself at the mention of the other man’s name. Yeah, what about Flip? “I think he’s really hot and extremely nice, sweet, a gentleman, but he’s probably a wild man in bed.”
“You got that right, precious.”
My back goes railroad track straight and I slightly turn my head to see both of the men in question standing in my doorway with a smile on the
ir faces. “Holy shit,” I blurt.
No! No! They didn’t just hear everything. Oh my fucking god this is terrible!
“Kate,” Mack Truck croons while leaning against the door jam. “Can you get out so we can have a conversation with our woman?”
My mouth drops. There’s that label again. What the fuck does it mean?
She nods and slides off the couch. “Let me just wake up Briana and we’ll go.”
Before I could say anything, Flip’s walking over to us with Mack Truck in tow. “You know what, doll face? How about you stay here and we take Brit with us?”
It’s not a question even though he’s phrased it like one.
“Uh,” Kate says and looks over at me. “You want to go with them?”
“Yeah!” I blurt out before realizing it. I want to be in the middle of their hard bodies, feeling them go in and out of me like they own me. Feeling the pleasure that they both could bring me.
Mack Truck’s smile is huge. “Good. Get your shit and let’s go!”
My mind is whirling as I walk over to my purse that’s strewn over the dining room chair in the kitchen space. I slip my arm through the arm hole and walk out the door.
It’s only a matter of seconds before a hot blooded man is grabbing me from behind. I moan out from the surprise but my moan is captured by the hot lips of Mack Truck. He takes the advantage of me opening my mouth and swirls his tongue with mine.
Flip’s hard body is pressed against the curve of my ass and he’s rocking against me. I can feel his dick and it’s harder than a fucking diamond. He gently rocks his hips against my ass. He presses his lips against the back of my neck through my hair.
My body becomes a wet noodle where I lose my legs. Thank god they are holding me up or I would be a puddle on the ground.
“Precious, we’ve been waiting for you. We’ve been trying to fight our attractions to you and we’re done. We’re fuckin’ done trying to hurt each other and denying how we feel,” Flip growls in my ear.
The other Adonis is muttering dirty words in my other ear and my clit pulsates with need. “We’re going to fuck you so good, gorgeous. We’re going to give you every fantasy that you’ve been thinking of these past two years. Just say you want us, too.”
