Sharing Britney

by Eden Rose

  I love them both. Fuck, I’ve loved them both for two years. I know they feel something for me, but what I don’t know is whether or not they want this.

  I’m lying in bed flipping through the channels on my television. There’s nothing on and I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do until I finally fall asleep. It’s only nine- you would think something would be on TV.

  Finally, I settle on a documentary about polyamorous couples and how they handle their relationships. Of course it’s always the guys that have multiple ladies and shit. How come women are looked down upon if they have multiple boyfriends?

  This is bull shit.

  My phone buzzes next to me and I can’t help but get excited about the idea of it being Flip or Mack Truck.

  KATE: how’s it going slut bag?

  Nope. It’s just Kate who’s fishing for info.

  ME: bored. Watching some dumb shit on tv

  KATE: where’s your lovers

  ME: not here

  KATE: come over.

  ME: be there in 20

  I might as well go over there and hang out with her instead of moping around my apartment with nothing to do. And constantly be thinking about the guys that are driving me crazy.

  The folder that contains the info about Mack Truck is lying on the counter next to the garbage can… I feel as if I’m invading his privacy if I were to look at it without him knowing. It’s bad enough that I know as much as I do know.

  Grabbing two bottles of wine, I pick up my purse and then walk out the door locking it as I leave. Kate’s house isn’t too far away from me which means I can walk there.

  Having my child’s father being a police officer and then getting a DUI? Yeah, that’s not going to look good for me.

  Ten minutes later, I’m knocking on Kate’s door waiting for her to open it. Grabbing my phone out of my purse, I check to see if there’s any messages from Aidan or the guys.

  Jeepers, I have totally become that woman who stalks their phone waiting for someone to call.

  Kate’s door is thrown open and I see her with a big smile on her face. “I just put the kid down. Oh! You brought some of my boyfriends with you,” she winks and grabs the bottles out of my hands.

  I laugh, following her into her small house. It’s not a bad size for just the two of them but if she wanted to have more kids she will eventually need more space. It’s bigger than my apartment, though.

  “So!” Kate squeals from the kitchen while I hear the familiar pop of the wine bottle. “Man, I love the smell of wine!”

  “You’re a crack head.”

  She nods her pretty head with a smile. “True.”

  We are settled into the couch with full to the brim wine in our tumblers and I’ve already laughed so hard that my sides hurt. “Did you know that Slice is getting all wifed up with that chick with the blue hair?” She informs me with a serious look.

  I nod. “Yeah, they’re really cute. Plus, she’s pregnant.”

  “Little smurf babies,” Kate blurts.

  A little while ago, Kate and Val, she was a fly but she got kicked out of the clubhouse for giving information to The Plague, were competing over Slice. It was rather sad to see two grown women acting like a bunch of little brats about him. The man is hot, don’t get me wrong, but they were just throwing themselves at him. Kate mentioned to me before that he had his dick pierced and he liked to get his dick sucked.

  Shocker, I know. A guy who likes to get his dicked sucked.

  “Maybe they actually like each other?” I suggest even though I’m thinking about Flip and Mack Truck. Every time she brings up the club, I can’t help but think about them. Everything about the two men has me addicted to them.

  She murmurs something under her breath but I didn’t catch it. “Let’s talk about you. How hot was the sex? On a scale of one to ten- ten being the best!”

  I don’t even need to think of an answer. “A hundred and five.”

  “Nuh uh!”

  I blush through my whole body. “Those guys are fucking hot together. I didn’t even know what to do and they took over. I’ve never came that hard before!” I brag.

  She waves her hand in her face like she’s trying to cool down or something. “I bet. Man, Mack Truck is such a fun loving guy. He’s pretty playful in the sack, isn’t he?”

  Why Kate is asking me this, I don’t have a clue. “Didn’t you have sex with him?” I ask her with jealousy piercing my words. I know I’m a hypocrite because I totally fucked a lot of these guys too. Hell, I was a fly! But now my feelings are so deep with both of the guys that I don’t want to think about them being with someone else.

  Kate smiles awkwardly. “Yeah… It was a while ago!”

  I try to smile and move on from it but the thought of her fucking both men is killing me. “Oh,” I murmur with no conviction.

  “Anyways!” She says cheerfully. “So you like them both? Do you think you are in some type of relationship with them or something?”

  And in just that moment, she knocked me off my jealousy cloud and shoved me onto the insecurity one. “I don’t have any idea what the hell we’re doing. Fuck, I don’t even know if they want something full time or if it were just for fun.”

  She chugs her glass and then smiles tentatively. “Well, that’s something you kinda should ask. Have they said anything to you about their intentions?”

  Instantly, the scene at the tattoo shop flashes through my mind’s eye. “Yeah, Mack brought the strippers in from The Kitty. Both guys were kissing on me and calling me their woman.”

  “That’s so hot!”

  “Yeah, but I don’t know what to do with myself. Is it fair if I ask them to not fuck other women when I’m banging both of them?”

  Hey, if I can’t be honest with my girl friend, who can I be honest with?

  FLIP

  As a rule, I try to leave all the other shit at the clubhouse and focus on what we’re setting out for. My issue? I can’t stop thinking about Britney. I tried calling her before we left but all I got was her voicemail.

  By the time we roll into the parking lot of the motel where these fuckers are staying, I’m more than ready to get this over with. I’ve got my two guns in my waistband but I have another in my sock ready to go.

  “All right, we need to lure them out. You got me? Don’t act a fuckin’ fool though,” The Bear addresses us.

  “You want us to walk up to the door and knock? Ask to borrow a cup of sugar?” I stupidly blurt. I knew the minute I said that, I was in trouble because of the look of death on the prez’s face.

  Fuck me.

  He pulls out his gun, aims it at the black Escalade in the front of the motel, and shoots. We all line up next to him and begin shooting.

  Twenty or so brothers shooting up an Escalade isn’t going to take too long before people start to get curious. The whole side of the Escalade is now riddled with bullet holes- some big and some small. The tires have been shot off and now the left side of the car is leaning against the ground.

  My gun begins to click to tell me that I’m hitting the trigger with no bullets in there. I’m about to start loading it or pull out my back up when someone begins to yell. We all stop firing, waiting to hear if someone’s coming out of their motel room.

  It’s oddly quiet until we hear the click of a trigger from a gun. I reach behind me to grab my other gun in case this asshole wants to play hero.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Someone yells from the upper balcony of the motel. He’s not wearing a shirt and his pants are hanging around his ankles. The man doesn’t look intimidating at all even with the .45 he has in his hand.

  The Bear throws his hand in the air to signal that it’s time to roll out. I flick the safety on my gun, slip it into the back of my waistband and run to my bike.

  We ride hard and fast out of the motel but split up at the highway. In case someone is following us, we don’t want to lead them right to our clubhouse. The problem? We need these fuckers to know w
ho did it in order to smoke them out. We need them to know it’s us and get them to come over on our territory.

  Get them into our area.

  I’m riding next to Mack Truck who has his face covered from a bandana. We’ve got Rabies right behind us and Bic, too, ready for anything that is about to happen.

  I can see the gates of our clubhouse up ahead and I take a deep breath. As soon as we cross the barrier, all this bull shit that we just stepped in will be gone.

  Something that I hate, I hate the fact that Slice wasn’t here to help. I don’t think it’s right that we couldn’t tell him what was going on, but I’m no one. It fucking sucks, but I have to follow orders like a good little bitch.

  Shit with Slice has always been rough. The guy has an axe to grind with everyone and he’s constantly butting heads with The Bear. After everything that went down with The Bear hiring Pinky to hack into all of our shit, he’s been a bigger pain in the ass than usual. One of the better things that came from Pinky being around is the fact that Slice now has Jen.

  That’s the other fucking problem with these women. Why does everything have to be so complicated with these women? I say that but then again, I’m the one sharing a woman with my brother.

  By the time we get back to the clubhouse, I’m beyond in need of a drink. I look around the bar until I see a barstool open. Immediately, I walk over to it and sit my tired ass down.

  Trip comes over to me with a smug look on his face. “How’d it go, brother?”

  I bare my teeth to him, snapping my fingers at the whiskey in his hand. He hands it over to me as I move to snatch it out of his hand. “Went good,” I reply before walking away from him.

  “Listen up!” The Bear growls from outside the door.

  “What’s up, prez?” We all say a different form of this but it’s pretty much the same damn thing.

  He smiles wildly. “So, tonight was a success. Those motherfuckers know it was us and word on the street is they’re lookin’ for us. Tomorrow’s the night I’m proposin’ to Pinky. I’m tellin’ you fuckers this because I’m thinkin’ this is when they are gonna attack. Be ready!”

  Bic raises his coffee cup up in the air to get his attention. Again, this mother fucker has a weird ass cup. This one says: You should see the other guy. I swear, Bic is on crack or something.

  “We need to be able to stop these assholes from coming into the clubhouse. They think they are ambushing us, but it’s the other way around. You get me?”

  “Who is gonna be on the gate duty?” Rabies asks with a lazy smirk on his face.

  “Prospects and I need two patched brothers up there. I’m thinkin’ Bic and Rabies,” The Bear addresses.

  My eyes roll to the side to see him smiling with a cocky ass smile. He knows what he’s doing. The asshole is making those people of Jen’s family think they are catching us off guard. Little do they know, they are walking into a trap.

  Deciding that it was time for me to leave the party, I take my whiskey bottle into my bedroom off the edge of the main room. I take a deep sniff of the freshly cleaned room and exhale. This is something that I fucking love about living in the clubhouse. The flies clean our rooms for protection and all that great shit.

  I pull my phone out of my breast pocket, pulling up Brit’s number. It rings a couple of times before she answers.

  “Hey-lo!” She whistles into the receiver.

  “Hey, precious. Whatcha doin?”

  Brit giggles and then I hear Kate. “Tell him you’re eatin’ my box because we’re lesbos now!”

  I laugh. “If you’re lesbos then why were you chokin’ on my dick earlier?” I retort and take a sip of my whiskey. Before falling onto my bed, I strip out of my clothes but leave on my boxers.

  Not going to lie to you, the thought of Britney fucking another girl is kind of hot. But not Kate. I’ve fucked Kate before and it wasn’t that great. Her whorred out pussy wasn’t tight and she gave some sloppy ass head.

  Britney gasps. “Uh,” she stutters out.

  “Anyways, I’m calling to see if you’re coming out here tomorrow for The Bear’s surprise party,” I ask. It fucking kills me that I have to ask her to come but it has to be as real as possible.

  “Yeah. I was planning on going and so is Kate. I’m going to take Aidan-”

  I cut her off immediately. “No, baby. It’s not for kids. Can’t he stay at his dad’s?”

  My heart constricts in my chest at the thought of Aidan being at his dad’s longer than what is ordered. Britney and Aidan should be living in my house with me. With me and Mack Truck.

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  MACK TRUCK

  The waves crash along the houseboat that we are living on. The gentle waves lull me to sleep and I snuggle deeper into the bed that I have turned into mine.

  My five year old sister, Kayla, is lying next to me on the bed and we sleep peacefully for the first time in a long time. I knew I had to take her away from the house that we were living in with our step-father and drunker than a skunk mother. We weren’t safe there.

  We aren’t safe here either, but at least we don’t have to worry about our step-father trying to push up on Kayla. Her body is too small to deal with the abuse that Craig is dishing out to her.

  I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm that I haven’t felt in the whole fifteen years of my life. It feels good knowing that I did something right for once and that was getting Kayla out of that house.

  For the past three years of our life, it has been one shit show after another. I’ve realized that the streets are rough but nothing is as bad as it was living in that house. Nothing. The one thing that stinks more than anything is the fact that I had nowhere to take Kayla. She needed to be somewhere safe.

  Sean, my friend from school, told me about this boatyard off the side of town where a lot of rich people store their boats when they aren’t using them. He told me that he knows that one of the boat owners, doesn’t check in on his boat but once a month.

  Kayla lets out a deep breath and then whimpers a little. It’s what I have become used to. Her crying. Her yelling out to Craig to leave her alone. And the worst, her yelling out to me to help her. Knowing that I can’t help her one bit.

  I place my arm around her middle, pull her closer to me and try to get her to calm down enough to go back to sleep.

  “Wayne…” She whimpers.

  “Shh, Kayla. We’re safe.”

  I repeat that word over and over in my head hoping that I would eventually believe if myself. After the twentieth time, I finally fall back asleep.

  *

  “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” An angry voice yells.

  I yell while sitting straight up in bed. “Uh, I’m so sorry!” I stutter out.

  The sound of the gun being cocked is something that I have grown up hearing. Kayla’s crying in the bed next to me. “Please, don’t!” I beg.

  “You have five seconds to get your shit and get out of my boat!” The man yells.

  I’m pushing Kayla’s half asleep body off the bed and she tumbles to the ground with a cry. Feeling like a piece of shit that I once again couldn’t protect my sister, I gather our few items and stuff it in a bag.

  “Come on, Kayla,” I croon to her.

  It’s always the same thing, I can never protect her because I’m just a dumb kid. I can never do anything right and Kayla is stuck with me. There’s no way I’m allowing her to go back to deal with Craig and our useless mother. Even if that means I have to drop out of the ninth grade and try to find a job.

  I’m carefully tugging her hand up the stairs to get off the boat. She’s crying softly but I ignore it in order to get off the boat quicker. The faster we get off here, the better it’s going to be.

  “Where are we going now?” She wails.

  “I don’t know. But don’t worry,” I try to soothe her while walking down the dock to the main arena. What I do know is she’s probably as hungry as I am.

  We walk i
n silence besides the sounds of her light crying until we get to the clearing across from the boat arena. “See,” I tug her hand to get her to look at the tent off the field. “We’re going to stay in there.”

  For the love of all that is holy, please let it be empty. I need Kayla to be happy and she’s not. All I’m doing is just messing everything up. I’m too young to be someone’s protector.

  The tent is an off white color with weeds surrounding it. The area doesn’t look like anyone has been here in a while giving me a sense of security. “Let’s go.”

  “Wayne, I’m hungry,” she whines.

  The second we get to the tent, I unzip it cautiously to see if anyone’s inside. There’s no one there. I drop the backpack on the ground as I usher Kayla inside.

  “We’ve got enough for a little snack.”

  I eat a granola bar and let her eat the Lunchables that I stole from the gas station outside of the boat arena. Luckily for me, the clerk there didn’t give two shits about some little kid walking around the store looking hungry.

  I stole waters, granola bars, cereal, juice and Lunchables. Pretty much anything that I could stuff in my backpack without anyone paying too much attention to me.

  We eat in silence because I have nothing more to say. She’s five and she’s on the run because I can’t save her at home. I’m a dumb ass kid who can’t protect his little sister from our abusive stepfather.

  What feels like twenty minutes later, I wake to the sound of the zipper from the tent. My panic level skyrockets as I wake up to the sounds. “Kayla?” I call out hoping it’s her.

  When she doesn’t say anything, I push myself out of the tent to see if she’s outside. “Kayla?” I yell.

  Still nothing.

  “Kayla!” I scream and scan the open yard. There’s not a sign of her at all. “Seriously! Kayla, this isn’t funny!” I yell again feeling my face get hotter from being mad. “If you’re playing a game with me, this is not cool!”

  I shoot right out of bed. My heart is racing so fast and I can feel my body is covered in sweat. Fuck! I hate this dream. The problem with the dream? It wasn’t a dream. This actually happened.