Sold to the MC Men

They all nodded, and Edge slammed down the gavel.

“No fighting. No arguing. No competition. Leah belongs to all of us equally. None of us will risk the chance of hurting her. The club and her best interests are all that matters, agreed?”

“Yes.” They all spoke in unison.

“Anything else?” Edge looked around the room, but Tank just wanted to get out there now and hear what Leah wanted.

He saw the others wanted the same thing.

“Right, let’s go and see how our girl is getting on.”

One by one, they rushed toward the door. Trick and Junior managed to get themselves stuck in the doorway as they both fought to get out.

Chapter Nine

Leah finished hanging out the washing. Humming to herself, she walked back into the clubhouse. She put the basket near the washing machine, and went straight to the kitchen to see how much longer there was left for the cake to bake.

Only ten minutes left, so she put out the cooling rack, along with the cake tester. She’d just filled the kettle and placed it on the stove to boil when the door to the kitchen flung open. Not one, but all five of the men entered.

She smiled.

Each of them had a huge grin on his face, and it was rather infectious. Whenever she looked at Edge, she couldn’t help but recall the feel of him between her thighs, sliding in deep, taking as much of him as she possibly could.

“How did your meeting go?” she asked.

Edge had pulled her to one side and told her how important their church meetings were and how they needed privacy. She respected them for it.

“It went well,” Junior said.

He was the first to come toward her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her temple. She closed her eyes for a brief second before she was tugged into another’s arms. One by one the men grabbed at her, kissing her head, spinning her around in a circle until they all stood around her.

She turned, glancing at every single one of them in turn. Since she arrived, she hadn’t felt an ounce of nerves. That changed now.

Chancing a glance up at their faces, she paused. There was nothing but hunger in their gazes.

“We won’t hurt you,” Tank said.

“We’ll never hurt this with we have, with all of us.”

She turned to Edge who had also spoken. “You believe me that I’m not here to trick you.”

“I don’t think you’re capable of tricking anyone,” Edge said.

“We all want you,” Junior said.

This brought her attention back to him. “You all want me?”

“Way to go, Junior.” This came from Dig, who was glaring at Junior.

“Wait, wait, hold on. I don’t have a clue what is happening here. Does anyone want to enlighten me? Kind of confused.” She held her hand up in the air so they all had no choice but to look toward her.

Five men.

Five sexy, hungry, men.

They didn’t want food either.

No. The way they were looking at her, they wanted nothing but her.

She kept her hands at her sides, giving them time to talk. Finally, she looked toward Edge.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“The men and I have talked. We all want you.”

“Want me?”

“Yes. We want to share you indefinitely.”

“I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I thought we already discussed this,” she said. “You know, I brought it up about all of us being together, not picking a guy?” She figured they had already resolved this matter before. She couldn’t resist looking toward Junior and Trick. “Like what we’ve done before, but all of us together,” she said.

“Yes, exactly like that,” Trick said.

“We all want you,” Edge said, drawing her attention back to him.

It was nice to be distracted by so many men, but again, she had to wonder if they’d paid attention last time.

“Forgive me, but I figured we’d already covered this with all of us. I know what my mother did brought us together, but I thought we were past that. I’m no longer club property.” It had taken her some time to get used to being club property, but now, she wanted to belong to them because they wanted her, not because her mother had used her.

“This isn’t about what your mother did, Leah. This is about what we want. We know you’re nothing like your mother, or the other women we’ve been with. This is about you. About us, and we want to share you. For you to belong to each of us equally. This is us, showing you and telling you that we’re committed to this.”

“For just sex?”

“No, for everything,” Tank said.

She looked toward him. The passion in his eyes startled her.

“We want you to be our woman,” he said. “All of us, getting a piece of you, and you get a piece of us.”

“This will be like a full-on, completely committed relationship?” she asked.