Their Private Need (Death Lords MC 3)

“That was not a very nice conversation to listen to.” Her voice trembles a little.

“It’s not what you think.” I half rise and hold out my hand as if I can hold back her tears with a gesture.

“Okay. Then explain it for me.”

“Thank Christ,” I breathe. Michigan hasn’t moved, probably because he’s afraid the whole amazing thing is going to blow up in our faces. I start talking. “We want you in our lives. We gave you those claiming bracelets because we want you to wear them all of the fucking time, not just when you’re with us. We suspect your old man is pretty strict, right?” I pause and continue when she nods. “So far we’ve had to make up a couple of stories to get you with us but we don’t want to continue doing that.”

“What do you want?” she asks in a quiet, small voice.

The fear in her voice galvanizes Michigan. “We want you. All the time. In our beds. In our lives. What about you?”

She exhales deeply and steps into the room toward Michigan and me. “I want you both but you’re right. Father does not believe in premarital sex and he isn’t going to approve of me sleeping with you. I need to find my own place.”

Michigan growls. “You can move in with us.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t. I mean, I could but I also need a new job. Father’ll consider me dating the both of you too sinful for me to have a place in the church. The last church secretary had to leave because she got a divorce. Father said it was unseemly and that the church staff had to be above approach." She gives us a wry smile. "Even having sex outside of marriage is enough to get me in hot water with him."

Michigan’s eyebrows shoot into his forehead. "Sounds like ninety-nine percent of your church is going to hell then."

"It's okay for you to sit in the pews and sin but not in the church office.” She hesitates. “And I’d like to have my own place just in case.”

"In case of what?" Michigan frowns.

"In case we dump her," I interrupt. "Isn't that what you're thinking, baby?"

She flushes, but straightening her shoulders she says, “We've known each other for only a short time. You say it's serious and I feel like there's something special between us. I've never felt the need to lie to Father or break rules just to have something or be with someone. But with you two, the compulsion is so strong I can't resist. How do I know it’s the same for you? You’ve had other women before, shared other woman. You could be tired of me next week; then I wouldn’t have a job or a place to live.”

She lifts her hair that she’s wrapped in a ponytail. “I get that this is my own insecurity talking but when I was in the bathroom I kept asking myself. What am I doing? I have no ability to keep these two men interested. They are motorcycle club members. The hottest women in the county flock to your doorstep and I’m a fool for believing I can hold the interest of both of you. So yeah, I’m scared and getting my own place and a new job will do a lot in making me feel more secure.”

Michigan looks like he wants to protest but I hold up my hand again like some stupid traffic cop. “Okay, but until then one of us is dating you and we’ll find time together. It doesn’t have to be at night even though we want to wake up fucking you like this morning.”

She turns a deep, interesting red as we all contemplate this morning’s activities.

"Is this just about sex then? It seems to me you two could get that anywhere."

"It's not about sex," Michigan says impatiently. "There's a lot more to it. You know that."

"I don't know anything. That's the problem," she protests. "I've never dated. Never had another man."

"Is that what you want? Another man to see if we're good enough?" Michigan's voice is sharp but behind the anger, I hear echoes of vulnerabilities and I hope Annie can hear it too.

"No, I know you're good enough. It's me. I'm insecure and I don't want to be a needy, insecure girl. I've got money saved and I'm going to look for a new job. Maybe I can take online courses to get a degree in something like bookkeeping. That way I'm not dependent on you for every little thing and I won't become a clingy, whiny girl in need of reassurance every five seconds because that's how I feel right now. And honestly I've never felt that way before. I don't like it."

After her outburst, she stares miserably at her hands.

"Baby, you've got nothing to be worried about. We'll like it if you're clingy and needy. We want you to need us but I understand what you're saying. You get that apartment and new job but make sure that you're sleeping with us and if you need anything, we're here."

“I just want us to last," she says.

"Same here." Michigan’s voice is rough with emotion.

Mine is too but I manage to nod and say, "When you find a place, you let us know so we can check it out. Okay?"

"Yes, that's fine with me."

Michigan snorts. “Fuck. You think what we have is something ordinary? I’ve never been so hard, come so long or felt so good as I did with you. My dick wants to live inside of you.”

“Mine too,” I volunteer. “And frankly, Annie, you’re too horny to be let out on the town of Fortune without one of us with you. One or both of our dicks will need to be with you at all times so you don’t attack the poor, unsuspecting men of our town.”

“Don’t fucking joke about her being with another man.” He points an angry finger at me. “No one’s dick gets in her pussy but yours or mine.” He turns to Annie. “You hear me? That pussy is ours and no one else’s.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” she cries. “Just you two.” Her eyes widen. “Gosh, I sound terrible, don’t I? That I want two of you.”

“Nah, just think of us as one guy with two dicks.”

“What?” Michigan and Annie both shout. I topple over with laughter.

I’m still laughing when Michigan hustles us out of the hotel. He carries the helmet we bought Annie at the Harley store in the giant mall across the street, with his saddle bags tucked over his shoulder. Her hand is clasped in his and I follow along, watching her sweet ass sway gently.

“Are you staring at me?” she calls over her shoulder.

I readjust the strap of the leather bag and then speed up to throw an arm around her shoulder. Annie’s only about six inches shorter than Michigan and eight inches shorter than me. It’s not a strain to walk with her as it is with other, shorter girls.

“Yup. You have a first class ass and world class legs. I like watching them work.”

“I like them digging into my ass,” Michigan says.

“I like that too or her ankles by my ears. That way when I’m fucking her I can really pound into that ass.”

A couple passes us as we exit the lobby and the man looks like he is about to have an apoplexy while the woman is intrigued.

“Shut up,” Annie chastises as she realizes the couple is eavesdropping.

“Shut up about your ass or your legs? I guess I can talk about your perky-ass tits and how I like sucking the whole damn thing into my mouth.”

“Oh my god,” she says and drops her chin into her chest.

Michigan’s chest is shaking with repressed laughter.

“Why don’t you ever talk about me like that?” I hear the woman ask her man.

He mumbles some reply. I don’t care who hears me praising my woman. If she’s a little insecure then I’m going to do my level best to make sure she has no reason to doubt that I’ll never look at another woman as long as I have her.

Chapter Thirteen

Annie

We stop at the outskirts of the city, about fifty minutes away from Fortune, for a late lunch, early dinner.

In the diner, I’m squished between Michigan’s hard thighs and the wall. He hasn’t stopped touching me since we left the hotel and I can’t say I mind it. Easy’s been full of affection as well. I guess they are working hard at trying to prove that I’m not just a one-night or three-night stand but someone they truly want in their lives forever.

Forever.

I

t’s hard for me to wrap my head around it.

“Tell us what you do as church secretary,” Easy invites after our food’s been delivered. Big hamburgers for all three of us because gosh, I am so hungry after the workout they’ve put me through. “Maybe we can help you find a job.”

“I don’t care what I do, so long as it pays okay. I’d be okay with working the cash register at the gas station or bagging groceries. You know I even applied to Mallory’s when I graduated from high school.”

“And they turned you away?”