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 Three
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.
It’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?”
“Yes, everyone did.”
“That’s really fucking weird, don’t you think?” Easy asks between bites.
It was frustrating at the time, but weird? I shrug. “I don’t know but I was really grateful that Father took me in and let me have the church secretary position. He had other applicants. Anyway, let’s see. I pay the bills, log in all the donations, send out tax information to our parishioners, put the church bulletin together, keep track of prayer requests, deaths, births, special announcements. I can play the piano too.”
The two sit there with their mouths half open. Finally Michigan shakes himself.
“All of that? I thought you said you were a fucking secretary.”
“I am.”
“No, sweetheart.” He sets down his burger and shifts in the booth so he can look me in the eye. “You’re a bookkeeper, secretary and receptionist all in one.”
“Okay. Do you know of anyone who needs a bookkeeper, secretary and receptionist?”
A broad grin spreads across his face. “I do.”
“Judge needs an office manager at his custom shop, Wheel’s Up,” Easy explains. “He’s been complaining about it forever and if this shuts him up, the entire club will be kissing your feet.”
“Don’t force me on him. I want him to hire me because he thinks I’d do a good job, not because I’m sleeping with the two of you.”
“No one makes Judge do anything, so trust me, he’ll only be hiring you if he thinks you’re competent. But you are, so there’s no worries. You go home, work this out with your dad and let us know when you’re ready to meet Judge.”
“This is happening so fast.”
“Is that a complaint or a compliment?”
“An observation. I want it to happen but I’m scared and excited at the same time.”
“Hold on to the excitement, then, baby. It’ll all work out.” Easy’s so confident that I can’t help but smile back at him.
After eating a little more of my hamburger, I ask something I’ve been dying to know since I first learned about the existence of the motorcycle club in town. "How’d the Death Lords come to be? Or can't you say?"