“Yeah, it might even get you a little excited.” He tosses it up in the air and my eyes track the purple toy as it rises and then falls into Easy’s big hand—the hand that held me, brought me pleasure until I couldn’t even see. There’s no debate in my mind. I want to wear the plug like I want to wear the claiming cuffs.
“I trust you.”
Michigan’s swift intake of breath is followed by his head buried in my shoulder. My heart sings in response. This is the right decision. These are the right men for me. I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to my father or anyone else but I know that being with these two is worth any approbation from my only family. I’ve lived so long in the bubble created for me but that’s no life at all.
“You won’t regret it, Little Red.” Easy douses the purple plug with a gel and with a nod, Michigan lifts my leg. He pets me softly around my labia, stroking two long fingers on either side as Easy spreads the same gel-like substance around my rear.
“Bear down when you feel it coming in,” Easy instructs.
Michigan tips my head up and says, “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” His mouth lowers to mine in a sweet morning kiss but our eyes are glued together so when the plug pushes at my small forbidden entrance, I concentrate on the rich emotion that is swirling in Michigan’s beautiful light brown eyes and the luxurious feeling of his lips pressing into mine. The golden glow of the rising sun casts his body in bronze, tanned and golden and breathtaking.
Behind me, Easy twists and pushes until the small plug is fully seated. “You wear this every day for a week and by the end of the week, we’ll see you again. If you’re still wearing the plug then we know you’re interested in being with us.”
Chapter Nine
Michigan
Letting Annie go didn’t feel right. I made Easy take her home because I knew if I got her on the back of my bike, I wouldn’t drop her off. We’d just ride until the bike ran out of gas and then I’d fill it up and we’d ride some more. Maybe we’d wind up in Montana and I’d hire on as a hand on some ranch while Annie waited tables in a local cafe. We’d send for Easy when we were settled in.
“It’s going to work out fine,” Easy says for about the fiftieth time and pushes another beer at me. It’s going to take something stronger than beer to get me through the next couple of days. It’s been a week. The only thing we’ve heard from Annie is that she’s still got our gift but doesn’t know how to get it back to us. Easy and I take that to mean she doesn’t know how to get away from her old man.
“What’s going to work out?” Judge, our club president asks. He’s snuck up on us at the granary.
“Our deal with Annie,” Easy replies and pulls out another beer from the cooler for Judge. He twists off the cap and drains half the dark brew.
“You guys interested in a trip to Minneapolis? The situation with the Viper Crew is coming to a head. I need someone to go and check them out.”
I nod and Easy answers for me. “Sure. Just want us to evaluate them or do you want us to run them through a test?”
“Evaluate to see if they’re worth a test. At this point all we know is that they’re barely old enough to vote and hold almost no power. Only reason I would even consider bringing them in under the Death Lords’ protection is because I knew Rabid’s old man.” Judge scratches his head. “My hope is that you think they’re fucking hotheads who are two steps away from a jail cell. If they’re even halfway decent, I have to seriously consider bringing them in.”
“We got this,” Easy says and winks at me. The hairs on my neck stand up because whatever he’s got in mind is trouble. “But maybe your old lady can help us out.”
“No,” I interrupt.
“Why not?”
“Because we don’t want to involve anyone else.” It’s bad enough he got his grandma to make up a story to get Annie over to our place. Now he wants the old lady of our club’s president to lie to some preacher so we can fuck his daughter?
Judge slides onto a stool next to me. “What’s going on?”
“Annie’s father is Pastor Bloom. From what I’ve gleaned, he’s got his thumb on her pretty heavily. She works as the church secretary and lives in the house. She hasn’t said that he’d kick her out, but I think it’s fair to say that's a reasonable outcome,” Easy says.
“How long’s she been church secretary?” Judge asks. His question surprises me.
“Since she was eighteen, I gather,” Easy answers.
Judge nods silently and then turns to me. “What’s your damage, brother? Annie just a temporary sweet butt?”
I rise up, fists clenched. “Fuck no. Don’t call her that.”
At my outburst, he merely raises his eyebrows while Easy reaches over the bar top and draws me back. It takes me a couple deep breaths to calm down.
“Sorry,” I mumble and drop back onto my stool.
“How long you been patched in?” Judge asks. It’s a not a real question because Judge knows exactly how long I’ve been a member, same as he knows when we got our tattoos of the flaming skulls, how many bones are buried at the quarry and probably the last time all of us got laid.
“Five years and you tapped me as enforcer two years ago.”
He nods. “That’s right. You’re a loyal brother. You’ve done the wet work, bled for the club, so helping you get a little cover for your woman is pretty low on the totem of the things that the club will do for you.” Judge drains the remainder of his beer and then stands, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “The Death Lords are your family. It’s not weakness or using to lean on your family from time to time. Text me what you want Pippa to do.”
Easy waits for Judge to leave before leaning across the counter. “When are you going to start trusting me?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I scowl. “’Course I trust you.”
“Really? Because you don’t act like it.” He straightens to his full six-foot four-inch frame and folds his arms. His face is hard and I know from past experience that he’s pissed. “If you trusted me, you would be working together with me instead of fi
ghting me every step of the way. Is it that you don’t want Annie?”
“No,” I shout and then, gathering myself, I repeat it, but this time quietly. “No.”
Easy’s asking for something from me that I’ve never fully given him. It’s not that I don’t trust him, but he’s asking me to lay myself bare for him and Annie. My options are simple. Either buy in or step away. I give up Annie and I probably give up Easy too. Not that he’d push me aside but seeing them together and knowing I could be part of that would eat me up inside until I would need to climb onto my bike and ride away. The answer is well, easy. “I’m in.”
“All the way?” He looks suspicious and it cracks me up.
“All the way.”
All the way means that by the end of the work day, Annie appears on our doorstep like we rubbed her out of the genie bottle.
Easy opens the door and pulls her inside. Next to the curb, Pippa in her death box of a tiny car waves and speeds off.
“What’s the story?” I bark out a little harsher than I mean to.
She smiles tentatively and says, “I’m going to a library get together in Minneapolis until Thursday.”
A big grin breaks out over Easy’s face. “Two days with us, huh? That’s nice. Real nice. Now to the important stuff. You wearing it?”
She nods.
“Show us.”
I want to object that we should feed her first or watch a fucking movie but Annie turns around, gathers up her ugly navy skirt and bends over. Underneath ain’t ugly at all because under the skirt is all Annie. She’s gone commando, either all day or just for our benefit.
“If I knew you weren’t wearing panties under those skirts, Little Red, you’d be bent over the stacks with me pounding inside you.” Easy’s voice is rough with his lust.
I nod in agreement, suddenly a fan of big shapeless pieces of fabric. No one but Easy and I know what’s underneath. Her ass is small but juicy and the purple base of the plug is a bright contrast to her pale skin.