She couldn’t think of a single thing more to say. She sat down and started to eat her own pancakes.
No one spoke, and after what felt like a lifetime but was probably only a minute, two at the tops, she looked up.
All of them were looking at each other, and turned toward Edge.
“You want us to share you?” he asked.
“Why not? You’ve shared women before, and you told me before, I’m club property. Doesn’t that mean I don’t have to choose who I want?”
Edge sat back, watching her.
“You want this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you’re a virgin?” Tank asked.
She rolled her eyes. “I know I’m a virgin. What is it you find so shocking about that?”
“You’re sexy as fuck,” Junior said.
“Responsive,” Tank said.
“You’ve loved everything we’ve done to you,” Dig said.
“Okay, okay, I’m getting it,” she said.
“I know you’re a virgin,” Edge said, drawing their attention once again. “Even though you like what we do to you, your actions show your inexperience. If you want this with us, I’m not going to fight you on what you want.”
“I do want it,” she said.
“You need to understand what you’re getting into. There will never be a night your bed is empty.” Edge didn’t look away. “Each of us has a big appetite. Your pussy, mouth, and ass are going to be well-used. It has been a long time for all of us.”
“I only have two conditions,” she said.
Edge chuckled. “What are those?”
She didn’t know why he looked cocky with that smirk on his face.
“One, no more women. I don’t want to even think of you looking at another woman for what you’re getting from me.” She knew she could handle these men and what they wanted. It was no different than what she craved. “I don’t want to have to worry about going to the doctor in case one of you guys catches something.”
“That’s awfully judgmental of you,” Edge said.
“Sexually transmitted diseases and infections are a huge deal. I’m not being judgmental. I’ve never caught anything in my life. I’m clean, and I don’t want to deal with something that I couldn’t cure. It’s my body, and I hope you all can respect that.”
“Done,” Junior, Tank, Trick, and Dig said.
She looked toward Edge.
“What’s condition number two?”
“I want you all to take care of me. Not to pass me around like some whore but to actually care about what happens to me.” This was really important to her. “I won’t use you. I want to get to know all of you.”
“You want us to date?” Edge asked.
“Why not? There’s no rule that says we can’t. You’ve shared women before.”
“We’ve fucked women, all together. You think you can handle that?” he asked.
“Yes.” There wasn’t a doubt for her. She could handle whatever these men threw her way, and she couldn’t wait. “You have to all agree though.”
“Agreed.” Four of the five spoke without hesitation.
She looked at Edge.
He seemed to like to make her wait.
Anticipation was always the key.
“Yes, I agree to both of your conditions, so long as you agree to mine.”
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m first.”
Chapter Eight
Edge had expected her to say no, or to tell him he couldn’t be the first with her. She’d agreed with this smile on her face. When he woke up that morning, he didn’t expect for Leah to face them all.
Trick and Junior had told them when they returned the night before what had happened. In the back of his mind, he had to wonder if this was part of a plan to separate them, to draw them all away from each other, to split the club apart. Her mother was an addict who’d get the most out of the club if they fell apart.
No one would be around to collect on the debt.
He would have to pay her a visit. There was no way he’d allow Leah to take payment for her debt. She was too precious to them.
“You’ve got to be careful with her,” Junior said.
“Junior, I’m forty-five years old. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“You looked like you wanted to eat her over breakfast.”
Edge smiled. “I do want to eat her, but believe me, when I do, she’s going to love every single second of it.”
He made his way upstairs and went straight to his bedroom. After breakfast he’d told them he had some work to do. The deal with Marcel had worked a treat, and they were able to ship the drugs from the docks across the city to where they wanted it. The second payment was due, and he wanted to make arrangements. He also wanted Marcel to know it would be at least a month before they moved any more drugs.
One shipment was always a risk, two was fucking crazy. Now they needed to lay low. With a third, there was always higher risks, and the chances of getting caught were higher.