Raven would never survive a life like that.
Zoe, on the other hand. She was raised to be on the wrong side of the law, she did everything that she could to get away from her family and the things that she hated about them, but she is as bloodthirsty as they come. She is just better at hiding it than one might think.
When I get home tonight, I have to remember to give her the phone numbers I have for her. I made sure to get Top’s and Hollow’s because I saw the intrigue in her when I mentioned that she could have them both. The thought of the look on Pyro’s face makes me chuckle, I could be wrong, but it looked like a flash of jealousy before I explained that they were for Zoe. He accused me of encouraging other women to build harems instead of dating just one man, I argued that I saw nothing wrong with that. There is always more love to give, and it will be much easier for two men to keep a woman happy than it would be for just one. I don’t mean sex either, each one of them will bring something different to the table and know how to deal with my attitude differently. If one is in the doghouse the other one would be there to help work things out.
“I expect no less Raven. I love that you accept me, but I would never ask for you to accept the club.”
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“ZOE!” I holler through the house, this shit is way too big for me to hunt her down when I can easily yell for her.
“She’s in the library,” someone calls from the kitchen. I holler back my thanks and head to the back corner of the house where we have a small library set up for studying.
“Zoe! I have a present for you.” I singsong as I push through the door.
This is probably one of my favorite rooms. It's darker than the others, with most of the light coming from small lamps that hang over chairs. The ones on the desks are off unless someone is using them and right now Zoe is the only one in here. She is curled up on the window seat with a glass of wine and a book on her lap.
I probably could have guessed that she would be in here, and I would have checked here before looking anywhere else, but yelling is still more effective.
“OOOOO! I love presents!” She sets her wine on the window ledge beside her and folds her finger into her book.
“Numbers,” when I don’t hand her anything she looks a little confused.
"I don’t like math.”
I snort at her pout and shake my head, “No you dummy. Phone numbers.” Her attitude perks back up but I can tell that she is still kind of confused. “Top and Hollow.”
Her eyebrows shoot into her hairline, and she sets the book down beside her, forgetting temporarily that she didn’t put a bookmark in it.
People are getting more used to the idea of poly relationships, but I know that a majority of people still see a problem with it, her brain is working through what she might want and what society deems acceptable. I have always thought that people in poly relationships are living in the future, with more income, more people to be around for children, and a better understanding of their own needs.
I haven’t talked to the guys about it, but I don’t want them dating anyone else. At least not right now. It’s a lot of pressure but I hope to be everything for them, if the day comes that I am not meeting that standard I want to be able to talk about it with them and figure out something that works for everyone. I don’t think I would be able to handle seeing them with someone else though.
Unless they want to explore with each other, I could be into that.
Either way, if she wants to be with both of them, I think they would be into it, but it will have to be something that she talks to both of them about.
“How do I go about bringing that up?” She finally asks, curiosity rolling off of her in waves.
“That I don’t have an answer to. My guys had a conversation about sharing me before I even knew they wanted to be with me. I can suggest one of my guys bring it up in passing but you know how men are, he would probably just go to them and be like ‘bro, she wants both of you, so figure out how to do that because it’s a blast,’ and I don’t know that’s how you want that to go.”
“Ugh! No. Maybe I should just open a group chat with both of them and lay it out. If they are into it then great, if not, well shit. Am I supposed to just pick one?” I refuse to pick between three men so I am not going to suggest that she do it but if one of them can’t stand the idea of sharing a woman then I guess the choice wouldn’t be made by her. Hell, she already slept with Top, he might not want to share her in which case she could just date him.
“If you are worried about it, why don’t you message Top first? The two of you have already been together so you can tell him that you might be interested in Hollow too and see how he feels about it?”
“What if he gets mad?”
Most of the guys in the MC are well versed when it comes to sharing women, maybe not at the same time as another brother, but I would say that most of them have slept with a girl that has been with another club member. I don’t see any of them getting mad at the idea.
“I don’t think he would get mad. He might not like the idea but the worst that he can do is say no. I suggest you tell him that I gave you his number and that you know he is part of the MC because they were threatened to keep my secret and he might freak if you don’t tell him.”
“Threatened?” she squeaks.
“Uh, yeah. I might have told them that they could fuck around with whoever they wanted but they weren’t allowed to start any kind of relationship, sexual or otherwise, with any of the sisters. It would be easy to figure out how I know them if they did. So, tell him that I told you who I am.”
“What would you have done if he had told someone who they were with?” She leans toward me, the glint in her eyes asking for blood to be the answer. For half a second, I worry about her getting close to the club and what that is doing to her already dark soul, but in the end, it might be exactly what she needs to truly move past her trauma.
I look behind me and make sure no one is lingering near the door; I should have done it before but there was no one around when I walked in here, so I hadn’t thought about it.