“Yes sir,” Scar makes a sound in the back of his throat, and the tips of his fingers dig into my hip.
I should have known that he would like to be called sir by his women. I wonder if he also likes to be her boss.He and I would never work if he expected me to bow down to him.
Bad Finley, what the fuck are you thinking? There is no way that you could ever be his woman, why in the hell am I even considering what he would expect of me?
“Is there anything I can get you, boys?” She leans her elbows on the far side of the bar and pushes her breasts up until they are almost falling out of the already damn near non-existent shirt. “Anything at all?” She directs her second try at Pyro personally, and immediately I get the urge to burn her with the lighter that I know he has in his pocket.
I am not the type to play with fire, I have been burnt with a cigarette before and that was bad enough, I can't imagine what a real flame would do.
Pyro’s name stems from the fact that he burnt his childhood home down when he was a teenager. His abusive father had passed out drunk on the couch.He never got in any trouble because it wasn’t a far stretch to think that he passes out drunk with a lit cigarette in his hand.
“I’ve got them taken care of, Haley. You can move on. Now.” She finally looks at me instead of the guys and her face says it all. Haley isn't the type of girl that gets dismissed by men, and she is extremely bothered by me telling her to leave and none of them standing up for her.
She takes pride in the fact that she is a crowd favorite, but I see it for what it is–she is easy–why would any of the brothers work to get laid when she is walking around offering it up for nothing?
There was gossip that she was trying to get some of the brothers to tie her down, she's been around long enough that she thinks she deserves it. The problem with her philosophy is not only is she easy but none of the men would want to have an Ol’ lady that has been with most of the brothers. Not that the brothers are weird about how many partners their women have had, but most of the guys in the club have been with her, and there is something to be said about marrying someone that’s slept with half of the brothers.
“Oh honey, I wasn't talking about the drinks.” The way that she calls me honey lights the flame in my rage again. She–like most people–sees me as a princess that has been protected and sheltered by the club my whole life. I could correct her but not without hurting her feelings–and probably her nose.
"You should leave before I let her break your face." Bell keeps his eyes on me but his threat to her is evident. She gives him a shocked look that he misses but she isn't that focused on him. She came over here for Pyro and he isn't even glancing in her direction.
I can argue that I am not responsible for my rage if she keeps pushing me.
Haley sticks her bottom lip out in a pout but steps away from us anyway. When I turn back to the guys, Scar keeps his hand on my hip, effectively keeping me from scooting away from him. I know that everyone is thinking about the last time that a girl tried to take one of these guys when I was having a conversation with them. Pyro runs a hand through his messy red hair and chuckles to himself, while Bell looks positively entertained by my attitude toward her.
“Now about this conversation that we were having,” Bell steps closer, so much so that his knees bump with his brothers and I am boxed in. The only way that I would be able to get away from them is if I go over the bar and out the back.
Only, I’m not exactly trying to get away from them.
“It could work if you wanted it to,” Pyro adds before I can say anything.
I am leaving for college in the morning. I guess if there was ever a day to let these men have their way with me, it's today. I will be able to go off to school and get by on the memory of being with them. Sure, nothing will ever live up to getting to be with three ripped, older, rough, bikers, but maybe that’s exactly what I need to realize I want a different life than this.
When I first graduated high school, I didn't want to go off to college, I stayed in my life at the MC and took what classes I could from the community college here in town. After several years of that, I wanted to try something different. As an MC brat, I didn't have the choice of being raised like a normal person, I don't even know what that word means. If there is ever a chance at me having a different life for myself it has to start now, before I find myself too deep to get away.
Part of me thinks it might already be too late for that, but I am going to give it a hell of a shot.
One crazy night with them will give me that extra insight into why I need to get away. They will have their way with me and then tomorrow they will move on with their lives, sure it will hurt a little but maybe this is exactly what I need to get over this shit. If I never gave into this I would always wonder, at least this way I will have the memory of them acting like it didn't happen.
Not that I am going to be a lazy fuck, but these men would have anyone they wanted, anyway they wanted. They might have talked about sharing me but the idea of how it would work is going to be impossible to live up to. They have a revolving door of women around them; they would never be truly satisfied by just me.
Fuck it. I’m going for it.
“Any way that I want it?” I make eye contact with each of them, testing their resolve in this decision they seem to have made unanimously.
They all nod without hesitation.
I have never been with three men at once, two? Sure. A man and a woman? More than once. But three men? This will be a first.
“Is one night worth the wrath of my father?” I aim this question at Scar, my father's VP, the closest thing to him that there is. Sure, he hasn't been around the club as long as some other members but there is a very good reason that my father chose him to replace the former VP.
“You aren’t seeing this clearly if you think we are only interested in one night,” his hand is still on my hip and his fingers gently caress the same spot that he had dug into when I called him sir.
“I leave tomorrow,” I remind him.
“You are going to school close by, and I know you, sugar. You will be back. You are not made for life on the right side of the line, you are too bloodthirsty.” I want to argue with him, the whole reason I am going away for college is so that I can get away from this life. But I worry that he might be right, what if I can't walk away from this? What if I can't live a normal life, I am hoping to open more doors than just becoming some biker's Ol’ lady.
“Hell, you might be right, but that doesn't mean that I am not going to try like hell.”