Predator & Stalker’s Hailstorm (Hunters Creek Archangel’s Warriors MC #15)

Prologue

I kicked back with my beer and my best friend and club brother, Stalker.

He and I had become inseparable since our days as prospects.

We’d joined our club, the Archangel’s Warriors MC in Hunters Creek, Tennessee, at the same time.

We were strangers at the time. However, as time passed and we survived our days as prospects together, we grew tight. We became tighter than blood brothers.

The day we’d been patched in and given our road names over four years ago had been one of the best days of my life. I knew it was the same for Stalker. He told me so. We loved our lives in the club, and everyone who was a part of it—brothers, old ladies, kids, and extended family.

We were gathered tonight in the clubhouse, which wasn’t anything unusual.

It was still early, so it was family time.

The brothers brought the old ladies and kids here to socialize and relax.

Later, after bedtime for the kiddos, they’d leave, and then the adult entertainment would begin.

Women from Hunters Creek and other places nearby, and the few club bunnies we had, would come sashaying in scantily dressed, ready to entice one or more of us to show them a good time.

The single brothers like me were the only ones these days who took them up on what they offered.

For Stalker and me, it was hit-or-miss whether we accepted.

If we did, sometimes it was individually, and other times, we’d fuck one together.

The brothers, with old ladies, never once thought about touching anyone else.

They knew what they had, and meaningless sex wasn’t worth losing their women and kids for.

If I were in their shoes, I wouldn’t either.

I’d never been one to share a woman until Stalker.

Nothing sexual ever happened between us.

We didn’t roll that way, though there was nothing wrong if one did.

We trusted each other and weren’t homophobic, so if parts accidentally touched, we hadn’t flipped the fuck out and run screaming from the room.

Stalker and I talked about it a few times, and we thought the risk of that happening was what scared a lot of men from double-teaming a woman.

Tonight, family time was to celebrate the newest addition to the Warriors’ family.

No, it wasn’t a new brother. Instead, it was a new kidlet.

This year has been a busy one for our chapter when it came to offspring.

We were at the end of September. Back at the beginning of February, Ace and Devyn had given birth to their son Hayden's baby brother, Karsyn.

Then, four months later, on the first of June, Demon and Zara had a baby girl.

They named her Leighton. She joined her big brother, Alessandro, or Alex, as we called him.

Alex was five and a half and very protective of his mom and sister.

In July, Player and Saylor had their first baby.

It was a girl, and they named her Venus.

We teased them that they were setting themselves up for her to be more than a handful.

Player claimed that’s what we had a club for.

Iceman and Meadow’s son, Vale, was born in August. When we asked why that name, they claimed it was keeping in line with her family’s unique names.

Meadow had twin sisters named Aspen and Sage.

Iceman remarked that where else would you find a meadow covered in snow and ice other than in a vale?

We all wondered what their other future children's names would be. No doubt they’d be unique.

That brings us to this month. Two weeks ago, Loki and Braelyn had their kidlet.

His name was Branton. He joined his older half-brother, Xander.

That had been a shock last year when Loki discovered he had a now thirteen-year-old son he knew nothing about with an ex.

It could’ve gotten ugly with Loki newly with Braelyn, and it had been a little iffy at first, but thankfully, they worked it out, and she treated Xander as hers.

The rockiness had nothing to do with Xander.

It was the fact that Loki kept parts of himself closed off to her.

Xander had merely brought the secret parts to light.

With this last addition, Branton brought our total number of kidlets in the club to twenty-five. To most people, that sounded huge, but our Dublin Falls chapter had over double that. We teased them that we would beat their number one day.

Stalker nudged me with his elbow. I glanced over at him. He jerked his chin toward the table where Loki stood with Braelyn, holding their youngest. The kid had been passed around like a hot potato all night. He was out like a light.

The old ladies, their kids, and their old men were heading for the exits. They were going home for the night. It wasn’t often that their men would return after escorting their families home. When those men did, they usually didn’t stay long.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you want that soon?” he asked.

“Want what?”

“An old lady, kids, that kind of thing. I know you said one day, but I wondered if you see that being years down the road, or sooner?”

I turned so that I could see his face better. He was staring at me. “Are you? I mean, we’ve still got time. I’m only thirty-two, and you’re thirty-three. Men can father a kid on their deathbeds if they can still get it up.”

“I know that. What I’m asking is, are you finding that the women who come to the club, or even the bunnies, have lost their appeal?

We’re not having sex like we used to. And I find that when I see them come walking in here barely dressed, that doesn’t make me instantly hard like it used to.

I thought at first it was because I’ve been with most of them, or because I've passed them over because they don’t interest me.

However, new ones have been sprinkled in, and some are what I went for in the past. I have zero interest. And before you ask if I need Viagra, asshole, the answer is no.

I can get it up and off just fine using my hand,” Stalker said.

I had been about to tease him, but I paused to consider what he had asked seriously. After a couple of minutes, I realized something. I took a swallow of my beer before answering him.

“Honestly, until just now, I would’ve said not really. But, thinking about it, you’re right. They are uninteresting. Most of the time, jerking myself off is enough. New ones rarely pique my interest, even for a one-and-done,” I admitted.

“Okay, think about this. You and I have had fun pleasuring the same woman together. We don’t always do that, but when we have, it’s been terrific.

I was thinking about whether I was ready to find an old lady for the past month or two.

As I did, another question popped into my head.

If we’re prepared to see if we can be serious about someone and settle down, would you ever consider us being like Steel and Hammer over in Dublin Falls?

They share Regan. Could you share a woman with me? ”

He studied me hard. I think he thought the idea would turn me off.

He had an uneasy look on his face. The truth was, on the rare occasions I’d thought about having an old lady over the past two years, I’d had this vague question about whether my best friend and I could find one for both of us. I’d never asked Stalker, though.

“Bro, I won’t lie. It has come up a few times for me, but it never stuck around long enough for me to mention it when we would see each other next.

I don’t believe I’d be opposed to it. The bigger issue is finding someone willing to be with us.

Women like Regan, and Neriah, the old lady of Tiger and Thorn, are rare.

Though in Neriah’s case, she has to share her men with each other.

That wouldn’t be the case with us. I wonder if anyone like those women exists in little old Hunters Creek? ”

“Maybe not, but I wanted to know if you were open to the possibility. And if you’re beginning to feel that our wild, carefree bachelor biker days aren’t what you want anymore,” Stalker explained.

“Let me ask you this. How long have you been wanting to ask me about being ready to settle down and the possibility of us sharing a woman?”

Stalker took his time before answering me.

“It’s been since spring. At first, it was this rare thought that popped into my head.

Then it became more frequent. When my disinterest in what was available was added to it, I sat and thought it through.

I’ve seen you’re not having sex much anymore either, so I decided to put it out there.

If you shot it down, no big deal. I don’t have to share someone.

But I want you to know that if there is ever a chance, I’m open to it.

I don’t believe I could do it with anyone else.

It makes it possible, too, because we have the same taste in women,” Stalker explained.

He was right about our tastes, and I agreed I’d only be able to consider it with him.

That wasn’t meant to disrespect any of my other club brothers.

It was just that Stalker knew me inside and out, the same way I knew him.

It was why we were closer than blood brothers.

I doubted there would be jealousy from sharing my woman with him.

“Stalker, it would take a miracle for us to find someone who not only would we desire long-term, but to have her open to being with both of us forever,” I warned him.

He grimaced, then nodded. “I know it’s a pipe dream, Predator.

But when I see how happy some of our brothers are, I see that they have someone they adore and who adores them back.

They have children who reflect the love they have for their old ladies.

I want that. I’m fucking tired of these skanky bitches crawling all over me, just because they want to have sex so they can brag about it.

Or they want a man to support them for the rest of their lives.

Fidelity is a dirty word to them. I’m done,” my best friend stated firmly and with conviction. He meant what he said.

Before I could say anything, two women slithered up to us with hungry expressions.

They were barely clothed. I’d seen both here before.

I hadn’t fucked either of them, nor had I seen Stalker with them.

The brunette, who was staring at me, leaned down so I could see down her almost nonexistent top to her highly suspect fake tits, while her platinum blond friend edged closer to Stalker and did the same.

“Hello. You two look like you could use some company. We’ve been hoping to get the two of you alone for weeks. We’re sorry it has taken so long. My name is Lisa. This is my friend Anya.” Her expression was confident, like she knew we’d jump at the chance.

“We’re not interested,” I stated. My tone was sharp. I took another drink of my now-warm beer.

“Don’t be like that. I know that Lisa and I can cheer you guys up. Why don’t we go down the hall and find a room? You can share us,” Anya purred.

There was heat in her eyes. She wanted to be used by both of us and in the same room as her friend.

I bet they loved to watch each other perform.

In the past, this wouldn’t have bothered me.

It would’ve been hot and a hell yeah. But sometime over the past few months, that answer had changed.

Lisa and Anya did nothing for me sexually.

“He said we’re not interested. Go bug someone else. There won’t be any foursome tonight,” Stalker spat out. He glared at them.

“I can’t believe this! You’re bikers. You always want sex. We’re just as good as anyone else here. In fact, we’re far better,” Lisa replied with a bite to her tone. She was insulted.

“Don’t presume to know shit about us. Not that it’s any of your business, but we’re not sleeping with anyone here tonight. As for you two being better, don’t kid yourself,” I told them with a tone of boredom in my voice.

Both gasped, straightened, and sneered at us. As they stomped off, Anya loudly said, “They’re fucking losers. They’ll be begging us to suck their cocks before the night is over. And my answer will be hell no.”

Lisa nodded in agreement.

“My cock will fall off before I ask you to suck it or anything else. But if you want to hold your breath, do it. At least that’ll be entertaining,” Stalker shouted after them.

We were given the middle finger by both women, which made us burst out laughing. They strutted up to Torque and Gears. Everyone heard us. Those two brothers were eyeing those two skanks warily. Run like hell, I thought.

“You wanna get outta here and talk through my idea?” Stalker asked.

“Sure, why not? It’ll be better than watching this shit,” I agreed as I stood up.

He came to his feet, and together we yelled that we were done for the night. In my gut, it felt as if I should’ve said for good. Amid goodbyes and a few remarks encouraging us to stay, we shook our heads as we wished them all a good night.

Stalker and I still lived in the clubhouse.

It was a remodeled mansion designed for comfort.

Stalker and I had rooms that shared a bathroom.

My door was first, so we went to it, and I unlocked it.

While we could trust our club members and their women, there were small children and occasionally strangers coming to the clubhouse, so we kept our shit locked.

As I shut the door, I wondered what outcome this discussion would yield.