Chapter 42 Sandra
SANDRA
I've got an animal rescue. I've got a dream. I've got all the wild sex I could possibly want with three very willing participants. What I don't have, is three old men who call me their old lady.
We're about to fix that.
Taking an old lady is club business and only club business, so the usual place for the ceremony is in the common room at the clubhouse.
Today, no one is having sex over on the couches, though.
Heck, everyone has clothes on even. It’s still packed.
Every available Eagle is here and Natalie, of course, along with all of the Harem Brunch Club.
No kids, though. The older kids are watching the younger ones over at Alessa's.
I jokingly asked the guys if they were going to wear tuxes, and the response was a decisive no.
No Eagle is going to get hitched without his cut.
So to match them, I've stuck to a pair of tight jeans, black boots, a nice top that shows off my belly button jewelry, and my hair freshly dyed with a new coat of black, and my favorite purple underneath.
Kaylee was even super nice and did it for free as a not-quite-wedding gift.
She smiles at me from over on the side, throwing me a thumbs up when I shake out my hair to make the purple pop.
The guys are over by the bar, next to Eagle-eye, as clean-cut as I've ever seen them.
Beast has even tried to tame his hair and beard a little, though I don't expect it'll last for long.
New jeans, motorcycle boots, black T-shirts under their cuts, I feel we match energy in how we dressed.
Eagle-eye is Eagle-eye, dressed mostly as he usually is, though I think he polished up the leather of his cut, at least. It's got a gleam I'm not used to.
A bit to the side, Miriam is watching him with a sweet, indulgent smile.
I have a hard time seeing the soft, loving side of a man as intimidating as Eagle-eye, but looking at the two of them, it makes me hope that when I'm older, I'll still see my guys that way.
For now, they are my everythings, and I can't imagine seeing them in any other way.
I sidle up next to them, getting into position.
Zero pulls me into an embrace, while I look out at the crowd of bikers here to see me join the Harem Brunch Club for real, even if most of the bikers aren't even aware of its existence.
He murmurs in my ear, "Sure you didn't want this a little more formal? "
I shake my head. "The only important thing is that I have you guys, and you have me. If we could've just gone off and eloped, I would've done that, but who would I have married first? And would we have to divorce and re-elope every few years just to keep things even?"
Beast rumbles a quiet laugh. "Sounds like a lot of hassle. Besides, Eagle-eye woulda had a fucking fit. He might act like a grump, but he fucking loves these ceremonies."
"Alright folks, shut up and pay attention!" Eagle-eye announces. He smooths his bristly mustache with his fingers. He's put wax in it today, which makes it look extra sharp. "We're gonna start."
The crowd quiets. Zero squeezes me a little harder and Piston rests his hand on my back.
The adrenaline hits. I know being declared someone's old lady has no meaning legally. There’s no tax breaks, no insurance benefits, nothing like that.
It's in name only, but for us, and within the club, it means everything.
It gives me a standing the sluts don't have, and it gives me credence among the members.
I'll be recognized anywhere, and if I'm in trouble, there isn't a member who won't risk his life to keep me safe.
If not for my sake, then at least for their brothers'.
I'm becoming part of the club, even if I'll never be a blooded member.
The old adage of, "members have members" holds true, even in a club like the Eagles.
"Once again, a lovely lady has ensnared three of my best men.
I still haven't figured out what the fuck she wants with them, but that's not mine to say.
She can make her choices, and I'll just pretend that they're not ridiculous.
" He looks over at the four of us, and for just a fraction of a second, I'm convinced I see the hint of a proud smile on his face.
It's gone again in a flash. No one would believe me anyway.
"I suppose I should've figured it out as soon as I heard that Natalie had a little sister back in town, so my fault for not paying attention.
But you're all here now, and since you've decided to make something out of this mess, I might as well make sure it's done right. "
When Natalie got hitched to her guys, they did the ceremony over at Books and Crannies because they hadn’t even bought the building next door to have a whole separate bakery yet.
I think Beast is right. Eagle-eye always seems grumpy, but he lives for these moments.
All of the members are his boys in a way, and I think he’s proud of what he and they have achieved.
Plus he gets to be the center of attention and give a speech.
I suspect that if he'd made a different turn in life at some point, he could've done the complete other way and become a priest. Well, that’s never going to happen, but I could at least imagine it.
"Sandra!" his voice snaps like a drill sergeant that has swallowed a pound of gravel.
"Joining the Screaming Eagles is a big fucking deal.
While you're not a member, as an old lady you will represent the club and everyone in it.
There are expectations. There are demands, and sometimes there's lethal fucking danger.
You've decided to become a part of our family, which means that you pledge your support to your men, and to your club.
If you're serious about this, you gotta remember that both of those come first. We ride on our honor, and we're only as strong as our weakest link. Don't be that link that breaks."
He's got an open beer bottle on the bar, and he takes a drag from it before continuing.
"Now I know that sounds like a lot of bullshit for little reward but your men have a duty to you.
They will always protect you. They'll always belong to you.
And if you play your cards right, they'll keep your fire burning strong, over and under the sheets.
Always responsible, always there for you and always ready to ride on your behalf.
My question for you, Sandra, is if this is what you want. Honestly, I think you can do better."
I don’t believe it for an instant. Eagle-eye talks a tough game, but when it comes to his boys, and to Jupiter, or his kids, whether it's Faith or Damien, he's fiercely loyal. There isn’t a brother in this club that he doesn’t think is worthy of the Screaming Eagles.
So I nod. "I do. I want all of that, and I want it with Piston, Zero and Beast. I love them."
He snorts. "Your funeral, girl. In that case, Piston. Beast. Zero. All three of you, stand fucking straight when I'm talking to you."
Honestly, I feel like all of my guys are, but never mess with Eagle-eye when he's in a mood. That much I've learned.
"Here's the deal. Sandra's a beautiful girl.
She's got a good head on her shoulders, and she's got a good family in her sister.
She's got her own business and a plan. The point is, she doesn't fucking need you guys.
That means that if you want to hold on to her, you need to impress the fuck outta her.
Make her think that she can't go through life without you, even though everyone here knows that's a fucking lie.
My question to you then, is whether you still want to take this on, knowing that you're only with her by her own grace.
If you don't treat her right, if you don't have her screaming your names every night, you don't deserve someone like her. Are you still gonna try?"
Zero is the first. "Of course we will. We fucking love her. We're not letting her get away that easily."
Piston nods. "There's nothing we wouldn't do for her. Letting her go isn't a fucking option."
Beast looks between the two of them. "I'm in." When everyone laughs, he waits for it to peter out, then throws his arms out like he can't help it. "What? Piston and Zero already said it better than I ever will. So fuck yeah, I'm all in."
Eagle-eye looks back at me. "That good enough for you? Or should we make them grovel a little more?"
I can't help laughing. "No, that's fine. I'm willing to take their word for it. They've done a really good job so far, after all.
"Then, by the power vested in me as the club president, I—"
"Wait." Piston holds up a hand. "Got one more step." He whistles loud, then calls out, "Here, girl!"
Everyone looks towards the other end of the room, where Junkyard and Jupiter have been lying quietly together. Always together, these days.
"Come on, girl."
Junkyard pushes herself to her feet and comes trotting over, straight for me. Going into a crouch, I receive her with a hug, letting her lap at my face, giving me sloppy doggie kisses.
"Check the collar," Piston says.
I run my fingers along it, and in front I bump into rings?
Three of them? Oh. Oooh! I slip the collar off so I can dislodge the rings on it, letting them drop into my palm.
The rings look like they fit together somehow, like they're three layers of a single thing.
I put Junkyard's collar back on, and then I look more closely at them.
They're all engraved, each with my name on the inside, and then one of their names on the outside.
When I twist them together so they combine with a click, all three of their names are visible.
I slip the ring onto my finger and hold it up so they can see. "I love it!"
"Can I continue? I'm gonna continue, because I wanna finish my beer before it gets warm. I proclaim the four of you old men and an old lady. You better fucking live up to your promises, or I'm gonna have the three of you keelhauled, that clear?"
"Clear," all three of my guys say together.
"Good. We're done. Start the party." He grabs his beer off the bar and saunters over to Miriam, where he plants a solid kiss on her mouth. At least it looks that way, since as soon as he starts, so do my guys, and then they don't let me back up for air until I agree to go with them to celebrate.
It's honestly not very hard to convince me.
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