Dayanara Chapter 5 #2
I knew I could choke him out, but that wasn’t my intention.
We kept at it for a couple of minutes before we gave up.
I loosened my hold. Stryder sat me on the floor.
There were several of the kids underfoot.
They’d gotten involved in the cheering and were laughing and hopping up and down.
Automatically, I held up my hands in claws and growled.
That got them scattering. Their childish giggles made me chuckle.
“I think you deserve a drink after that. What can I get you?” Stalker asked.
“I’m not sure. Let me see what you have,” I said, as I headed toward the bar. He and Predator fell in step with me. At the bar, Ivan was manning it. He smiled at me.
“What can I get you, pretty lady?”
“Hmm, let me think. I’m usually a tequila or vodka woman. Do you do mixed drinks, or straight up only?”
“I can do anything. If I haven’t made it before, I’ll look it up,” he replied.
“How about a simple vodka soda? It’s soda water, vodka, and lime juice. Not sure of the portions, though,” I suggested.
Ivan took out his phone, and in no time, he was mixing. As we stood there, Predator got behind the bar and grabbed two beers. He removed the caps, but I noticed they didn’t take a sip. A minute later, Ivan slid a glass over to me.
“There you go, a vodka soda for the lady.” He winked.
In unison, I heard growls from both my escorts.
Ivan’s eyes widened, then he held up his hands and stepped back.
I glanced back and forth between Predator and Stalker.
Both were glaring at him. What was up with that?
Were prospects not allowed to flirt with women?
That had to be it. Stryder hadn’t gone into great detail on the dos and don’ts.
It reminded me of everything I had to learn during boot camp and in my years as a Marine. There were numerous unwritten rules.
“Thank you, Ivan,” I told him sweetly. He might not be allowed to flirt, but I could be nice. He gave me a nod.
As we made our way back to the table, which was empty at the moment, I decided to ask my companions. I waited until we sat.
“Okay, so I don’t get someone in trouble. What other rules do I need to know? Clearly, prospects aren’t allowed to flirt or wink at someone.”
“That’s not a rule,” Stalker replied immediately.
“Then what was up with you growling at the poor guy?”
“We growled because we don’t want him flirting and winking at you,” Predator explained.
“Why not?” I slipped out before I could censor myself.
They exchanged a glance. I wasn’t sure what they meant by it.
“Let’s go somewhere quieter. We’ll explain,” Stalker answered.
I took a moment to contemplate, then stood back up. They got to their feet. I followed Predator down the hallway, where the bathroom and most of the individual rooms were. I’d discovered them the last time I was here, when we’d been given a tour.
Abruptly, we stopped outside a door. A key came out of Stalker’s pocket, and he unlocked it. I followed him inside. My stomach quivered when I noted it was a bedroom. Based on the scent in the air, it belonged to Stalker. The click of the door closing behind me made me twirl around.
“Dayanara, don’t be alarmed. I only closed it so we wouldn’t be disturbed. If it bothers you, I’ll open it,” Predator swiftly promised.
“Please, we just want to talk. We’ll sit over on the bed, and you can stay in the chair close to the door if that makes you feel safer,” Stalker offered.
It might sound stupid, but I wasn’t nervous about being behind closed doors with them.
I got no vibe that they’d attack me. And if they tried, I’d make them regret it.
What I worried about was me attacking them.
Christ, I must’ve been without sex for too long.
I tried not to focus on the bed, but it was hard when they were seated on it. I took a large sip of my drink.
“I’m not afraid of you. I’m trying to think why whatever you have to say requires privacy. Is it a secret?”
“A secret, no. Or at least not to anyone other than you, your brother, and your sister. I think everyone else knows,” Stalker said mysteriously.
“I’m all ears. Tell me,” I responded.
“We’ve been trying to decide how to talk to you about this.
We’re simple men, bikers, Dayanara. We’re into blunt speaking and not beating around the proverbial bush.
The simple truth is, we growled at Ivan because we don’t want him or anyone else flirting with you.
Since the first moment we met you, you’ve preyed on our minds.
And it’s gotten worse over the intervening days,” Predator blurted out.
My mouth dropped open. I blinked as if that would help me understand what he said. Surely, he hadn’t just told me they were interested in me. Or if he did, that it meant what I wanted it to mean.
“I-I mean, I’m flattered. Don’t think that I’m not. But I’m not looking for friends with benefits, or whatever you call it,” I finally said.
“It isn’t friends with benefits bullshit,” Stalker stated.
“Then I don’t understand.”
“You’re not engaged or married. The one thing your cousin couldn’t tell us for sure was whether you’re seeing someone, dating,” Predator added.
“No, I’m not dating anyone.”
I heard sighs of relief, and a small amount of tension seemed to leak out of their bodies.
“Thank fuck. What we want to ask you is, would you consider dating us?” Stalker asked.
“Date? Both of you? You mean go out on dates and then what? See which one of you I might like more?”
“No, well, yeah, if that’s the way it goes. But truthfully, we hope that you’ll like us equally and want to continue to be with us,” Predator stated.
I was back to being stunned speechless. Did he mean I’d have a sexual relationship with both of them?
Date and sleep with one on one night, and then do it with the other the next time?
I knew some women and men did that, as well as some who were with more than one person at the same time.
They were different versions of polyamory.
I never did it, but I heard of it. The thought of that had never held any appeal to me.
However, imagining that was what they meant made my heart beat faster, and a sense of excitement shot through me.
Take a chill pill, Daya. That’s not what they’re meaning, I lectured myself.
The room was growing hot. I took another sip and then wiggled in my seat.
“Say something. Ask questions. Tell us if this is abhorrent to you. Or if you like one of us and not the other, say so. We’re grown men. We can take the truth,” Predator said gruffly. Stalker nodded.
“I don’t know what to say. Give me a minute to wrap my head around what it is you want. Let me clarify. You both want to date me, hoping I’ll want both of you. It’s not for mere sex. Right?” I asked.
“That’s right,” Stalker said as Predator nodded in agreement.
“How would we refer to each other, assuming we all three date each other?” I asked.
“First of all, to be clear, it would be us sometimes individually, but mainly together with you. There will be nothing between Stalker and me. We’re one hundred percent straight,” Predator clarified. Stalker picked up when he paused.
“As for how we’d refer to each other, to start, we’d be boyfriend and girlfriend. However, we want this to be so much more, as in permanent. That would make you our old lady,” Stalker added.
A tiny gasp caught in my throat. My pulse pounded, and my face was flushed. Oh my God, they wanted me, both of them. And at the same time. While the idea of being with two men at once was intimidating, it was equally thrilling. Wait. I should clarify that was what they meant by mainly together.
“W-when you said you want to be mainly together with me, it would be not just for dates and time spent together outside of sex, but also during sex, right?” I asked hoarsely.
“Dayanara, would you come here and sit with us? We feel your anxiety. Let us reassure you,” Stalker said in a pleading tone.
They both held out their hands. I found myself standing and going to them without conscious thought. They moved, making sure there was enough room between them for me. I sat. Both turned to face me as much as they could. I glanced back and forth between them.
“Yes, ultimately, we’d love to have sex with you together. It would, however, be what makes you most comfortable with us both there. But, if that’s too much, then we’d stick to one-on-one. Though we’d like to at least sleep in the same bed with you,” Predator said.
“But that’s not your preference,” I stated.
“No, it’s not, but as long as we have you in our life and bed, we’ll take you however you’re willing to give yourself to us,” Stalker blurted out.
My mind raced and was a jumbled mess. But another thought came to the surface.
“What about your club? What in the world will they think of this? You have to admit, this isn’t something many people see or accept. I’d hate for it to cause problems with your brothers. Don’t they have to approve whoever you want as your old lady? Stryder mentioned that, I think.”
“The guys do have to vote you in. As for causing trouble within the club, the answer is, it won’t.
If we’re serious about our claim, then they’ll be good with it.
What will they think? They’ll be happy for us.
As long as we’re happy, they’ll be behind it.
Before you say it’s too taboo, or whatever, we should explain that this won’t be the first straight polyamorous relationship they’ve been exposed to.
Nor would it be the first bisexual, polyamorous, or gay relationships we’ve had in our circle of friends.