Dayanara
Stalker and Predator had me engaged in conversation with not only Brighton, but also Aria and Rylan.
Both were quieter women, but lovely, nonetheless.
We’d been talking for a while when Aria brought up her history.
I recalled what she’d said before. This time, she explained it in detail. My heart ached even more for her.
Next, Rylan spoke up and told us how she’d been raped and then pursued by her stepbrother.
How she’d had a baby, and Maverick never knew she was pregnant with his baby.
He thought she just up and ghosted him. A chance meeting when she returned to Hunters Creek to gather her thoughts on where to hide next brought them back together.
She’d been terrified her oldest daughter, Amiah, wasn’t Maverick’s.
Luckily, it turned out she was, but Rylan said that Maverick hadn’t cared if she was or not.
He promised to raise and love her as his own.
Their hardships hadn’t changed them from being wonderful, loving people.
They had scars and memories, but those horrors hadn’t ruined their lives.
They found love and had families. I loved that Brighton saw that.
She’d been stifled since Marshall’s molestation.
She didn’t date, and it was hard for her to trust others, especially guys.
Hell, it was a lesson for me to let what was happening between me, Predator, and Stalker grow.
It was what finally made me decide about tonight.
I was about to tell them I’d made up my mind about staying the night when we were joined by a group of women entering the clubhouse.
Brighton gave them a puzzled look. She had no idea who they were.
I, on the other hand, did. Stryder hadn’t talked about them.
It was from things I’d read, seen in life, and even on television.
These were easy women who came to party with the guys and have sex.
I wondered why they did it. Was sex that much better with a biker?
More exciting? Or were they out for more?
It could be all of those or something more.
I admit, seeing them made me wonder which of them the two men with me had been with. And how long ago? If we were to give this relationship a chance, not only would I have to reiterate the no cheating, but they’d need to get tested.
My last relationship was over two years ago.
I’d tested myself after breaking up. I’d done it periodically while we’d been together, too.
I didn’t trust a guy not to cheat. The last one hadn’t, but I had grown tired of his constant bitching about why I didn’t act like his friends’ girlfriends.
It pissed me off. He was a fellow Marine.
He knew what he was getting when he began pursuing me.
Warm breath on my ear and neck got my attention. It was Stalker. “Melyster, those women are here for the single men. I can tell by your expression that you know what they are. Rest assured, they aren’t for Predator and me. They haven’t been for a while.”
The warmth on the other side drew my attention to Predator. “Stalker is right. They lost their appeal months ago. We won’t cheat, Daya. And we’ve made sure that when the time comes for us to be together, you have nothing to worry about.”
“You’ve both been tested and not had sex since you were?” I whispered.
Brighton was in an animated conversation with Rylan, Aria, Sage, Aspen, and Meadow. They’d joined us. Their men were nearby.
“We have, and no, we haven’t,” Stalker assured me.
I couldn’t stop watching the women slink around the room. As I scanned it, I realized that there were no kids in here anymore. Some of the old ladies were gone, too. I was relieved. I’d hate to have to try to explain to the older children who these women were if I were their parents.
“Did the kids leave because they were coming?” I asked.
“They did. The rule is now that there are old ladies and family, that, unless otherwise specified, the bunnies and hangarounds aren’t allowed in until after ten p.m. Sometimes we have special celebrations where they aren’t allowed here at all.
Or if it’s an adults-only affair, then they might be here earlier.
Most people know to keep their hands off men when they have a partner, but occasionally, one will push back.
They’re put in their place and warned that if it happens again, they’ll regret it.
A second offense and they’re banned. If any of them give you grief, you put them in their place,” Predator insisted.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I will,” I purred. They chuckled.
I wouldn’t be ugly to them just because of what they did here. But if they pushed and wouldn’t back off, they wouldn’t like me.
“We have a friend named Wrath. He’s the president of the Pagan Souls of Oconee MC down in Georgia.
His old lady, Jalisa, grew up a princess in an outlaw club.
She takes no shit. Her nickname is Lunatic.
She introduced a unique concept that the other old ladies are excited about.
You’ll have to ask them to tell you about it.
But right now, let’s get you another drink,” Stalker said.
I’d split my time between the vodka soda, regular sodas, and plain water.
I’d been watching Jess. He kept far from us, and he was drinking heavily.
I hated that the thought of something happening between the guys and me had upset him that much, but he was an adult.
Stryder had gone up to him and spoken to him a few times.
Some of the other Warriors included him in conversation and even in pool games.
He’d interacted, but I could tell it was only to go through the motions.
He was in no shape to drive, and I’d had enough not to want to chance it.
Brighton had a couple of alcoholic drinks, but she was sober enough that she could drive us home if we wanted.
“I think water will be good for now,” I told Stalker.
He checked with Predator before getting up and heading to the bar.
“You called those women bunnies and hangarounds. What’s a hangaround?”
“You know what a barfly is, right?” he asked.
I nodded. “They’re the same. No shade toward them.
We all have needs, and as long as all parties consent, then who cares?
However, we know that the old ladies aren’t thrilled with them.
I can’t say I blame them. I wouldn’t want to see guys my woman had been with, either. ”
“Why, you sound a bit territorial there, Predator,” I teased.
“Damn right. Other than Stalker, no man should’ve touched you. Call me a caveman, I own it. But the weird thing is, it seems only you bring that out in me. I never had a single qualm about any brother being with someone I had been with. Another reason why I know you’re meant for me, us.”
I was basking in the glow of that remark when I heard Stalker’s voice. He wasn’t happy. “I told you to get lost. I’m not interested.”
Glancing up, I zeroed in on him. He was coming from the bar with three bottles. One of the women who had just entered stood in front of him, blocking his way. He scowled down at her. She had her head bent back, gazing up at him. Her back was to us, so I wasn’t able to see her face.
“Excuse me. I seem to be needed,” I told Predator.
I rose and headed for Stalker. I felt Predator right behind me. I heard a snicker escape him. Stalker’s eyes met mine.
“Excuse me, you’re preventing my man from bringing me my drink,” I said sweetly, as I hip checked her out of the way. I took the water bottle from him. Then, I stretched up and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Thanks, Ladykiller. Let’s go see what they’re doing at the dart boards,” I suggested.
I pretended the woman had left, although she hadn’t.
“Sure thing. Here you go, Predator.” He handed him his drink over my shoulder.
“Thanks, brother.”
I heard a loud sniff from the woman. I waited for her to say something to me or to try again with Stalker. Instead, I saw her out of the corner of my eye shift further out of my line of sight.
“Predator, let’s go somewhere less crowded. These two can go to the dart boards.” Her tone was sarcastic when she said the last sentence.
I turned to find her trying to latch onto his arm. He shook it. “Let go. I’m not going anywhere with you,” he informed her.
Her face went from seductive to upset. “Why not? I’m a lot better than a boring old game. Stalker’s loss is your gain.”
“Oops, sorry, I forgot. This one is with me, too. Come on, Studlicious. I want to see what your dart game is like. We’ll find a fourth to join us. Or maybe team up against three others,” I told him pleasantly as I put my hand on his arm. His smile was blinding.
“I like the sound of that, Dolcezza.”
“What the fuck? You can’t take both of them. You took Stalker away. You can’t have Predator, too. You have no right to them anyway. They’re fair game,” the woman snapped. Her voice was loud, drawing the attention of those close to us.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I know you had no way of knowing it, but you do now. These two aren’t up for grabs. They’re mine.”
Outrage morphed on her face. Her gaze narrowed on me, and a flush appeared in her cheeks.
“Like hell they’re yours. You’re new here, so let me explain the rules.
Even if you fucked one or both of them, they’re free agents.
They can be with anyone they want. You can’t decide to take them both.
The men make the decision here, not you.
What do you think you are, an old lady? Please, where’s your property cut if that’s the case?
Nowhere, because it’s not true. Predator, why are you guys humoring her? ” She pouted prettily up at him.
He jerked his arm free. “I’m not interested in going anywhere or doing anything with you,” he gruffly informed her.
“But why her?” she shouted, stomping her foot.
Neither of the guys answered her. They weren’t going to put me on the spot, claiming me as their girlfriend, until I told them I was ready for it to be public.
I knew it even if they said nothing. If I wanted to shut this hardheaded woman down and warn others to stay away, I had to give them something they understood.
“I’ll tell you why because I’m their girlfriend. My name is Dayanara. You’re right. I am new here. Now, I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your hands off my boyfriends and your offers to yourself. There are several single guys who no doubt would love your company.”
A few others echoed her gasp of disbelief.
The murmuring rose. The satisfied looks exchanged by many of the club members and their old ladies made me feel good.
My brother resembled a storm cloud. Brighton was standing there with her mouth hanging open, but I saw no disgust on her face.
It was a mix of awe and delight. My anxiety over how she’d take the news eased.
“Like hell you are! Stalker, Predator, tell this delusional bitch she’s wrong. Kick her out,” the woman shouted.
“She’s not wrong, Kanda. She’s our girlfriend. And as soon as she gives us a green light, we’ll be asking our brothers to vote her in as our old lady. Then, she’ll have the property cut you were asking about,” Predator told her with a smirk.
His arm had come around my waist. He tugged me flush against him. Stalker moved to the opposite side and did the same to me. Whistles and claps rang out as his brothers showed their approval. The old ladies were smiling.
Kanda stumbled away from us. “Y-you can’t mean that. She’s just arrived, and you’re claiming her? I’ve been here for a year. I should be the one you choose. I know I’ve made you both happy.”
I didn’t need the words to know she slept with them. My stomach flipped after hearing it aloud. My men gave me apologetic looks. I gave them what I hoped was a reassuring one back.
“Half-decent sex isn’t the only thing we need from our woman. There’s integrity, intelligence, strength, and a lot more. Daya has it all. No one has ever been in the running to be our woman other than her,” Stalker informed her.
Kanda’s face crumpled. I prepared for her to try to get physical, but instead, she let out a frustrated scream and then stormed toward the door.
We watched her go. She slammed out of it into the cold night.
The tension went with her. As soon as she was gone, the club crowded closer to congratulate us.
I was stunned yet so relieved and happy. Jess stayed at the bar.