Dayanara Chapter 7
I was nervous. I glanced into the mirror over the sink.
Was I about to do this? Yes, I was. There were people still in the common room, mainly the single guys, hangarounds, and bunnies.
The latter two had stayed well away from Stalker and Predator after the confrontation with Kanda.
The other couples had slowly drifted home.
I was debating how to approach Jess and Brighton about staying the night when the decision was taken out of my hands.
Brighton had come up and congratulated me on the guys.
She’d been shy about it, but genuine. About an hour later, she came over again.
“Daya, if it’s okay with you and Jess, I’d like to stay tonight. Aspen and Sage invited me back to stay at their house. They want to go shopping tomorrow and asked if I’d go.”
The excitement on her face made me smile.
“Honey, you can do whatever you want. You’re an adult,” I reminded her.
“I know, but you know how Jess is. I thought if you were for it, he’d be easier to persuade. He’s been in a foul mood most of the night.”
“He’s upset about the guys and me. Don’t let him worry you. You do your thing. Head out now, if you want. I’ll deal with him. In the shape he’s in, he can’t drive and will be staying anyway.”
“Oh, okay, thanks.” She kissed my cheek and walked back to the two young ladies. They grinned and then walked off with her.
“Those two are good people, and they’ll be good for her,” Predator murmured.
“Everyone here in the club seems to be good people,” I said.
“Since she’s staying, have you decided whether you will?” Stalker asked.
“I have and I will. Let me go tell Jess and take his keys. He might get stubborn and try to leave.”
“Let’s go do it,” Predator said.
Stalker nodded. Knowing they wouldn’t allow me to face my brother alone, I saved my breath. We were across the room, standing before Jess, in seconds. He was slumped in a chair along the wall. His bleary eyes were watching the room. Stryder moved closer when he saw us. He raised his head to us.
“What?” Jess rasped.
“I wanted to tell you that Breezy went to stay the night with Aspen and Sage. They’re making plans to shop tomorrow.
You and I have had too much to drink to drive safely.
Take one of the rooms Stryder mentioned.
We all brought an overnight bag. I’ll grab yours when I get mine. ” I said it pleasantly.
“So I take a room, and Breezy stays with those girls. Where are you planning to sleep? With them?” He pointed to my guys.
“Jess, where I sleep is my business. I’ll get our bags,” I told him, refusing to engage in an argument with him.
I took two steps before he grabbed my wrist, wrenching me toward him.
I caught myself from falling into his lap by clutching the arm of his chair.
Low, dangerous rumbles came from Predator and Stalker.
Immediately, they were bent low on both sides of me.
They were glowering. It was Stalker who spoke.
“Remove your hands from her arm. There’s no need to grab her.”
“I’m not hurting her. I want to speak to my sister, alone,” Jess slurred.
“Not happening,” Predator said.
“Jess, you need to let go of Daya. You’re drunk. You’re not in control of your strength or mouth. Leave it,” Stryder demanded.
“Fuck if I will. She’s my sister. I have a right to talk to her.
They can’t stop me. You have to stop this, Daya.
It’s not too late to get away from them before your whole life is destroyed.
If you stay with them, no one will take you seriously.
Your work will fire you. You’ll be shunned,” Jess asserted.
“Anyone who judges me based on who I’m with doesn’t matter to me.
And I hardly think my employer cares who I sleep with.
They only care about the work I do for them, and it’s been exemplary.
What you’re worried about is how people will treat you for having a sister who’s with two men.
That’s what you mean. Fuck them. Don’t let others’ expectations rule your life, Jess,” I reasoned.
“What happens when they get tired of you and kick you to the curb? What if you end up pregnant? Or you have kids and stay with these two? The kids will have to live with the stigma of their parents being in a deviant relationship. You don’t want that, do you?” His voice was louder.
“Stryder, get his ass to bed. Take his keys. She doesn’t need this shit,” Stalker growled.
As he did, Predator reached over, gripped Jess’s trigger points, making his grip loosen so I could take back my arm. Jess tried to stand, his face reddening. I would’ve stayed to deal with him, but my cousin shooed me away.
“Daya, go with them. I’ll handle him. You know how he gets when he’s drunk and upset. I’ll make sure he doesn’t leave. You can talk to him tomorrow after he sobers up. Don’t let him ruin your night. Go.”
“Thank you,” I told Stryder.
My guys led me away. We ended up in Predator’s room. It was his bathroom I was in, staring at myself in the mirror. They’d offered me one bathroom while they used another. I heard them moving around in both bedrooms and the murmur of voices, but I couldn’t tell what was said.
I was dressed in my standard winter sleepwear.
No, it wasn’t flannel from head to toe. That would make me too hot.
My feet were in warm socks because if my feet got cold, my whole body did.
I had on a pair of thin flannel sleep pants and a cotton T-shirt.
It was a fair middle ground for me. At least I’d brought my newest and prettiest set, not the holey ones.
My hair and teeth were brushed. My entire body was clean from the shower.
“You can do this. You’re a Marine,” I whispered to my image.
Swinging around, I took the few steps to the door that led into Predator’s bedroom and opened it before I panicked.
They’d been clear with me that they didn’t expect anything other than to share the bed with me.
Thank God, Predator had a king-sized bed.
With the size of those two, there would be no room for me in a smaller one.
Entering the room, I found the bed turned down.
Predator was sitting at the foot of the bed.
Stalker was kicked back in a chair. They were watching a television show.
It was one of those action movies that most men loved.
However, as soon as they saw me, the television went dark, and they came to their feet.
I’d have to be blind not to see the desire burning in their eyes.
They ran them slowly up and down my body, cataloging me.
I was proud of my body for its strength.
I wasn’t a muscle-bound bodybuilder, but I had muscles and still retained some curves.
I never aspired to be reed-thin or the size of a mountain.
Healthy and strong were my goals. Stalker’s groan made me look at him closer.
“Why are you groaning?” I asked.
“Because I’ve never had flannel and cotton look so damn sexy.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Predator muttered.
“You guys say the sweetest things. But let me look at you,” I responded.
They stood there, allowing me to peruse their bodies.
Both wore cotton athletic shorts. Their chests were bare.
Their bodies were works of art. Sculpted muscles covered in spots with intricate tattoos.
Their tattoos were on their chests, arms, and upper thighs.
I hadn’t seen their backs yet to determine whether they were there, too.
My hands tingled. I wanted to touch them everywhere.
To feel not only their smooth muscles, but to have the hair on their bodies tickle my palms. Both of them had chest hair, but it wasn’t a thick pelt.
No one would mistake them for bears. I bit my bottom lip as I met their stares.
“I don’t know how you can expect me to sleep with you tonight.”
They frowned and came closer.
“Why not?” Predator asked.
“What’s wrong?” Stalker added.
“What if I can’t keep my hands to myself? Or I end up kissing the hell out of you? I could disturb your rest,” I murmured.
A purr ripped out of Predator, and what sounded like a soft growl came from Stalker.
“Goddamn it, don’t scare us like that. Get into bed. We’ll risk it. And if you can’t resist, we’ll be able to handle it,” Stalker assured me.
“Ditto,” Predator said.
I turned and got into bed. I scooted to the middle.
They didn’t waste time getting in with me.
The cover came up to their waists. But before it did, I saw the lumps forming in the front of their pants.
Dear Lord, give me strength, I prayed. They rolled onto their sides, facing me. My gaze bounced between them.
“Daya, we meant what we said before. You have nothing to fear. We want you by our side. And if that’s all you want, then fine.
However, if you want more, know that we will gladly give it to you.
For example, if you want to know what it’s like to kiss us, we’ll happily demonstrate.
We’re desperate to know what your lips taste like.
But we can and will wait,” Stalker said.
“He’s right, Dolcezza. We’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be comfortable with us. But until then, your scent on the sheets and the warmth of your body are enough,” Predator added.
“Oh fuck it,” I muttered.
Since I faced Predator, I moved up higher on the headboard and then sealed my mouth to his.
His groan was loud and long. His hands gripped the back of my head, and he aggressively kissed me back.
Our lips pressed on and off, and then his tongue teased the seam between mine, making me open up and letting his tongue slip inside my mouth.
I gently bit it, then sucked to soothe away the sting.
Predator groaned again, then thrust his tongue in and out, mimicking what he undoubtedly wished to do elsewhere.