Dayanara Chapter 7 #2
My breathing increased as my nipples tingled and hardened into tight buds.
Between my legs, my panties dampened. My body was preparing itself for sex, even if a part of my brain was saying it was too soon.
We should know each other longer before going there.
Reluctantly, I drew away. I needed to make sure that Stalker wasn’t feeling left out.
I smiled at Predator. He winked. He knew what I was doing. I rolled to face Stalker.
He sat patiently waiting. There was no upset expression.
He met my mouth halfway. This kiss was as amazing as the one Predator shared with me, but there was a difference between his and Predator’s.
Both were hands down the best kisses of my life.
By the time Stalker eased me away, I was panting, and my head was whirling.
“Damn, you two know how to make a girl’s head whirl,” I muttered. They chuckled.
“You should talk. I still can’t think straight,” Predator confessed.
“Me either, but what a way to be,” Stalker murmured.
“Daya, thank you,” Stalker added after a few moments of silence.
“For what?” I asked. Was he thanking me for kissing him?
“For tonight. All the time you spent with the club and us. Hearing us out earlier and deciding to let this play out, for taking a chance on us, and then agreeing to stay the night with us, trusting that we wouldn’t force you to give us more than you’re willing to give.
The kisses were icing on the cake, babe,” Stalker explained.
“It’s a damn dream come true, Daya. We never let ourselves hope for a woman like you. Finding someone willing to be with both of us is a miracle,” Predator tacked on.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked. They nodded.
“You’ve clearly been with a woman together. Was it always your desire to have a single woman you can share a life with? Was that the only acceptable outcome to get you to settle down?”
“No, it wasn’t the only acceptable outcome.
Yes, we’ve been with women together and apart.
It wasn’t a must for us to claim an old lady, but we weren’t opposed to the possibility.
Our tastes and desires are almost identical.
The idea that we’d find two women who had those qualities and would want us seemed too much to wish for,” Predator stated.
I let what they said sink in. Stalker broke the silence.
“Is there more you want to ask? We’ll tell you the truth no matter what you ask.”
“Let’s assume this progresses the way we picture it, and I become your old lady. I presume that means we’ll live together here. Right?”
“Yes, living together is a must. For bikers, an old lady is our wife. As for living here, it would be preferable. We like the security of it, and we’re close to our club family.
But it’s not a requirement. It’s a choice.
If this isn’t something you want, we’ll compromise.
It’ll have to be somewhere in or close to Hunters Creek,” Stalker informed me.
“So, we’d live in one of your rooms—”
Predator cut me off. “No. We’d build a house like the others have.
In all honesty, we’ve talked about doing it before you came along.
We’re tired of being in the clubhouse with noise and shit.
But we held back, even though we never said it, hoping we’d need only one.
What if we went ahead and built a single house, only to end up with two women?
I doubt they’d be happy living together.
One of us would have to deal with the hassle of a rebuild and getting the second house to suit. So we’ve just stayed here.”
“But we don’t have to stay here until our house is built, Melyster.
You haven’t seen the whole compound. It’s been nighttime both times you’ve been here.
Later, when it’s daylight, we’ll give you the entire tour.
We have townhomes that we built for guests or when extended family visits.
We can take over one of those, so we have privacy while our home is built.
Others have done it. That way, we’re together but apart.
That’s if you want to live here,” Stalker expanded.
“Townhouses? Wow, I guess I do need to see what all you’ve got hidden here.
You’ve thought of so much. I hate to be further from Brighton, but it’s not that far.
My work allows me to live anywhere in the state.
Okay, I have one more question. Do you prefer me to call you by your club names or do you like the nicknames I gave you earlier? ”
They chuckled.
“Baby, I liked that name you gave me, so you can use it whenever you want. However, I would like it if, when we’re alone, you’d call me by my real name, too. Let me officially introduce myself. I’m Kian Sabatelli,” Predator said.
“The nickname is great, but like Predator, I want you to use my name, too. I’m Riggs Bryne. Now, you must use our club names when we’re in public or with the club. It’s when we’re in private that the others are used. It’s a biker thing,” Stalker explained.
“Riggs and Kian. Mmm, I like those names. Well, Kian and Riggs, how about letting me kiss you again?” I purred. Their devilish smiles told me they were all for that.
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Last night had been better in some ways than I hoped, and worse in others.
The worst was my overwhelming desire to do more than kiss.
But I thought I should behave myself this first night.
Both of the guys were pure gentlemen, though they had massive erections tenting their pants most of the time.
I itched to touch them, but didn’t. Damn, I deserved an award for resisting.
The best was how easily I slept with them.
I was usually restless when someone else was in my bed.
It brought back memories of Marshall. With Stalker and Predator, I relaxed and fell asleep easily.
The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes, and it was morning.
They were already awake. I said good morning, and what I got in return was a series of thorough kisses.
They didn’t care about morning breath or the fact that my hair was a mess.
Eventually, after thorough kissing, we got up and took care of our morning ablutions.
The guys took my hands and led me out of the room and back to the common room.
A few people were milling about. They hollered good morning or threw up their hands.
We returned them, but the guys didn’t stop until we were in the vast kitchen.
“Let’s see what we have to make breakfast. This kitchen is communal. The club buys food, and we all contribute to the funding. The prospects are responsible for keeping it stocked. Sometimes, the old ladies will fix a meal for everyone, but it’s not an expectation,” Stalker explained.
“I like that. Do you have preferences in breakfast foods?” I asked.
That remark led us to share which foods we loved or hated. As we talked, we went through the pantry, fridge, and freezer, pulling out items. Since I knew that the other single guys were probably hungry, I suggested we make enough to feed them.
“We should make more so the other guys who stay here have breakfast. I assume the married ones eat at home.”
My guys smiled and nodded.
In no time, we were working together to make pancakes with and without blueberries.
Orange juice was found. Coffee was made.
Alongside the pancakes, we made French toast, scrambled eggs, sausage, and bacon.
Both of them insisted on helping. Soon, guys began coming into the kitchen.
They sniffed and asked what smelled so good.
I laughingly had to chase them off when they tried to get to the pancakes I was making.
They laughed, then said they’d be back when I least expected them.
While I cooked, I sent a message to Brighton.
Me: Good morning. Breakfast in the clubhouse if you haven’t eaten.
She replied quickly.
Brighton: TY, but we ate here. See you later? How is Jess?
Me: Yes, later. Haven’t seen Jess yet.
Brighton: Hopefully, he’s in a better mood.
Me: Let’s hope. No worries. See me before you go shopping.
Brighton: I will. Love you.
Me: Love you, too.
“How is your sister this morning?” Predator asked.
“She seems great. She’s already eaten, but she’ll check in with me before they go shopping. I’m so glad she’s going with them. She tends to isolate herself outside of going to school.”
“It has to be hard to feel safe,” Stalker said.
“It is. I battled it myself. It was the Corps that finally made me comfortable enough to do it. When I felt in control and capable of defending myself, I could face crowds and the unknown,” I admitted.
“I wish we’d met you years ago. The thought of you dealing with that and keeping it a secret kills me,” Predator said.
“Dolcezza, I know that it’s your tale to tell, but I want you to think about telling your family what happened. They need to know we’ll be making Marshall Webb pay double. We’re getting retribution for Brighton and you,” Stalker said.
Our voices weren’t super loud, and we were alone in the kitchen. Or so we thought until I heard my brother’s voice.
“What the fuck do you mean, getting retribution for Breezy and Daya?”
We swung around to find Jess and Stryder standing there.
Jess wore a thunderous scowl. Stryder was frowning.
Puzzlement was clear. My stomach dropped.
Supportive hands on my back prevented me from stumbling back.
Christ, this wasn’t the way I wanted them to find out.
I had been debating since I told the guys whether I should tell my family.
It seemed that I had no choice now. Predator and Stalker gave me encouraging smiles.
“We need to talk. But it has to wait until after breakfast. Please, don’t ask. I don’t want to have this conversation in front of the whole club,” I implored them.