Stalker Chapter 17
It was Monday again. This would be the third time since Webb’s first meeting with his parole officer.
If he missed it, as he did the last two, it would surely trigger his PO to do more than just note the absence and go about his week.
He hadn’t reported to anyone, nor had he attempted to make a home visit on Marshall Webb.
It was suspicious. Did he know Webb, and that’s why he wasn’t reporting him?
Did Webb have something over Steven Bauer?
Or was Bauer just lazy and worthless in his job?
The meeting was set for ten this morning. When we left the house for work this morning, Daya and Breezy had been distracted. They were wondering the same thing I was. What Predator was. As each day passed, they became more stressed, and Daya grimmer.
I wished I were in town, so I would be nearby if Webb showed, but it wasn’t likely at this point.
Instead, I was at Warriors’ Haven, just down the road from the compound.
To help curb their restlessness and take their mind off things, I brought Breezy and Daya with me.
They were happy to have a chance to visit Haven and meet some of the people we helped there.
At the moment, Breezy was in a cookie-making class with a couple of volunteers, a few of the moms, and the children who stayed here.
I introduced the sisters to several of the residents there.
I showed Daya the security features and the property’s layout while the baking was happening.
I introduced her to a couple of the non-club guys who worked as security here.
When she started asking them in-depth questions about their security protocols and patrolling patterns, I smirked at their astonished expressions.
When she told them she was a former Marine and worked security, among other things, I thought I might have to fight to keep her.
They’d been cautious about being too admiring due to her property cut, declaring she belonged to Predator and me.
They appeared puzzled when they read her cut, but hadn’t asked.
It wasn’t until later, when Daya was in the bathroom, that I caught a conversation I hadn’t been meant to hear. It was between two of the female residents. They hadn't heard me come into the living room area. Their names were Nadine and Ofelia.
“Did you see that Dayanara’s cut? It said that she’s Property of Stalker and Predator.
What the hell! It’s bad enough that she has one, but she has to be greedy and take two.
I’ve had my eye on Stalker. I knew if he spent enough time around me, he’d see that I was someone he should consider.
If you become an old lady, you’re set for life.
They don’t cheat, they take care of you, and they're not abusive,” Ofelia muttered.
“I know. It’s not fair. We’ve been around here for a while, and she comes out of nowhere and has two of them,” Nadine muttered darkly.
Having heard enough, I popped around the corner. I surprised them. Faces flushed. Then they tried to act as if they said nothing.
“Oh, hi, Stalker. How is everything? Do you need something?” Ofelia asked in her fake sweet voice.
“Everything would be great, except for one thing,” I replied.
I let it hang there. I wanted them to ask. After almost thirty seconds of silence, Nadine broke and asked.
“What’s that? You know we’ll help you in all ways possible,” Nadine seductively crooned.
“She’s right. We’ll be more than happy to assist you,” Ofelia tacked on.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop gossiping about my woman.
Yes, Daya is with Predator and me. Yes, that means we share her.
And just so there’s no misunderstanding, she’s the only woman who’ll wear our names.
She’s our old lady. And I demand that you desist from slandering people and manipulating.
As long as Predator and I agree, which we clearly do, and others accept that Daya is ours, we’re terrific.
The only ones it truly matters to are our club and us.
I don’t want to hear whining about our old lady.
If I do, you won’t like the consequences,” I snapped.
“Yes, Stalker,” Ofelia said.
“Got it,” Nadine mumbled as she dragged Ofelia away.
I kept walking until I was back in the kitchen.
There she was, hard at work. She was listening intently to something our lead security guy at Haven, a non-club member, had told her.
She was pointing at something on a blueprint.
I walked closer. I peered down at it, then recognized it was the blueprint of the Haven compound.
I slid my arm around her waist. Daya gave me a sweet smile.
“What’re you two doing?” I asked.
“Just showing Brett a few areas where I think you should add cameras. They’re blind spots.
And you sure don’t want those. I noticed them when we were touring the property.
And inside the dorms, I understand not having cameras in the actual units for privacy, but the hallways and common areas need them.
Yes, you assume trouble comes from the outside, but it doesn’t always.
Or that’s been my experience,” Daya explained.
Brett’s face was full of admiration and male appreciation.
“She’s incredible, Stalker,” he said.
“She is. And Predator and I were the ones lucky enough to win her heart. We protect what’s ours,” I rumbled back.
The way his eyebrows rose as he stepped back, he heard the warning in my tone. No way would Predator or I stand by and allow another man to attempt to steal her from us. Not that we thought she would go with them, but some people could get out of hand.
Daya pressed up on her toes and whispered in my ear. “Down, boy, you’re showing your claws.”
“Excuse us,” I said to Brett, then swept her against me before ushering her out of the room. I took her the short distance to my office. I glided us inside, then shut and locked the door.
“Riggs, surely you’re not jealous of him. I would never do anything with another man,” she protested.
“Go stand in front of the desk. Remove your pants and panties,” I ordered.
Daya gasped, but I saw the flare of excitement in her eyes.
“Do what?” She asked softly.
“You heard me. I have a sudden need for my hailstorm. I need to taste you and then, Melyster, I’m going to fuck you so you can’t think of anyone but me at this moment,” I growled.
She shuddered, but not in revulsion. It was pure desire. I stood back, watching as she shed everything on her lower half. While I waited, I had an idea. I sent off a text.
Me: Are you able to get away and come to WH?
Predator: I’m headed there now, actually. Why? What’s wrong?
Me: Why are you coming here?
Predator: He was a no-show. I wanted to be there to tell our woman. Why do you want me there?
Me: Come to my office. Use your key. Don’t let anyone see inside. I’ll have our Hailstorm spread out on the desk.
Predator: Fuck. Be there in 5.
My arousal climbed at the image of Daya naked and spread out on the desk, Predator and I devouring her and making her come on our tongues, fingers, and cocks. Drowning her screams, making her beg. I ran my hand over the bulge pushing at the front of my jeans. She gazed hungrily at it.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I told her.
She became disappointed. I hurried so she wouldn't think I was withholding sex.
“I want everything off,” I added.
“Riggs, someone could come,” she said, even as she removed her cut and hung it on the nearby chair.
I watched as she removed her top and then her bra.
Her tits were already topped with hard cherries.
I wanted to knead, lick, and suck on them.
And her pussy beckoned me to feast on it, then to take her.
God, has it been five minutes yet? I wanted to wait for Predator, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it.
To buy time, I twirled my finger in the air.
“Walk around the desk for me. Show me what I’m getting.”
Daya smirked, then slowly strolled around my desk. As she did, she ran her hand over the top of it, almost as if she were stroking my skin. She never looked away from me. My desire kicked up another notch. My zipper was biting into my erection. She made it back to the front where she started.
I broke. Predator would have to catch up. I was three steps away from her when there was a brisk knock at the door. She gasped and covered her chest with her arms. Then I heard the rattle of a key.
“Is that you?” I called out. Just to be sure it wasn’t Demon, though, why he’d come into my office, I had no idea.
“Yes,” Predator growled.
I wrapped Daya in my arms and kissed her as the door opened, then it snapped closed and locked.
“Christ, you started without me,” he muttered.
I reluctantly unsealed our mouths.
“You’re lucky I lasted as long as I did. You know how hard it is to resist her,” I reminded him.
Predator chuckled. “Don’t I fucking know it. Hello, Hailstorm. Your men want and need you. Sit on the desk and spread your legs,” he demanded. Predator removed his cut and undid his jeans, but didn’t lower them. I did the same.
“I’ll let you start since I haven’t had my kiss yet, but don’t take too long,” he informed me.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped to my knees, spread her legs further, then yanked her hips closer to the edge.
Her pussy was wet, and her tantalizing scent teased my nose.
Groaning, I licked from her opening to her clit, where I sucked.
She moaned. Then I pressed deeper and went to town.
I wasn’t paying attention to what Predator was doing, other than I heard their pants and moans as he stood next to us.
Daya was flooding my mouth with her cum.
I nibbled on her clit as I thrust my fingers in and out of her tightness.
Vaguely, I saw Predator press her flat on my desk and move out of sight.
Shit went flying off my desk, not that I gave a damn.
By the time she let go and came, I was beyond crazed.
I lapped up her cum and let her start to come down from her high before I stood, tore down my pants and underwear, and fisted my cock.
Predator grinned. He was on the other side of the desk, where her head was. He’d been kissing her.
I lined myself up and thrust hard. Daya cried out. Predator silenced her by sliding his cock into her mouth. While I fucked her pussy, making the desk rattle, he did the same to her honeyed mouth. We both grunted and growled as things became wilder. Suddenly, he yanked free of her mouth.
“Christ, hurry, I want in there,” he said hoarsely.
And just like that, Daya tightened down on me. Her orgasm wrung mine from me. I grunted with each heave of my hips, and then when I was spent, I collapsed over her. I needed just a minute, then my best friend could have her.