Sinful Duo: Lost Angels MC, page 9
“Hey!”
Tank is there behind me gaining ground easily making the distance between us disappear, “What’s wrong with you?”
“I just need to talk to Echo and he didn’t show up to work today.” Why is that so easy to slip from my lips?
“Oh yeah, he’s working on something for Ric at the moment. What did you want to tell him? I can pass along the message.”
“No, that’s alright,” I wave him off, “I just want to go home. It can wait till I see him.” Tank’s hand comes up and stops me from turning. His fingers slide down my arm in a slow caress on my bare skin. Gooseflesh is quick to appear, I gasp when his large hand encircles my wrists, and I try to shake off the feelings I had felt just yesterday with Echo. This can't be happening again; I take a step back. His fingers drop from my body, but Tank’s half tilted smile makes me feel he knows exactly what he does to me.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” his smile seems so genuine, and for no reason I can name, my feet step again to close the distance I made.
Shaking myself mentally, I fiddle with the hem of my shirt, “No really it’s okay. I’m sure I will see him tomorrow.”
“We have that club thing tomorrow, so I doubt it.”
“Oh shoot, you’re right…” he smiles and looks at me expectantly, “...but what I have to say shouldn’t be sent through a messenger.”
He shrugs, “I know where all the guns are so if you’re worried I’ll be shot for delivering it, that isn’t an issue.”
I can’t help but laugh aloud at the absurdity of the comment. It hadn’t crossed my mind, and I shake my head while smiling up at him, “No I got this, I promise.”
“Alright, but just don’t say I never tried to do things for you.”
“Don’t worry I’ll give you props in case anyone asks,” I pat him on the shoulder, and I like the feel of his defined muscles under my fingers. I may have paused longer than I had meant. Even taking in his colorful ink that seems to be everywhere a little longer than necessary. It makes me wonder how far it reaches, then the blush colors my cheeks and I drop my hand. Nervously I brush my hair behind an ear and look up again. There is something in his face that hadn’t been there a moment ago. It’s still playful, open, but it has an edge.
I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to but once he started, I’m positive I wouldn't have wanted to miss what his lips felt like against mine for anything.
Unlike Echo’s which caught me on fire and took me under until I couldn’t breathe; Tank’s kiss is slow and builds like a lick of a flame until I am warm all over, then suddenly I am completely consumed.
I whimper against his lips, and his tongue plunges in. He takes hold of my softening body before I can collapse at his feet. A growl rumbles up through his chest as his hand runs from one side to the other of my ass cheeks. The moment his erection jabs me in the stomach I gasp and realize what I have done. Again! What the hell is wrong with me! I rip my mouth from him and start speed walking towards the house. I can only call it a mercy that Tank doesn’t follow me or even call out.
Instead when I chance a look to be sure, I see a kid-like smile on his mouth as he touches his lips with his roughened fingertips.
Chapter 16
Well, that was pleasant. More than pleasant if I were to admit it. I lick my lips in remembrance. I haven't enjoyed a kiss from anyone as much as I just did hers in a very long time. I forgot that it could be just as exciting getting to the end goal. I like, even love foreplay, but it hasn't given me a thrill to take part in it other than a courtesy, because I'm that kind of guy. There may be something to this attraction that Echo has.
I really should talk to him about where he is with talking to her about our usual arrangement. I want to explore what this could mean for us. I want to rush home right away to get the conversation started but I won’t feel right leaving without being sure I am not needed for any set up for tomorrow. So jogging back into the club, I’m surprised to find it completely empty on the ground floor. Considering I was only gone a max of five minutes I must have been oblivious when I was talking or kissing Lidia. I hadn’t even heard them leave, and it’s not like starting a bike is a quiet event.
I brush off that fact to analyze later and head up the stairs to Ric’s office. He barely looks up from his desk.
“Hey, what is it?” he asks.
“Just checking to see if you need me before tomorrow, or if you need an extra hand with setting up?”
“Nah, Marge and the other girls have it under control.”
I shrug, “Well if you’re sure.”
He waves me off, “Yeah I’m sure. See you tomorrow.”
“Yep,” I tap the door frame with an open palm before getting out of there.
The night is so clear tonight, and the moon is bright, so navigating home is a breeze. I am glad to find that Echo is already home.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” Echo asks before I can even take my jacket off. I smirk as I take my time removing it before answering his question.
“I just experienced first-hand what power your little Lidia has.” My smile brightens if that’s even fucking possible, and his scowl deepens.
“What are you talking about?” The tick in his jaw would have given him away if the balling of his fists didn't. When I smile as I look down to take in the aggression, he lets his hands relax, and shakes them out. I chuckle. I've just never seen him like this.
“She has really nice lips, and her response was absolutely dick growing.”
I walk past him to the kitchen, confident that he won’t do anything to me. I don’t even get two paces away before I’m proven wrong and he wraps an arm around me into a headlock. I only smile harder knowing that Lidia can trigger such a protective reaction from him. I could easily get out if I wanted, he's made sure of that with his grip, but I pull his arm just enough from my windpipe to breathe and talk comfortably.
“What else?” Echo growls.
I bark out a laugh, “I’ve no idea what you mean?”
He kicks out and takes one of my legs from underneath me, leaving the leverage I had gained useless until I re-adjust. I, of course, start to laugh when I stand up straight again.
“Alright, alright. I just kissed her. Nothing else.”
“Well, no matter. I got much farther than you did.” I start to back him into the wall, jealousy prickling and pushing for me to react, but Echo maneuvers out of it easily much to my frustration. He soon stands in front of me. I didn't even notice my fists balled up until he looks down and sighs.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath and heads for the kitchen grabbing two beers. He hands me one. When Echo takes a seat, I soon follow, but on the opposite side of the room. My urge to stake a claim like an animal still takes precedent.
“Fuck E, what the hell are we going to do? We’ve never done this tango before,” I look up at him.
“I’ve no clue.” We stay silent for a long time, before he states, “I'll try to bring it up again.”
“Nope, you've had your try, it's my turn. I'm better at having a conversation anyways. Your way to talk is after she's naked, asleep, and unable to contribute.”
“She can’t argue then.”
I can't help but chuckle, “True, but there still wouldn't be any decisions or choices made.”
“If she doesn’t want to take on the both of us?” Echo asks.
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Where do we start?”
An idea starts to form, one that might actually work. I can feel myself relax as the plan makes bulletins, and starts to find its order. It could work… the only obstacle and odds lie with her.
Chapter 16.5
It’s my day off, and I intend to hide away and do nothing. Okay, maybe I had requested the time off so I wouldn’t have to see either Tank or Echo. I must be crazy! How could I have slept with one, only to kiss the other in the same twenty-four hours...and like it. I’m a mess! I need to be committed. I should get a shirt made that labels me as Slutty Miss Slutster at the very least for my actions, so anyone that comes in reading distance knows to just turn the hell around.
I scrub again into the kitchen counter with the wet rag in hopes it will distract me or miraculously scrub me of my foolish decisions.
I am here to run away from one problem, and instead, I run right into the next seamlessly. If only my father could see me now. He would laugh in my face then rub it into the pile of shit I continue to get myself in. No wonder he didn’t want me. My life can’t get any more complicated.
I suppose I should just be grateful that Axel hasn’t found me. Maybe he’s no longer looking? It’s not like I’ve told anyone what the club is up too, maybe that’s enough for them to leave me be. I throw the rag into the sink and wipe my hands off on my sweatpants.
“Who am I kidding?” I question the empty room. There’s no way they will forget me. I didn’t have the go-ahead to leave, I got out when I saw the opportunity, and it’ll cost me if they find me. I’ve seen results of something similar and I’ll be lucky if I don’t end up in a ditch somewhere, so I’ll forever be quiet.
The panic rises in me again while regret chases it with every beat of my heart that I’ve again put Ric in a compromising situation. I should have gone to the nearest bus station and bought a one-way ticket as far away from the area as possible. With my darkening thoughts I find myself in the bedroom, my hands braced against the top of the dresser, and I don’t quite the urge to grab my stuff.
I need to get out of here before they find me, and I endanger anyone they can touch. I grab my bag from the bottom drawer and throw some of my clothes in there. Then I go into the bathroom to grab the money from the shampoo bottle. Barely enough to make it significant distance, but it’ll have to do. Wherever it’ll take me I’ll use one of my fake IDs to get a job and huddle down in a shelter for a while. I’ve lived in less accommodating circumstances.
Weariness creeps in. I’m really getting too old for running, and Emmy or Ric don’t deserve for me to do this to them again, but I’ll call this time. I just can’t stand that I am overshadowing them with my problems, and now I have two men that are muddying the waters even more. Sitting on the edge of the bed I look down into the bag and see how few belongings I have, and the tears start to slide down my face. I’m thirty-five years old, and I haven’t stayed anywhere long enough to really live. It must say something; I always find myself back in the state that I found the closest I ever got to family. Maybe...just maybe…
The doorbell rings, and it makes me jump. I wipe the tracks of tears from my face and set the bag on top of the dresser. I head towards the door and look out of the peephole, and groan aloud. Well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions comin knockin.
“Go away!” I shout.
“Open up,” Echo shouts back.
“Fat chance, pretty boy,” I scoff.
“Which one are you talking to now? I think we’re both kind of pretty,” Tank says in reply. Cocky bastards...but they are right. Though I had thought I had said it quiet enough so they couldn't hear me.
“I’ll start shouting details to the neighbors of last night....” Echo coaxes.
I snort, “With a door this thin, I’m sure they already know the play by play.”
Echo clears his throat, and my cheeks start to flame. I wasn’t going to give in that easily though. It’s true, and really the only neighbor I care about is Brook, and she’s all too aware of our extracurriculars. She didn’t see anything wrong with what we did, how we did it and recommended that I do it until neither of us could walk again. So no, the threat of him telling the neighborhood is anything but.
“I’ve got a better idea.” I hear some rummaging, so I peek through the hole again, and then I hear Tank fiddle with my lock. I gasp, unlocking and yanking my door open to scowl down as he kneels with his tools.
“You were going to pick your way into the house!”
He stands, and I really love how he towers over me… Wait, knock it off hormones, I need to keep my anger.
He shrugs, “I don’t need to now, you’ve opened the door.” He glides past me, and Echo pushes his way inside, taking me with him despite my fighting limbs. He locks the door as soon as we are inside.
As he lets me go, I look at the two of them, ready to give them hell. Though it looks like they are about to serve me with their own brand. Arms across their chests, feet apart, eyes watching my every move, and suddenly I’m not as sure about my position as I was a second ago.
“Oh for the love of fuck, don’t ask me to choose between you two,” I blurt unexpectedly. I hadn’t even had time to really think it before it tumbled from my mouth. I can feel my cheeks heat, but I cover it up as I lean into one hip, cross my arms over my own chest acting ready for whatever they are going to say.
They look at one another, and Tank smirks at the same time that Echo tells me to sit. Of course, hearing a demand...outside of the bedroom, has my hackles rising. My hands go straight for my hips.
“He doesn’t mean to sound so pushy, but it would be best if you were sitting for this,” Tank says with his smirk still in place.
“For what? Is Ric okay? Emmy?! Jesus, if something has happened this is not the time to be using kid gloves, out with it.”
They look at each other again, but this time as they look over at me there is only confusion, “Everyone is fine as far as we know,” Tank speaks again.
My body starts to relax before I realize again the situation I’m in. “Okay…then why are you here?”
“Sit,” Echo demands again.
Tank just smiles and holds out a hand for me to take. I look between both of them trying to access their level of crazy.
“Spit it out,” I say, my hands finding my hips again.
Tank rubs his hand across his bearded chin while tossing a glance over at Echo, “Plan B?” Echo shrugs as if not caring either way.
“Plan B?” I look cautiously between both of them, asking, “What’s plan B?”
“Sit down and you won’t find out,” Tank says smoothly.
I throw my hands up in surrender, “Uh fine.” I walk around them, not touching them deliberately as I make it to the living room couch. They are right behind me. Echo taking a seat beside me, an arm lounging across the back, a finger grazing my shoulder. Tank on the coffee table across from me.
“Whew, that worked out well. I would have had to wing a Plan B.”
“Why...you,” I try to stand to tower over him, but I am now plastered to Echo’s side.
“Listen,” he whispers, but I barely hear it over the grunts I am making trying to get out of his grasp. It’s only as Tank begins to speak that I start to calm. As he talks, I watch him stand, then pace a path into the rug, and do gestures with his hands in a theatrical display.
“I know you weren’t expecting this; we weren’t expecting you, but it’s something that now needs to be faced head-on. There is an obvious attraction between the three of us that I believe would be a waste not to explore.” I can feel my cheeks heat as I look between the two of them, but Echo is watching Tank, and Tank is looking at the wall he is currently walking towards, saying, “It’s unusual for us to have separate lovers, and since discussing at length we would prefer to keep it that way.” I shoot right out of my seat, almost as if something bit me right on an ass cheek...more like two somethings.
Looking between them, they have both stopped to stare at my abrupt movement. “What in the actual fuck?” I ask. They continue to stare at me as if I'm the crazy one. So as we go on staring I have time to actually form a question, “You’re trying to tell me you guys fuck the same girls? Is it some kind of fetish, because I’m not about to become your sloppy shared seconds.” I stare between them.
“Uh no,” but before I can settle on the couch again, Tank continues, “We typically make love to a single woman, together.”
This time I sit easily, slowly, as my mind starts to piece that together. Both of them at the same time. I mean I’ve thought about it, I mean not with them, but sure a threesome had been a passing curiosity. Hasn’t everyone at some point...wait is that what they were offering?
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
Tank starts to pace again.
“Tank. Sit down,” I demand. His mouth twists in disapproval, but he does what I ask. He sits on the poor excuse of a coffee table again.
“Look, I know this is not something you might have thought about, and it’s not something we’ve ever attempted before…” he looks to Echo, he gives an imperceptible nod before Tank continues, “There is something here between all of us, and we would like to explore it. We want to show you what it could be like to be with the both of us...at the same time, then if it’s something you would want long term, attempt a relationship.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Give us the rest of the day.” He looks up towards the clock, “Give us thirteen hours,” he looks back at me, and I can feel Echo’s gaze trained on me too, “to convince you that we are exactly what you need.”
His word choice doesn’t escape me. What I need, not want. What do they know about my needs? Hell, I don’t even know what I need.
Echo leans in, “Trust us, then decide.”
It’s an intriguing idea, and when he pulls back to look at me, I know despite my inner dialogue and even the possible disasters that await us, at the end...I want to try. My nod is slow, but it’s all they need.
Chapter 17
Wait…What am I doing?
They must see the panic in my eyes. Echo rests a hand on my leg and Tank sits on the other side of me before he speaks, “We will take it slow and stop if you ask us to.”
“Promise,” Echo says against my ear but doesn’t stop there. His tongue is warm as it encircles my earlobe before pulling it fully into his mouth, causing me to shiver. His mouth doesn't lose contact as it travels down.
