Packing Double: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 5) (8 page)

We also fuck like bunnies. God, I love making love with those two men. We all end up sleeping in the same bed every night, me stretched between the men like the meat in a very sexy sandwich. One of them usually wakes me up to fuck me again—usually Gemini, since he’s a light sleeper. Dom, however, can sleep like the dead, so I tend to wake him with a blow job just to get the reaction out of him that Gem got out of me not hours earlier. It’s fun to be with these two men, and I even get a kick out of their possessiveness or how one always seems to be touching me no matter where we go.

I have to admit, I’m not hating the Lifestyle. The constant riding on the bikes? Love it. The two-on-one action?
Really
loving it. The way these men seem to live without paying attention to the rules of society? It’s totally me.

But something holds me back from saying “Yep, I’ll take both of you” to the men and committing myself. I think I’m afraid that this is all somehow a fluke, and that I’ll wake up one morning and be trapped. So whenever they joke about keeping me, I keep my mouth shut.

There’s a tiny kink to my happiness, though: Chrome. I call in sick to work every day, which I’m sure pisses Joleen off, but I feign strep and a sore throat—not hard to do when I wake up raspy from screaming my lungs out every night. I know she doesn’t believe me when I say I’m sick. Maybe I sound too happy. Maybe she heard the smacks of Gem’s mouth as he ate out my pussy during her last call. Whatever it is, I know Joleen’s not happy with me in the slightest.

And maybe it’s that guilt that makes me pick up the phone the next weekend when she calls. “Hi Jo,” I tell her, keeping my voice casual. I’m in the laundry room of Gem’s ranch, and it’s a fair distance away from the garage, which is where the boys are at currently. Two of the guys stopped over—Muscle and Beast, the Warlords of the Bedlam Butchers—and they’re all out there dick swinging and talking shop or whatever it is that guys do when they get together.

Me? I’m doing my laundry, because Gemini’s got a kick ass washer/dryer and my shitty apartment doesn’t. And I need clean panties. I seem to be running through them like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh, thank God,” Joleen says, and she sounds terribly stressed, which makes my guilt ratchet up another notch. “Tamra, honey, are you ever coming in again or do I need to write you off the schedule entirely?”

“I’m coming in,” I tell her. “Soon. I’m feeling much better.” Mostly I’m running out of excuses. I can’t have strep for two weeks, can I? I’ve never had strep so I don’t know how long I can fake it. I squeeze out a pathetic cough just to keep my cover story going.

“When are you coming in? Tonight?”

I toss a new load of panties into the washer, and throw in some of Gem and Dom’s briefs while I’m in here. I almost don’t mind being domestic around them, because they handle the kitchen. Least I can do is the laundry. “Am I on the schedule tonight?”

“Well, no, but I’m desperate. Cindy’s on vacation and Kimmy and Sue both called in. I’ve got no one to work the floor and it’s Sunday night. You know how crazy we get on game nights.”

I wince in sympathy. Weekends are always crazy, but never more so than when football is on. It’s great tips, though, and I could use the money considering I’ve been spending the last week neglecting real life. “I’m not sure if I can get away.”

“Let me guess,” Joleen says, and her voice is cold and biting. “You have to ask permission, right?”

I bristle at her tone. “What are you implying?”

“Come on, Tamra. We both know I’m not stupid. You need to ask your new owners if you can go play off the leash for a bit. I know how the Lifestyle works.”

Her words irritate me. “That’s not how it is at all. I can do what I want. No one owns me.”

“You sure about that?”

My hands happen to land on my black Chrome t-shirt as I pull it out of the dryer. “I’m sure. I can work if I want to. I don’t have a ride, though.”

“That’s not a problem,” Joleen says quickly, her voice turning wheedling. “I’ll come get you. Please, Tamra?”

I hear the sound of multiple boots entering the kitchen. “Give me five minutes and I’ll call you back,” I tell her, then hang up. I shove my phone in my jeans pocket, grab a stack of clothing, and then head toward the main part of the house.

All four men are there in the living room, and I’m surprised to see both Domino and Gemini putting on their patch-covered vests. They look up at the sight of me, and I see Dom’s gorgeous smile a moment before he grabs me, squishes the laundry between us, and kisses the hell out of me. When he releases me, I look over just in time to see Gem’s face descending on mine for an equally ravaging kiss. By the time both men let me go, I’m blinking and dazed.

“We’re going out for a bit, babe,” Domino tells me. “Club business.”

“You stay put,” Gem adds. “We’ll be home late.”

Stay put? What am I, a dog? I ignore that, since I don’t have any intention of staying put. Instead, I change the topic. “What kind of club business?”

Dom leans in and his mouth goes to my ear. He gives the shell a quick lick, and then murmurs, “Snitch business.” Then, he grabs a pair of lacy pink panties off the top of my clothing pile. “Wear these when we get home.”

I snatch the panties out of his hand, since Muscle and Beast are both grinning. “You boys have fun,” I say, and then turn and head for the bedroom to put away the clothes. Gem’s hand smacks my ass as I walk past, and I should be annoyed at them, but I’m smiling. Truth be told, I like their handsiness. I like their possessive hands always touching me. I like that I always feel wanted around them.

Even so, I recall Joleen’s words about my new owners, and so, when I hear the bikes roar away a few minutes later, I call her back and give her the address so she can come and get me for my shift.

• • •

Joleen’s looking more haggard and tired than usual when I see her. She pulls up to the ranch in her Ford Focus, which tells me that her old bike is probably on the fritz again and she still can’t afford a new one. I’m glad to see her car, though. Riding behind someone feels like something special that I share with Gem and Dom. I climb in the passenger seat wearing my Chrome t-shirt and jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I’m not dolling up tonight, not if there’s no one important to see me. Everyone important is on snitch business.

She lights up a cigarette next to me and I crack my window so I won’t have to smell it. Much. “You look tired,” I comment, and notice her hands are shaking as she smokes.

“Been a rough week,” she tells me, but doesn’t look in my direction. As soon as I buckle up, she pulls out of the driveway and tears down the road, heading for the highway.

“Because it’s been busy?” I ask, making conversation.

“Among other things,” she tells me. “Lots of club activity in the area, so we’re getting lots of people stopping in other than just regulars.”

“That’s good for business.”

“Yeah,” she says. Then she looks over at me. “I got myself a man, too.”

I brighten, because Joleen’s always on the lookout for Mr. Right, as long as he comes in a leather jacket and rides a Harley. “Oh? This is new.”

“Been seeing him for about two months, actually,” she tells me.

I’m surprised, because Joleen hasn’t said a thing to me, and I tell her that.

“We were trying to keep things on the down-low, but I don’t suppose it matters now,” she says, and takes another shaky drag of her cigarette. Her lined mouth is pursed hard.

“Why is that?” I ask, even as I realize we’re going west on the highway instead of east, toward Chrome. “I think you missed your turn, Jo.”

“I just want you to know, Tamra, honey,” she says, grimly staring ahead. “It’s not personal.”

I blink. “What’s not personal? Where are we going?”

“I like you. I really do,” she says. “But my new man is calling the shots, and he doesn’t like the Butchers much. Says that since I know their new piece of tail, it’s my job to bring you in for them to say hello. More than that, it’s a way to get back at the Butchers. So I’m sorry that it has to be you, but if that’s the way things have to be, that’s the way it is.”

I stare at her, a cold feeling in my gut. “Where are you taking me?” My voice is barely above a whisper. I eye the speedometer, and then the highway zipping past outside. Joleen’s going seventy-five, which makes me a prisoner in the car. If I try to jump out, I’ll kill myself. I need to think. “Joleen?”

“I’m taking you to meet my new man.”

“What’s his club?”

Her smile is thin. “The Eighty-Eight Henchman.”

• • •

We drive for an hour in the wrong direction. In fact, we’re heading into the middle of nowhere, and I’m starting to get scared. Okay, scratch that. I’m really fucking scared, but the more endless highway with nothing but cactus and rock around us, the more scared I get. Joleen’s smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a half hour, so I know she’s nervous as fuck. That makes two of us.

I tried to pull out my phone at one point, thinking Joleen was distracted, but her reflexes are sharp with agitation. She wrestled it from my hand and tossed it out the window before I could do anything but slap at her.

I’m well and truly trapped. I’m basically only waiting for the car to slow down so I can unhitch my belt-buckle and make a run for it. I won’t get far, but I have to try.

I’m filled with hurt and outrage that Joleen would sell me out. I thought she was a mother-figure to me. That she had my back. That she cared about me. Seems like all she cares about is her newest man. Ironic since she’s the one constantly warning me about how unhappy men in the Lifestyle will make me. Which kinda makes me wonder—how much of that was legit, and how much was to sabotage my happiness with Gemini and Domino? Because I’ve been happier with them in this last week than I ever have before. The only discordant notes were planted there by Joleen.

Huh.

And now I’m about to get raped, murdered, and buried by the Eighty-Eight in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, New Mexico. And I’m almost hoping they murder me first, because getting raped and buried alive is the stuff made of nightmares, and I’ve heard plenty of nightmares about how the Eighty-Eight Henchmen treat their enemies.

My thoughts are interrupted when Joleen’s car slows down a bit and exits off the highway on what looks like a dirt trail. My fear ratchets up higher. “Don’t do this, Joleen. Please. Don’t sell me out.”

She ignores me and flicks on her brights, grimly driving out into the desert.

“If you do this, I swear to God, Gem and Dom are going to kill you. Hell, if you do this,
I’m
going to kill you first. I’ll let them stomp on your remains.”

But she only shakes her head. “Like I said, it isn’t personal.”

Like hell it’s not. I can only imagine what the Eighty-Eight Henchmen plan on doing with me to get back at Gem and Dom. I shiver uncontrollably as she continues to drive into the desert, just fast enough that I’m afraid to jump out of the car and land in a bed of cactus. That might be better than what is waiting for me, but I still can’t make myself do it.

Then, in the distance, we see six headlights up ahead. They’re in a half circle. There are shadowy figures standing near the bikes, but it’s too dark to make out their faces and the symbols on their cuts.

“Please,” I murmur one last time, though I know it’s useless. She’s resolved to sell me out, no matter what.

She brakes and the car screeches to a halt. I’m flung forward, only kept in place by my seatbelt, and then bounce back into my seat. Then, I’m fumbling with the belt and my fingers claw at the door handle. I can get out in time. I can. Then I can run for my life. And then—

A shadowy form stands outside of the door, and I flinch backward instinctively, now locking the door so he can’t get in at me. I can’t run, I realize. There’s more men than just those standing near the bikes.

It’s dark without the headlights of Joleen’s car, and I’m panicking. I can’t see faces, and all I know is that there are men everywhere, and they’re going to kill me and leave me here in the desert. A sob breaks in my throat and I look over at Joleen, who’s staring out over the dashboard, regret on her lined, bitter face. “I’m sorry, Tamra, honey,” she says.

Then someone opens the door on her side, and yanks her out of the car. I scream as rough arms grab her and haul her forward, and then she’s flung to the ground in front of the car. What’s going on?

A knuckle taps on my window. Panicked, I flinch backward as a man leans down and his face appears.

Is that...Domino? My eyes widen in horror. Oh shit, is he the snitch?

“She’s scared shitless, Gem,” he calls out.

I hear boots on gravel and then another figure comes to the car window, and it’s Gem’s face in the shadows, all planes and dark blond goatee. He looks pissy. “You’re safe, Kitty. Get out of the car. It’s us.”

“You—you’re both snitches?” My breath comes out as a ragged sob. I don’t understand what’s going on.

Dom’s grin flashes. “Naw, babe. We’re cleaning up the snitch business. Now come on out so Gem and I can make sure you’re okay and this bitch didn’t hurt you.”

Trembling, I unlock the door and fall out of the car. Gem’s strong arms are there to catch me, and he picks me up and hugs me against him, stroking my hair.

“You all right, Kitty?” he murmurs, voice low enough that only I can hear it.

I nod, letting him comfort me. His hand slides over my scalp, soothing, and I start to calm against him. “I—I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“Bad shit,” Gem says. He plants a kiss on the top of my head and releases me.

The moment he does, Domino’s there to haul me against him. He’s more aggressive with his touching than Gemini is, but I don’t mind that. His hands roam all over my body as he pulls me against him, and then they land on my ass and squeeze. “Goddamn, you scared us, Kitty,” he chastises. “Next time we tell you to stay put, you stay.”

I push away from his chest. “Wait a second here, you’re
not
my owners.”

The look on his face is confused. “Who said we were? We won’t tell you to stay put unless it means bad shit is going down and you could be hurt.”