15. Jonah

15

JONAH

“Patched in?” Tag frowns. “You been drinkin’?”

I shrug. I’ve blurted it out, now I’ve gotta follow through.

“He’s a part of the club, why shouldn’t he be patched? He has a motorcycle, and everyone here respects him. All the women wanna be his best friend.” My palms are fuckin’ starting to sweat with the way everyone’s looking at me.

Priest rubs his chin, the first one to speak, “Bandit has a point,” he says. “I can’t believe we’ve kinda overlooked this until now.”

I mean, aside from the fact he kissed Lace in front of me last night, and I jerked off to the thought of all three of us sharing that kiss, and more, I meant what I said; he’s more a part of this club than I am, and he’s been here longer than me.

“That’s not how it works.” From Tag.

“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve a patch,” Ryder bounces back. “All things considered.”

“Made a good point.” Harlem flicks his eyes in my direction. “Manny deserves to be patched and have his own cut. He’s worked hard for it. Might not be what we’ve done in the past, but we’ve never had a cook like Manny before, and I doubt we’ll ever have one again as good as him.”

“Is he plannin’ on goin’ somewhere?” Cash’s ashen face matches his tone. “Did he say somethin’?”

Now I have to try and worm my way out of this. “Uh, not to me. I just was makin’ an observation.”

“Very observant of you,” Tag grumbles. “If only you could be more vigilant at the garage.”

I help Hawk mainly because my specialty is motorcycles; I love everything about them and always have. I ignore him, partly because he’s an asshole, but mainly because I don’t wanna get on the bad side of him.

Cash turns to Ryder. “You really think it’s a good idea?”

Ryder nods. “Manny is a rockstar around here. He’s one of us. I don’t see an issue with it.”

Cash looks around the room. “All of those in favor.”

Everyone ‘Aye’s’ around the room, except Tag. Cash stares him down. “You got somethin’ to say, big guy?”

Tag takes a long sigh. “Aye.” He’s never one to agree as fast as the others. I’m sure he just enjoys being an ass.

Cash’s lips twitch. “Always gotta be one little bitch around here.”

Tag flips him the bird.

“The part about patchin’ in Manny doesn’t leave this room.” He nods to Bronco. “Think you can arrange a cut?”

Bronco is usually left in charge of getting cuts and patches organized. “Got it, Prez.”

“Good. I’ll keep you updated on where we go from here. The bright side bein’ there’s no more Chicago mafia comin’ to this neck of the woods, right, Riot?”

There was an incident where Riot, in his past life, killed most of the mob over in Chicago and we originally thought it was the Mancini family coming after him. When they started dropping like flies, it was obvious it wasn’t any of them coming back from the dead.

Riot glances over to Cash. “Killed ‘em all, well, Shade finished the ones off that were living. Guess she really did hold a grudge of epic proportions.”

“How’s Halo doin’ with it all?” Cash asks. He may be a badass Prez, but he cares about everyone in this club. Including the ol’ ladies. If they aren’t happy, his men aren’t happy.

Riot shrugs. “She’s fine. She’s with Star most of the time, and we all know Star’s packin’.”

Nevada rumbles with laughter. “That’s my girl. Though I gotta tell you guys, sex with an older woman is hot as fuck, the other night?—”

“We don’t wanna hear that shit.” Brew rolls his eyes. “But we do wanna hear when the next lot of new sweet butts are comin’ in.”

Haze turns to look at him. “You sick of gettin’ sloppy seconds?”

“I get plenty at the strip club.”

Cash points at him. “Better not be fuckin’ any of the girls at The Vault,” he warns. “I don’t want them hangin’ on or sayin’ they got a broken goddamn heart, already had one of them out last week due to a goddamn boyfriend ghostin’ her. She couldn’t go on stage, then the other girls get cranky when they gotta pull double shifts without a break.”

“Women are sensitive,” Priest puts in. “Gotta let ‘em cry it out. Guys are jerks ninety-nine percent of the time.”

That I can’t disagree with.

“Keep your hair on,” Brew grumbles. “Get plenty of pussy wherever I go, was just askin’.”

Haze flexes his bicep. “Kinda runs in the family. Big guns, big dick.”

“And a big fuckin’ mouth,” Hawk snorts, shaking his head.

“And Lace?” Cash asks. “Heard she’s moved in with Manny?”

“She was sick of campin’ out on Hope’s couch, and we were crampin’ her style. Manny will be good for her. Maybe some of his calmness might rub off.”

Interesting. So my girl has a little fire in her belly. Nothing wrong with that.

“Sure, but he’s not always around,” I interject, knowing I should keep my mouth shut. “And Lace works across town, prospects can’t be everywhere.”

Cash is nodding. “Hearin’ it. Nice of you to step up to the plate.”

I frown. “Huh?”

“Your new job, when the garage can spare you, is to watch Lace until Shade is found. Work it out with the prospects and send me the schedule.” He looks over to Riot. “What about Charles? Does he need protection?”

Riot shakes his head. “She doesn’t know about him. She only knows about my sister because she showed up here. Halo’s a given because she’s my ol’ lady.”

Cash nods. “How is he?”

“Good. He’ll be out of the hospital tomorrow,” Riot replies. His gaze shifts to me. “Just because Cash put you in charge of lookin’ out for my sister isn’t an invitation to crawl into her bed, fuckface.”

For a second it’s like he can read my mind, then I realize he’s just doing the big brother thing and I relax slightly.

I hold my palms up. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Club sisters are off limits,” Hawk barks, like I need reminding. “Sistine is movin’ here permanently, and that don’t mean I wanna spend every fuckin’ weekend knockin’ heads together because my sister’s single, and no, she ain’t minglin’.”

Sistine is his sister, and it’d be weird if he didn’t feel that way.

“Got it in one,” Priest agrees. “Keep it in your pants, Bandit. We know you’re a little wet behind the ears still, but that’s how we do things around here.” I hear the warning.

None of them realize he’s barking up the wrong tree where their sisters are concerned. Hope is cute, but she’s not my type and I’m not interested in Sistine. Riot, however, has the right idea about me crawling into Lace’s bed.

“Got it.” I just say it for their benefit. I’ve already fucked Lace, so it’s not like I can take back going to Hell even if I wanted to.

Cash bangs the gavel down and we’re all dismissed.

I feel a little smug. Now I get to hang out with Lace without anyone being suspicious. Riot might be doing the big brother thing, but that shit don’t scare me. He just doesn’t want his sister getting hurt, I get that. I don’t want to ever be the one to do that. But we’re just having fun. Hopefully, a lot of fun.

Some of the guys stay back to eat the food, and I wander out, eager to get back to the workshop before I have to pick up Eli from school.

Then again, it may be an opportune time to let Manny know that I’ve been given the honor of guarding our girl. He kinda needs to know. Especially if I’m gonna be breaking his stupid house rules, because if he thinks I won’t fuck Lace in his spare bedroom, then he can think again. I barge into the kitchen, my eyes landing on his ass as he bends over, pulling something from the oven. Is this man ever not cooking?

I shouldn’t be looking, but my eyes linger. Fuck. I don’t know if it’s the pants or his tight ass, but my dick doesn’t shrivel up like it’s supposed to. He bounces around in my goddamn underwear like a teenager as I try to rein in the heat radiating off me. Really, fuck face? You gotta do that here?

My eyes lift just as Manny turns. “Oh, hey Beefcake, how’d the meetin’ go? Not that you need to tell me, I’ll find out later in the chat.” He smiles like the cat who got all the goddamn cream and I’m still reeling about me checking out his ass in those pants. I hope he doesn’t notice the sudden bulge at the front of my jeans.

And even though no ol’ ladies were present at the meeting, I have no doubt he’s telling the truth.

“Just came to say that Cash put me in charge of lookin’ out for Lace.”

Manny frowns. “Is she okay? What happened?”

“She’s fine. It’s to do with Shade.”

“Jesus, that bitch back in town?”

I shrug. “We don’t know. She’s not called Shade for no reason. So just got me thinkin’ about these dumb house rules of yours.”

He leans one hand on the counter. “I’m all ears.”

I palm the back of my neck. He has a little cream or something on the side of his cheek. I should tell him.

I divert my eyes back to his. “Well, in order to protect Lace, I need to be around.”

He narrows his eyes. “Sounds like any excuse to get into her pants.”

I smirk. “Like I need an excuse.”

“You’re right. Though, that kiss last night was epic.”

“You mean the one where she was wrapped around me?”

“No, the one where she was wrapped around me when we drove home.”

That hits me like a sucker punch to the chest. I don’t let any emotion show on my face. It’s easy to do; I’ve been practicing long enough. “Did you have sex last night?” The words are out before I can stop myself. I don’t like the smirk on his pretty face. It makes me want to… fuck. I don’t wanna smash it with my fist, I wanna smash it with my mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He taps his nose. “Real men don’t kiss and tell.”

I step closer. To his credit, he doesn’t flinch. I don’t think he’s afraid of me, which is a first.

“Say that again?”

“What’s wrong, Jonah? Jealous?”

“Nothin’ to be jealous of.”

“Even when we were kissing?”

“She kissed me, too.”

“You know, we’re never gonna get anywhere if we keep arguing like this. She hates that.” Duh, like I don’t already know.

“What’s your point?”

“My point is, we have to come to an impasse.”

“In English.”

He sighs. “Switzerland. Bygones. Comrades. We both want her, right?”

He better not ask me if I want him, or he will meet my fist. This isn’t the time or the place. “Obviously I’m not backin’ down.”

“Glad to hear it?—”

“If you call me Beefcake one more time…”

He grins, folding his arms across his chest. “You know your threats don’t scare me.”

“Did you have sex with her?” I press again.

“This really bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“If this is gonna work, its gotta be based on trust and communication.” I don’t know where the words come from, but they’re out.

His eyebrows rise in surprise, but he doesn’t shift his stance. “Fine. We didn’t have sex. We may have cuddled, but she was tired and still really upset after finding out about Charles.”

A lump forms in my throat. Shit. I kinda forgot about that for a second, making this all about me and what we’re doing here. The truth is, I don’t know where we stand.

“He’s gettin’ out tomorrow, Riot said in the meetin’.”

“That’s great. Lace will be pleased.”

Our eyes meet again. “Yeah.” An awkward silence falls between us. “So, this impasse?”

He smirks. “What about it?”

“We’re both gonna be… around each other a little, if we’re gonna do this, I need to know if your house rules still apply.”

He chews on his lip. “I’ve never had anyone over at my house… for sex, Bandit.”

So, now I’m Bandit?

“So, is that gonna change?”

“I need to think about that.”

“Why do you have that rule?”

“It’s…” he huffs. “It’s my safe space. Somewhere that’s mine.”

“Yet, you let Lace move in.”

He cocks a brow. “There was no way of knowing we were gonna be a thing then. I wasn’t lying about that. I wanted to help her out. I didn’t even know she was interested in me in that way.”

“Would you still have let her move in if you knew she was?”

“In truth? I’dve had second thoughts. I don’t ever wanna ruin our friendship, which is why I was hesitant about getting involved. It’s okay for you, Beefc— uh, Jonah, you get to fuck around and do whatever the fuck you want, when you want, that’s what being part of this club is all about.”

“You think I’d do that to her? You think I’d still fuck another woman?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

I point in his face. “No! I was loyal to my wife, and I’d be loyal to her, if that’s what she wants. I’ve no interest in any other woman?—”

“What about guys?”

My lips part. The slimy fuck. I fell into his trap. I glance over my shoulder, just to be sure that we’re not gonna be overheard. “Stop talkin’ about that.”

“If you repress it, it’ll only get worse.”

“Not repressin’ shit.”

“Really?” he lowers his tone. “So you weren’t gonna have a threesome?”

“A threesome doesn’t mean I’m gonna have sex with another man,” I whisper-shout back.

“Of course it doesn’t, but you told Lace you were interested in experimenting.”

“I didn’t say shit, so shut your mouth.”

He sighs. “I’m not tryin’ to be an ass. I just don’t know where we stand.”

“I told you, we’re both into Lace and we can play with her tog?—”

“I meant about us. ”

I swallow hard. “Us?”

He slaps his forehead. “You know what I’m talking about, and I get you’re all macho about it because you don’t want anyone finding out, but I swear to God, none of what we do goes anywhere. I won’t tell a soul.”

“There’d be nothin’ to tell.” I lean toward him. “I’m into chicks.”

“Fine. Have it your way, live in denial.”

“I will be havin’ it my way, every which way, with Lace. ”

We stare off for a few moments, but he says nothing more. He rolls his eyes in that annoying way and waves a hand at me. “Text me when you grow a set.”

I flip him the bird. “Remind me not to suffocate you with a pillow while I’m given’ Lace the time of her life.” I whistle like a goddamn idiot as I turn to leave.

“Like you can keep her to yourself!” he yells back. I flip him another bird, just because I can.

Heading out, I’m annoyed and also extremely turned on. I meant about us. I groan. He has no right talking about any of this while we’re at the clubhouse. What if someone had walked in? I know it’s an excuse, but I can’t come up with anything else. I’m turned on.

I have to start admitting it. I’m attracted to him. I like his sass. I like his ass. And I like his goddamn pretty face and eyes, I just don’t like that smart mouth of his. Though, I know one way I could shut it up. Imagining Manny on his knees, taking my dick in his mouth, almost has me coming in my pants. What the fuck is wrong with me?

All the while, he’s right. We have to come to an agreement. If we both want Lace and she wants us, and neither of us is willing to back down, then we have to compromise somewhere. The idea of us both fucking her turns me on. The idea of me fucking her while he watches turns me on. The idea of me and Manny? It scares the fucking shit out of me.

My lips are dry, my heart is hammering as I practically run out to my sled, jump on, kick the stand and fire her up, roaring out of the parking lot like a bat out of Hell. I have to go do some work, pick up my kid and then do some serious thinking about this weekend. I have a shift at After Dark and I know just the thing to get this party started.

Manny

Two days later

I stare down at the text in disbelief.

Beefcake

After Dark, Saturday night, 10pm VIP room

I’m on the couch, watching a movie. Lace had a late shift and Bandit said he’d pick her up. I was happy to, but I know the two of them probably have some talking to do, and unlike him, I’m capable of letting them have an adult conversation, and more, without blowing a gasket.

Bandit is so intense. He’s also wound up and delusional. He’s bi, and for a second there I thought he was disappointed when he found it was me who was looking forward to bedding him and Lace together, but I’ve seen how he reacts to me. I know I turn him on. Bandit’s just not ready to come out. He’s so wound up, he’s like one of those spinning tops that can’t release. Some day soon, he’s going to explode.

This, however, is a development.

Me

Hello to you, too. No lube, huh? Just dive right in there

I smirk at myself. Sure enough, the dots appear as I wait for his reply.

Beefcake

Smart ass

Me

Does Lace know?

Beefcake

Thought we could surprise her

Me

You’re driving her home?

Beefcake

Yeah

Me

And you’re not planning any funny business before then?

Beefcake

Were you born in 19th century England?

Me

Not that I’m aware of

Beefcake

Jealous?

Me

Nope. She’s under my roof, remember

Beefcake

Not like I can forget

Me

So, we have a no sex rule unless we’re both present? Sounds very growly of you

Beefcake

Didn’t say that

Me

So you’re okay if me and Lace…

Beefcake

Keep it in your pants until Saturday

I smirk. I wonder why, then my smile widens.

Me

I get it. You wanna be there for the first time I have her, don’t you?

The dots appear, then disappear, then appear again. It must kill him how well I can read him. He’s like an open book sometimes, and then other times, a sunken treasure chest. Who knows what lies beneath? What could be unearthed from his walls breaking down could be everything. Coming out is powerful, especially when it’s done like this; around people who care about you. My bi awakening wasn’t so glamorous, but I’ve never wavered. I have to be myself. Sometimes I still feel like that kid with the hot pink shoes, nose piercings and eyeliner. I can’t not be me.

Finally, he replies back.

Beefcake

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to watch you fuck

My dick swells and I adjust myself. I’m very attracted to Bandit. He’s everything I like in a guy, aside from the huge chip on his shoulder. I wonder if he’s as well endowed as I’m betting. My mouth waters at finding out. It also waters at the idea of him watching me and Lace. I slide my hand down my pants, gripping my hardened dick.

Was it good?

Manny, it was so good.

He said he’s up for it, in the right situation.

Is this the right situation?

Me

So, play your cards right and you just might

He doesn’t say anything else, and I drop my phone, unable to tear my hand out of my briefs. I fondle myself, squeezing my dick as I think about Saturday night. I finally get to be inside Lace, and Bandit’s going to watch us. What if… what if he decides to join in? I groan as cum drips from my tip. I pull my briefs down, my cock springing to life. I tug on it, imagining Lace riding me like she did the other night, Bandit behind her, cupping her tits as he encourages her.

He’s right in so many ways. We have to look after her. Make sure her needs are met well above our own. Hell, ours don’t even matter. All that matters is our sweet, precious girl.

I imagine Bandit, no, Jonah, saying encouraging things to her. Coaxing her. Making her ride me faster as he plays with her ass with one hand, pinching her nipple with the other. I sit up, bringing her tits to my face as I suckle, Jonah holding them to my mouth as I take my fill.

And then he’s there, his tongue against mine as all three of us enjoy a shared kiss. He rocks her hips up and down on me, our kiss igniting as he grips his hand into my hair… and then I’m shooting hot spurts of cum all over myself. I cannot fucking wait till Saturday night.