Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (32 page)

"Thirty, just turned as a matter of fact," he told her.

"So, we are like six years younger than you," Sydney teased.

"My sister Sandy thinks you're both pretty old," Neil told her and gets up to get another beer.

"Old? When did she say that?" Sydney gaped.

"I told them that you were a little young for me, and she asked how old you were. When I said twenty-four she got disappointed and said that you were pretty old."

"Maybe I don't want to meet your sisters," Sydney pouted and plopped back down on the couch.

* * *

Shayla drove their Shelby Mustang, following Neil to his mom's house the next Sunday morning. It was a nice burb, with trees in yards and kids playing on grass. Lots of SUV's in driveways. They decided to follow him over because the trike was for his sisters, and he should take them to the game with Neil. What they didn't count on, which seemed obvious now, was that Amanda was going to the game as well, in her Dodge Caravan, hauling equipment, and an ice chest of sandwiches and pop. It would have been silly not to ride over with her, but Shayla did try to come up with a reason not to be trapped with Neil's mom in an SUV for twenty minutes each way.

"Well," Amanda starts as she's backing out of the driveway with Shayla in front, and Sydney safely in the back seat, jumping in there like a rabbit in to her hole, "I know what Neil does and that he rides for the Knights. I see the news and the Knights are talked about some times. So, I'm guessing you two sell cocaine."

Why was it so fucking embarrassing to have her say that to them?

"Yes," Shayla told her, and was intending to just keep it there, fucking have some balls, but she added, "but we're getting out, soon. This fall. August actually."

"I wish Neil would get out. It's nice that he gives us some extra cash since Robert passed-on. But I would give it all back and twice more if he would get out of that life," Amanda said.

"He is," Shayla told her. "He's even talking about getting out of the club altogether. Which is one of the reasons we're getting out."

"That and the fact that he didn't notice us at all when we’re still in the life," Sydney chimed in with a bit of spite.

"No?" Amanda said with just enough interest to keep Sydney going.

Shayla sank down in her seat as Sydney said, "No, not at all. We flirted, we joked, we used innuendos, hell I even walked out in nothing but lingerie! Light blue, see through, nipples showing lingerie! Did he notice? Nope. Just gives me a 'Hey Sydney', and that's it. Nothing!" Sydney throws herself back into the seat, and crosses her arms while looking rather grim at the memory.

Shayla peeps over at Amanda and finds the woman desperately trying to control her laughter. She didn't know what to expect from Amanda after such a revealing tirade, but laughter wasn't one of the options. Shayla relaxed a little, thinking that maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

"So, how did you hook up with him? Together I mean. Did you all get drunk and wake up together and just decide to keep it going?" Amanda asked.

"God! I wish!" Sydney chimes in from the backseat again, looking out the side window like someone owes her money out there.

Shayla ignores her, "No, it was planned, definitely planned."

"You mean that you two decided that you were both going to have him from the start?" Amanda asked in surprise.

"Exactly like that," Shayla tells her. "We knew that we both wanted him four weeks before we finally got a first date out of him. It was only about a week that we accepted the fact that it wasn't going to be her, or me, but both of us together."

"So, you two love each other," Amanda asked.

"Yes, we do," Shayla told her.

"Sexually?"

"Yes, but only because Neil wasn't noticing us and we didn't want any other man. Well, at first it was that. But now it's much more spontaneous and less of a head trip."

"So, you're lesbians?"

"No, we're two women in love with the same man and in the heat of passion, things happen, and they feel good," Shayla told her.

"But if Neil went away, say for a month on some business —"

Sydney chimes in, "We'd fuck each other senseless."

"Really?" Shayla turns on her, "That's how you speak to his mom?"

Sydney clamps her hand over her mouth and said with wide eyes, "Oh shit! Sorry."

"It's alright," Amanda laughs. "I take it you get a little aggressive when you are nervous."

"Yes," Sydney said meekly.

"Don't worry about it," Amanda told her. "I made a complete fool of myself with Robert's parents. They were both in their seventies. I was barely twenty."

"What was Neil like when he was little?" Sydney asked, coming forward in her seat again, and Shayla found herself more than a little interested.

"I thought I was going to have more trouble with him than I did. He was thirteen at the time we were married. You know he lost his mother when he was eight. I thought he would resent me trying to take her place, but we became friends pretty fast."

"Was his dad into motorcycles?"

"Cars. Hot-rods. There's a 67' Mustang in the garage. Well, the body is a 67' Mustang, everything else is high-end and high-powered. Even the engine. I don't think there's much 'Ford' left to the thing. His father was into street racing. You know, racing for pink slips?"

"What does that mean?" Sydney asked.

"It means that if you lost the race, you lost your car," Shayla tells her.

"Exactly," Amanda agreed.

"Wow. That would suck!"

"He was in more than one fight after a race, that's for sure. A lot of passion goes into making those street racers. He won many more than he lost. When he died we had five hot-rods Neil helped to sell. Those brought in some serious money."

"Not selling the Mustang though, huh?" Sydney asked.

"No, not yet," Amanda said with a soft smile. "Not ready to let that one go yet."

Shayla found the games fun to watch. The girls were serious about their soccer, and aggressive. Sandy, the youngest, was a little monster out there, but Jill was a demon, and scored five times that game.

"She's so fucking powerful," Sandy said next to Shayla and then covered her mouth and looked up at her.

Shayla gave her a smile, "Don't worry about it, but don't let your mom hear you talk like that."

"No way," Sandy said grimly. "So... you're my brother's girl friend?"

"Yes," Shayla nodded.

"And so is Sydney?"

"Yes."

"Which one of you were first?"

"Both at the same time," Shayla told her.

"And you didn't mind?"

"Well," said Shayla, "Sydney and I have been friends since high school. We were just a little older than your sister. Best friends. We did most things together. We went to college together, we got scholarships together. So, it doesn't surprise me that we both fell in love together."

"This is your first time in love?"

"Yes, it is," Shayla told her.

"Wow. I fall in love all the time," Sandy confessed.

"What about Jill?"

"She use to, but now it's all about soccer. So, unless he has a ball in his hand when they meet, and can beat her on the field after that, he doesn't stand much of a chance."

Dinner was a lot of laughter with some of the plays being recreated, and narrated. After the initial curiosity, Sandy and Jill just accepted them, like it was nothing. Shayla got the sense though that Neil could do no wrong in their eyes. There was some serious hero-worship going on in their relationship.

Jill was all about soccer, and apparently Sydney played before Shayla met her. From the way she talked she knew the game. Though she admitted she wasn't good enough for scholarship, which is why she quit and went for an academic scholarship.

"You both got one?" Jill asked. "Those are tough. Serious brain work."

Back at their apartment, They curled up against Neil and ate popcorn and watched a thriller together. Just before nine, Sandy sent Shayla a text:
Nite!

She texted back:
sweet dreams

She set her phone back down and rubbed her hand on Neil's chest, and arm. "They're good girls."

"Yeah, they are," Sydney agreed.

"How did it go with Amanda?" Neil asked.

"Well," Shayla said, as Sydney looked at her with pleading eyes, "after the initial nervousness passed, it was good."

'I love you
,' Sydney mouthed to her, making her smile.

"She pull your covers with the dealing?" Neil asked.

"Yes!" Sydney answered. "God! I almost died!" she moaned, clutched her hands to her heart and fell back into the couch.

Neil smiled.

Chapter 9

When Neil came through the door on Wednesday his face was blank, and business — instantly telling Shayla that something was up, and that
something
  was club business.

Sydney looked to Shayla who nodded, telling her she caught it too, and just let it be. Sydney silently agreed, following her lover over to the dining room table.

"Anton wants you to call him," Neil told her.

She picked up her phone and called the man.

"What's up Anton?"

"Well, I know you ordered three, which is cool, but I sent four, which I'm going to give you for eighteen each instead of twenty."

"What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. They'll weigh out and test good. Great even."

"Well, if that turns out to be true, then I'll call you back and we'll talk," she told him.

"Hear from you soon then babe," Anton agreed, and broke the connection.

Business was business and personal was personal, and this was business. Neil was telling them that with his lack of emotion and blank face. He didn't even grab Sydney's round little butt, which he was apt to do more often that he grabbed hers, but then he fondled hers more often, which she enjoyed much more. No kiss, no fondle, so something was up. That something was between them and Anton.

It felt like a compliment. That they could handle it without his help, instead of coming in and telling them what they should say or how they should play it — which was the typical male response to these situations.

They weighed and tested all four kilos, and they came up good. Even a couple of grams over. So she called him back on the speakerphone so Sydney could join in.

"All right, they test, so we'll take them at eighteen. Thanks for the discount," Shayla said as soon as he answered.

"No worries. So, Saturday I'll give you the same deal," he told her.

Sydney shook her head, "No, we won't need any this Saturday, but thanks."

"This is a good deal here," Anton repeated.

"Yeah, but we don't like coke sitting around long in the house. If we're raided and found with cash that's one thing, but coke? That's a whole different kind of heat we don't want,"

"So, sell it!" Anton said exasperated. "I mean, ladies, what's the deal?"

"You mean,
those cunts
, right?" Shayla asked blandly.

After a pause, he said, "Who you been talking to?"

"You, actually. We were at the
Blue Havana
last night when you said, '
those fucking cunts Sydney and Shayla better get their shit together
,' as we passed by your group." Shayla told him with the same bland voice.

"Well, -- sorry —“

"But this has nothing to do with that. Just didn't want you wasting more breath buttering us up. Obviously you have your opinion, and that's cool. We decided to lay low for a while. Some personal interests have come up and twenty-four-by-seven coke hustling is interfering. So, we're taking a break. First time in two years. I think we deserve that."

"Yeah, but no. I've got coke sitting around that I had tagged for you two. That's not cool."

"Well, shit Anton, hassle some other dealers you got, like the Gomez brothers or someone. We're still doing three kilos a week, which is more than most of them," she told him.

"Fuck the Gomez brother. Fucking traitors. I'll be dealing with them soon enough," he blurted, and then paused and caught himself, "Alright. So, you're into something, need to back off for a while. No problem. Like you say, you're still doing three ki's a week like clockwork, so, alright. I'll even do the same deal for you next Wednesday. Can we do that? Four ki's for eighteen? That's good profit there."

She looked at Sydney who shrugged, and then nodded.

"Yeah, alright," she told him. "If they're like this, we'll take them."

"Alright, and no more cunt stuff. I promise. You didn't deserve that," Anton added.

"No, we don't," Shayla told him, and then broke the connection.

She looked over at Neil, "So, alright, we called him. Can you put your face back on now? Give us a kiss? Let me suck your cock? Fondle my ass like you want to fuck it until Saturday?"

"You trying to tell me you want it in your ass?" Neil asked.

"That thick thing? No. Maybe on your birthday," she smiled.

Sydney settled herself down into his lap, "I might want to give that a try. If you let me get it in first, before you do your animal sex thing."

"See," Shayla said, "there are definite benefits to having two lovers. If one doesn't want to do it, chances are the other might."

"More benefits than that," Neil told her.

"Oh yeah?"

"You think I bought into this just for the sex?" Neil asked.

"Well, seemed like it might be on the top three list," Shayla answered.

"Never occurred to you that I might love you both? That I enjoy your company? Like the other night when you told me all about your company research? I dug that. And Sunday night on the couch was good, and so was the day with my family. It's not just two girls, it's you two, Sydney and Shayla. That's where the benefits are."

"Um, backup," Shayla said, lifting a finger. "Did you just say you loved us?"

"Both of you, yes," Neil told her. Then he picked up Sydney like she weighed nothing, and set her on the couch beside him and reached into his jacket pocket as he got up from the couch. He pulled out two black velvet ring cases. He opened one and took the ring out, and gently slid it onto Sydney's hand. Then he walked over to her, and took her hand, which was shaking with so many emotions she couldn't name them, and put her ring on her finger. Then he kissed her and she fucking melted.

"Oh fucking hell Neil," she whimpered and he picked her up and brought her to the couch, where a still stunned Sydney waited. He gave Sydney a kiss and she rose up, and nearly attacked him with sexual attention.

He kissed and fondled them for a long time but then he got up again, setting Shayla to the side, "Got to get the money back."

"What? You're going to drop this bomb on us and just leave?" she whimpered.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Have too. I got another run to make after this."

She and Sydney gathered themselves and got up, "Alright, we'll go get the rest of the money. Be right back."

They got the money and then with pixie smiles they stripped down to their G-strings and came back out.

They put the money into his case and then she handed it to him. "Well, we're going to put the coke in the safe, and since we don't have any deliveries to make tonight, we're going to satisfy ourselves with each other. Hopefully you'll get back in time before we exhaust ourselves and fall asleep."

Neil looked them over, as they stood meeting his eyes, with their hands on their hips, daring him to say something.

"See you soon then," he told them. And then he walked out the door, closing it firmly behind him.

"Shit," Sydney said, "I can't believe he just left like that."

"Well," she told her, "business is business and we got to go when we got to go. Right?"

"Yeah, but... I mean... god is this ring fucking gorgeous or what?" Sydney said, distracted by the gleaming on her finger.

Then the door swung back open, scaring the crap out of both of them, and Neil came back inside, slamming it behind him. He took her by the arm and put her on the couch, kneeling with her ass in the air and her hands on the back. Pulling down her G-string he pushed his cock into her and she gripped the back and cried out with absolute pleasure, and agony.

He fucked her while she swore she loved him, and that she was his, and would always be his. Her adorations panted out of her as she climaxed and climaxed again.

Then he put Sydney beside her on the couch and fucked her senseless too. After that he told them to suck his cock, which they did, mercilessly, until he climaxed.

When he left this time, they bolted the door behind him and were still giggling fiercely.

"I knew that would work," she told Sydney.

"Can we still...?" Sydney asked.

She looked her over and said, "Yeah, alright. Let's get the coke put away first though, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, right."

Sydney was wild with her, and brought her to several screaming climaxes. She tried to give as good as she got, but felt she missed the mark, though Sydney showed no sign of complaint.

"Did you like that?" Sydney asked her.

"Fuck yes," she said, still panting from her last climax.

"I watched a thing on the Internet called, '
How to Eat Pussy
."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," Sydney nodded. "I'm into you Shayla. I mean, I've always loved you, but, I'm into you as well. And since you are the only girl I've ever been with, and also the only girl I'll 
ever
 be with, I wanted to learn how to treat you right."

"So, you've been trolling lesbian sites?" she asked her.

"A little, yeah. I'm not into the lesbian scene, but I'm into you. I'm just as into you as I am into Neil," Sydney confessed and then bit her lip.

Shayla pulled her lip out from her teeth with her finger and kissed her, "Thank you Sydney. Really. I'll try to learn how to be good to you too, alright?"

Sydney smiled, "I'll send you the link then."

"Yeah, alright. I'll watch it," Shayla agreed. "Maybe we should take each other a little more seriously. Neil seems to be taking us seriously. And you're right, these are fucking beautiful rings."

"We should have bands made, two each. One for each other and one for Neil. We can have then put together like wedding bands are done. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it. I like that. We'll each find our own design. That would be perfect," she said and kissed her.

"So, it doesn't bother you that I'm completely lesbo for you?" Sydney asked shyly.

"Is that what you are?"

"Yes. And, honestly, I kind of have been from the start. I kind of figured it weirded you out so I never said anything. But after that first night, I was hooked on you."

"Well, let's see," Shayla said. "My best friend ever, who I love, is into giving me great orgasms." She shrugged. "I don't see a downside here."

"Don't need to make a joke about it," Sydney said, and started to turn away.

"Sydney, I'm not, honestly," Shayla told her, pulling her back to face her. "Ok, I'm a little nervous, alright? I'm not sure what to say or what is expected, or what you need. I've always felt that this was a special thing between us, but not a couple thing, you know? I've never thought of it being just you and me, and it sounds like you have."

Sydney nodded her head but looked away, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Baby," Shayla said. "I didn't know. I didn't. You never even hinted about this. Not once," she said softly. "So, like, give me a little slack, alright? I do love you, and I enjoy being with you. Can't that be enough? We're with Neil now, so it will always be me and you too. Right?"