Page 21 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

Angel

The moment we agreed to let Skye stay with us I should have known this would happen, resisting temptation and being good boys has never been our strong suit. But I never expected that all of us being with Skye would be that incredible. Part of me had assumed that it would be like all of our previous times sharing one woman. That she’d be more into one of us, the chemistry would be off, or that she wouldn’t be able to handle all of us.

But my god Skye could handle us. And then some.

For someone so inexperienced she was confident and sexy as hell, letting us guide her and intuitively knowing how to drive us all wild. She even seemed to thrive under Gunner’s gaze rather than trying to force him to join or ignoring him. Most of the club bunnies we’ve hooked up with seem to take his sexual preference as an insult or personal challenge. It’s not that Gunner exclusively watches, but it takes him time to allow anyone to touch him. He mostly only fucks a chick if she’s tied up, something we felt woulda been a step too far for Skye on her first time with us.

I say the first time since it was clear once isn’t going to be enough. For any of us.

It’s been ten days since that first night. Each day we go out on the road, keeping the peace and finding out info on Anderson and the Demon Riders’ movements. Every night when we get back, Skye is working the bar looking sexy as hell, and once we lock up for the night, inevitably we end up back in the office fucking Skye until she screams our names and falls apart again and again. Each time is as good if not better than the last as we discover each other’s preferences. I’ve never enjoyed exploring every inch of a woman and finding her sweet spots more than I do with Skye. Gunner is still keeping his distance, watching only, but I get the feeling he might be ready to join in fully if things continue like this.

There’s no awkwardness after we finish. We all say goodnight and go to our respective rooms as though it is the most natural thing in the world and, despite the worries and stresses I have over the cops sniffing around us, each night I fall into a deep, restful sleep.

I awake earlier than usual, feeling more refreshed than I have in a long while. It’s a beautiful day, sunny with a smattering of clouds, the full Texan heat hasn’t set in yet. The perfect day for a ride. I need to go speak with the people running our various businesses and our allies further afield, they’re aware of the situation but I’ve not checked in on them in a while, and today seems like the perfect day to do so. I’m pretty confident that it’s that snake Bill Anderson who’s trying to ruffle our feathers, but if our rivals, the Demon Riders get wind of even the smallest chink in our armor they’ll try to move in on our territory. We should also check in on old Brewer and see if Anderson’s laid off since our warning or not.

Viper and a couple of our other guys are still being held having been charged with assault, but our lawyers are confident the charges will be dropped, and the cops will release them soon. They’ve got nothing solid on them other than the stupid bar fight with the Demon Riders. Our lawyers are good, now we finally have the evidence to prove our guys weren’t the ones to throw the first blow and the cops didn’t find Jack shit at Viper’s shop, so they’re confident our boys will be out soon. Mel, our lawyer, told us to keep away for the time being. Our presence would only make things worse.

I drop Drifter, Buzz, and Gunner a text, letting them know the plan for the day and telling them to be ready in ten before hopping in the shower and getting dressed. When I come out of my room, they’re all there waiting for me, it seems we’re not the only ones feeling perky this morning since Skye is there, looking bright-eyed and cheerful, chatting with the guys.

“Morning, Prez,” Buzz says as he sees me.

The others all look over and greet me too, “Morning.”

Skye grins at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement, “The guys were just telling me you’re going on a ride,” she says her voice wistful.

“We are,” I reply cautiously, sensing they’re up to something.

“Skye’s never ridden on a motorcycle before…” Drifter states nonchalantly.

Already I know where this is going. “We’ve got club business to attend to,” I state.

“Yeah, but we figured it wouldn’t hurt to bring Skye along. She doesn’t need to come inside, just gives her a chance to go for a long ride on a perfect day for it, she’s really keen to experience it, aren’t you?” Drifter adds looking at Skye.

She nods enthusiastically. “I’d love to. If it’s not too trouble,” she replies hopefully.

“This isn’t a Sunday drive and a picnic. There’s a threat to our club and we need to speak to our guys and find out information,” I reply exasperatedly.

“We know that, but it’s not like it’s anything dangerous,” Buzz chimes in.

“And she’ll get to learn a bit more about the club, about her old man,” Drifter adds.

I can tell they both desperately want her to come, no doubt to show off. Skye seems equally excited by the prospect. They’ve got a point, today isn’t likely to result in any stand-offs. We’re visiting our people, after all. We’ll handle the Demon Riders if the need arises. For now, the bar fight is resolved in our minds, our boys held their own and gave as good as they got, worse by the sounds of it. Unless they try anything else, the matter’s stable for now.

However, I feel torn about bringing her along since I want to visit Brewer. We haven’t told Skye about Brewer, and I’m not sure if I want them to meet yet. Brewer was like a father to Tommy, and to many of us. As much as none of us want to admit it, Brewer’s dying. It’s why that snake Bill Anderson is snooping around trying to get the land from him. The farm, cottage, and Brewer’s BBQ are all worth a fortune now. When Brewer dies, the land has been promised to stay with the Angels of Havoc, but Anderson is trying to argue otherwise.

As attracted as I am to Skye, I don’t yet know if I can trust her. Despite what she said the other night about waiting for us in the secret room, she seemed guilty as hell, like she’d been snooping. Buzz is digging into her past a bit more, but so far, he’s not reported anything untoward. But what if she knows something and is also trying to get her hands on the land for herself? Or even if she’s been genuine so far, would that change if she knew about Brewer’s will?

But at the same time, I know the old man would be overjoyed to meet Skye.

With a sigh, I look at Gunner. “What do you think?”

Of the four of us, he’s the voice of reason. Drifter is my vice president, he’s a strong leader when he’s not goofing off. As road captain, I know Buzz will already have a route planned that avoids trouble while still being an enjoyable ride. Gunner is our sergeant-at-arms, he ensures our rules are obeyed and maintains order. If he thinks this is a bad idea and likely to cause trouble, it’s him I’ll listen to.

Gunner shrugs, “I don’t see any problems with Skye coming.”

If he doesn’t then I don’t. I’ll try to speak to Brewer in private regarding the land dispute. I don’t feel ready to trust Skye yet, but she could even be the key to getting us out of this mess for good.

“Fine. Skye, you’ll ride with me,” I state.

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