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Tank

I wake up to see Mira still asleep, blonde curls spread over my pillow and a soft smile playing on her lips. I lick mine, in the hopes that some of her sweet essence may still be lingering, although fat chance seeing as I brushed my teeth last night after tucking her under the covers. I snuggle closer, pulling her lush body into mine marveling that she’s here with me.

“Why are you so hot?” she mumbles, letting out a little sigh as I run my fingertips down her arm, gently down her pointer finger and then back up again.

“I’m a big guy.”

She cracks a bemused eye at me. “That’s it? You’re a big guy so you have to be boiling hot? That doesn’t make any sense!” She giggles, her morning voice hoarse. Or that could be from the orgasm I gave her last night when I ate out her sweet pussy.

That thought must have played over my face because Mira gets all shy and hides her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I O-ed all over your face and then fell asleep! How’s your peen? Is he OK? I ignored him! Lemme at him, I’ll make him feel good, I’ve watched videos!”

She scrambles up, her gorgeous big tits bouncing around, her large areolas home to tight plum colored nipples just begging to be sucked. Rearing up I go to cup one but she slaps my hand away, rummaging in the covers to get to my stiff cock.

“Mira, babe, you don’t have to do anything for me. I saw that little pink pussy of yours and needed to taste your cream. It’s not an exchange. He can wait for next time to come out and play,”

I try to tuck my covers over my legs, and my dick that is probably giving me the evils right now. I know he’d love to be balls deep inside her, but after finding out last night that she’s a virgin, I want to make our first time special.

“But you didn’t get to come last night!” she pouts.

I tilt my head at her, “What makes you think that?”

“Wait, what? When did you come? I’d remember that!”

I try to hide my grin. “I’m not sure you would sweetheart. I blew my load into my boxers when I sucked your hard little clit into my mouth and you exploded on my chin.”

She gasps, slapping her hands on her cheeks like that kid from the Home Alone movie. She sits like that a moment before her eyes go wide and she leans in, “Did I scream your name so loud everyone heard it?” Her eyes are huge and she looks mortified.

“Well, not quite,” I answer, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Wait, what did I do? It was something weird wasn’t it? Nooooo!” Before I can answer she throws herself face first onto the bed. “Don’t tell me,” her muffled voice says. She then sits up abruptly. “Actually, no, tell me. I need to know.”

She braces herself and I try to school my features. “You, ah, you screamed ‘Sorry Nana!’”

She goes stock still. Not even a muscle twitch to let me know how she feels. Well, up until she throws herself back down onto the bed and covers her face with the pillow. I can hear muffled screams and as much as I’d really love to comfort her, my mind has blanked out because her tits are on display, just begging for my touch.

The door bursts open, my reflexes are just quick enough to throw the covers over the two plump wonders of the world.

“Why is she trying to suffocate herself?” Chewy asks, standing with her hands on her hips, not in the slightest bit worried that she never knocked and pretty much kicked my door in.

“I’m suffocating myself because I’m an embarrassment to all women. Maybe even humanity!” Mira’s muffled voice calls out.

“Right. Well, can you maybe do it after we go on the Ol Ladies shopping trip? All the men are on babysitting duty while we find Lovely’s style.” Chewy says the last part in air quotes and I can’t tell if she’s happy to be included in the trip or not.

Mira flings the pillow against me and sits up, clutching the covers to her chest.

“Aw shiitake mushrooms! What time is it?”

“We’re aiming to leave at 9am on the dot, and it’s 8.47 so you have 13 minutes to put a bra on and meet us out front.” Chewy informs her in her very efficient manner.

“It doesn’t take me 13 minutes to put on a bra.” Mira argues with her, glancing down at her boobs.

“That man-” Chewy points at me, “Looked like he was saying goodbye to his deceased grandmother with how sad he looked when you covered up those amazing boobs. I’d say he wants to give them a very heartfelt goodbye when you strap them into their holders.” She smirks in my direction. “Anyway, you have 12 minutes now, so chop chop.” With that, she spins on her heel and slams the door.

“She’s a funny woman,” Mira says, staring at the doorway.

“You have no idea,” I mutter. “Now, let me say goodbye to my very dear friends.” Mira squeals with laughter as I pull her into me.

I watch her plump ass walk out the door exactly 12 minutes later and lie back in bed for a moment, gathering my thoughts. DRMC life has been changing for the better since Rhodie fell for Chewy. Then Gus wifed up Ana, Wire fell for Remy, Savage joined with his Ol Lady and then my prospect somehow managed to convince Blanche to take a chance on him. While all my brothers were falling, I had front row seats to how they all fundamentally changed, and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want some of that for myself. Was I expecting to find someone in jail? Not really, but I guess you never know when life will kick you in the ass and give you a gift at the same time. That’s what Mira is. A total gift. Crazy, sure, but crazy good fun at the same time.

Now all I have to do is not fuck up whatever this is that we’re building.

“Yo, you gonna get up so we can get to work sometime today?” Judge asks, poking his head around the door.

“Yeah, gimme ten and I’ll be there.”

“Good. I got Rider coming in to work reception again.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you banking on him bitching to Pres about how busy we are over there?”

“Fuck yes. We’ll have someone on reception in no time and won’t even need to take it to Church,” Judge grins.

“I like the way you think, brother.”

Mira

I follow the Ol Ladies around the mall as they all oohh and ahh over the styles on offer. I can tell by watching their interactions that they’ve been a unit for a while. Chewy is the longest standing DRMC Ol Lady. The others sort of all landed at the DRMC in quick succession after that.

“Do you know what you’re looking for?” Blanche asks Lovely as she holds up a flannel shirt. Blanche’s style tends more toward tough mom mixed with covert spy clothing.

Chewy seems more alternative with her darker colors and her ever present Doc Martens boots. Remy and Nat seem to veer toward more biker chick which makes sense as they’ve been in the lifestyle longer. Ana is classy and high end and then there’s me. Not that I’m an Ol Lady or anything, but I’m joining the outing and definitely not blending in with my floral wide leg pants, purple blouse, big pink plastic hoop earrings and green sneakers.

“Well, would it be weird to say that I want something that expresses my personality and not the cult we were in?” Lovely says in her soft voice.

“Fuck no! That cult had the ugliest clothes I’d ever seen in my life!” We all spin at the sound of Pops’ voice to find him behind us, holding a glazed donut in his hand. “What? I stopped at Dunkin’,” he shrugs.

Ana stares at him unblinking for an awfully long time, Pops mirroring her position.

“Who do you think is gonna win?” Nat whispers.

“My money is on Pops,” I whisper back, Nat nods sagely.

“I’m picking Ana,” Remy says, tipping her head in their direction.

“She would have learned that move from Mama Debs and I bet that look works on Pops all the time.”

“Ugh fine! I’m here for security. AND you know I always come on the girls’ trips and girls’ nights! You’ve been leaving me out lately and I don’t appreciate it,” Pops huffs, donut forgotten as he waves it around to get his point across.

“We always invite you! It’s not our fault you got an Ol Lady and now you’d rather make moony eyes at her than hang out with us,” Ana argues.

“Can you blame me? She’s fucking perfect!” Pops argues back.

Lovely rests a hand on Pops’ shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “I’m happy you could join us. I need help to try to figure out my new style. Do you have any ideas?” She tilts her head sideways and smiles up at him. The man is putty in her hands. I hope I’m still around when the inevitable happens and Marx and Lovely act on their feelings. I have a hunch that the Pres will fold like a house of cards.

“Well, I think you need to find something that actually fits you properly. Since you escaped that shit hole you’ve been in hand me downs from your brothers,” Pops replies, rubbing the stubble on his cheek.

“Then that’s what we’ll do. Mira, would you mind helping me choose some colors that might look good on me?” Lovely asks, eyes wide as if she’s afraid I would ever tell her no.

“Heck yeah!” I say, fist pumping the air. “Let’s do this!”

***

I’m exhausted and we’re only halfway there. We’ve discovered that underneath all the layers of baggy denim, cotton and flannel, Lovely has a totally banging body.

“I cannot believe you’ve been hiding this the entire time!” Remy says, admiring Lovely’s shape in a pair of purple leggings topped with a black off the shoulder top, similar to the ones I like to wear.

“I know! I’m so jealous!” Blanche laments, although I have a feeling that under her oversized sweatshirt she is probably hiding the same thing. Just on a shorter body.

“Well, in Eden’s Keep women had to be modest at all times, so even I didn’t know I could look like this in clothes that fit properly,” Lovely giggles. “OK, I’m bushed, so I say we buy all the keep outfits -” she waves to the colorful pile next to me, filled with all manner of things: leggings, sweats, dresses, fitted jeans, blouses, the gamut. Lovely wanted to shop for comfy mom things but also things that would make her feel cool and hip. “-and then let’s get food and drink. I’m starving!”

“I agree! Let’s blow this joint, ladies,” Pops says, eating another glazed donut. I have no idea where he’s getting them from, as I’m pretty sure he’s been with us the whole time, but who knows.

I help Lovely carry her things to the counter and notice that the Tombs seem to be holding back. Throughout the shopping trip Pops and Chewy have been murmuring to each other, eyes watching something outside the store. Blanche joined them in conversation a few times and I notice her eyes darting to a different spot outside. I think maybe something is going on, but I can’t tell if it’s a scary something or an exciting something. Or maybe both! Maybe they’ve spotted a threat and they need to find a way to distract us so they can neutralize it? Although I have no idea what type of neutralizing an old man and two little ladies, one of which is pregnant, can do, but I’m down with it. Oh, what if it turns out that they’re actually really dangerous? Like trained in jiu jitsu or something? Didn’t Pops say he was in ‘Nam? I bet he knows a thing or two.

“Ready, Mira? You kinda checked out a little there,” Remy asks, her dark brows furrowed.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I do it all the time. Have a thought and my imagination runs away on me.” I wave it off.

“Speaking of, how is the book coming along?” Remy says, falling into step beside me as we follow Nat and Ana power walking through the mall, beelining for the food court.

I let out a sigh, “Not as good as I was hoping. There have been … distractions?”

Remy chuckles, then links her arm with mine and it feels so nice and so accepting like for once in my life I’m part of the cool kids club and not one of two big girls who spend their time in the school library reading romance and daydreaming about their happily ever afters.

“Oh, distractions. Is that what we’re calling that big, blonde hunk of biker huh?”

I can feel myself blush and dip my head to hide it. “Well, yeah. I mean, I’m not sure what we’re doing or how serious this all is. I might be the distraction.”

We come to a stop at the table and I keep my gaze on the ugly formica.

“Mira, look at me,” Remy implores, “You are not a distraction. I’ve known Tank for a while now and not once have I ever seen him smile or laugh or open up the way he does around you.”

My head snaps up, “Really?” Remy nods and when I drag my gaze around the table everyone nods in agreement.

“If we’re being honest, I thought he might be a little special. You know, like a mute or a simpleton or something. He just never really did much other than loom,” Pops says, taking a bite out of yet another donut, this time accompanied by a cup of coffee.

“You did not!” Ana says, jabbing a finger Pops way.

“Well OK, maybe not that bad, but I did think there was something wrong with him. No man should be that quiet.”

“He talks more than Judge,” Lovely points out.

“He’s weird too,” Pops harrumphs and then winks at me when the rest of the group start protesting.

I suppress a smile. I’m onto him now.

“ Anyway Mira, you better get used to us because I have a feeling you’ll be joining us permanently,” Nat grins, plopping down into a seat and stealing a bite out of Pops’ unattended donut.

The women tease and gossip and chat but all I can think about is that maybe, just maybe Tyson won’t get sick of me and he’ll choose to keep me. I’ve never been chosen first for anything. Not as a kid, not as an adult. I did come close to being chosen second one time, when the girl picking the volleyball team saw my height and thought I was athletic, but that was soon snuffed out when one of the mean girls pointed out that I fell over for no reason on the way to the locker room. I would wish her ill but I don’t need to because she grew up to marry her boyfriend right out of high school who had a promising college football career until he dislocated his knee on an ice skating date with her. He was never the same after that. Had to become a carpet salesman and fat and bald. Actually, I think the fat and bald were probably something he wasn’t aiming for. Either way, she’s bumping uglies with him and I rubbed my vagina on Tyson’s face last night. Eeeeeek!

Pops sprays his coffee across the table, coughing and spluttering as the women all cackle. Aw dogs nuts I really need to sort out this inner monologue.

“Yeah girl, you really do,” Pops coughs.

I bury my face in my donut and try to ignore the chatter around me. Well, the chatter from most of the gang, but not Chewy, Blanche and Pops.

“Is that Whitney?” Ana says all of a sudden, pointing to someone on the other side of the food court.

“Oh my god, yes! That bitch! She’s the reason Tank and Nitro got taken in,” Remy says with such vehemence that it shocks me. She’s usually such a proper lady.

Chewy and Blanche share a look and then start to stand.

“Where are you two going?” Lovely asks, looking up from her muffin.

“We’re going to talk to her,” Chewy says at the same time Blanche answers “To beat her ass.”

“Maybe that too,” Chewy shrugs.

“Wait, do you want backup?” The Ol Ladies start putting down whatever was in their hands, apart from Nat who picks up the knife that came with her food.

“No. If this goes South we don’t want you hauled in away from your babies. You lot stay here. Any trouble happens call Marx, Blanche says. She’s so impressive. Like I know she isn’t that much older than me, but whoa, that whole Mom power thing gives her such a commanding edge. Like a lady Marx. Oh oh, maybe I can have a spin off of my MC series and it can have a lady Pres. I reach into my bra to take out my notebook and realize I never slipped it in there in my hurry to get dressed this morning.

A napkin comes sliding my way across the table, and I follow the hand pushing it toward me finding Lovely’s smiling face. She reaches into her bag and hands me a pen, then turns back to watch the Chewy and Blanche show.

“That doesn’t make sense! You’re pregnant, Blanche,” Ana points out.

“Yeah, but I have an ol man that isn’t going to go all caveman on me. He knows I’ve got this.”

“And I have an ol man that gets extra horny when I get into trouble,” Chewy adds, waggling her brows at us.

“Imma kill that fucker,” Pops mumbles under his breath. He also doesn’t weigh in to the whole who’s going who’s staying debate so I’m guessing if he’s fine with his pregnant granddaughter-in-law going to beat up an ex-bunny, then we all should be.

“OK, well if you need help just let us know.”

“Aye aye captain!” Chewy salutes Remy and she and Blanche wander off.

“Um, should we be worried? What if this Whiney woman is dangerous? Like some type of crazy woman scorned who has this whole elaborate setup plan thing going on?” My concern is met with blank gazes which then turn into grins.

“Trust us, she’s not the dangerous one.”