Chapter Two
Hannah
DJ texted me last night and gave me the link to a site she said was specifically for old ladies. When I questioned her, she said there was another old lady from another club who has two men. I know I love Smokey and Bandit, but sometimes, the censure from the community is hard to deal with and they’re already upset that I didn’t tell them. I click on the link and answer the questions that are asked. Now, I wait as my membership is pending approval. Sighing, I think of how much my life has changed since that day I first met Smokey and Bandit. They were kinda like steamrollers in my life and before I knew it, I was theirs. Ah but those memories! A grin now on my face, I’m remembering how special both of them treat me. Fuck the haters. Yep, that’s gonna be my new motto, that’s for damn sure. I head back into the kitchen and grab some water and a banana before I head to my studio. Time to lose myself in drawing. Both Smokey and Bandit feel that my portfolio is strong enough to show around some local places and now that there’s no threat hanging over my head, I need to add to what I’ve got.
I go down to get lunch, not realizing how much time has passed. As I sit down, I grab my laptop and see that I’ve been approved to the group. I open up the page and see that there are several different women from different walks of life there. Looks like I’m not the only newbie to the group and from what I’m reading there are now three of us who have a multi-partner relationship. Two other women I can get advice from.
Rainey posts: Hi, I’m new to the group. My friends Lizzie and Bristol invited me along. I see that there are a couple of you who are in polyamorous type relationships. I have been with my men for over two years now, and they are the loves of my life. Did anyone else catch hell from the club whores like I did?
I respond: We don’t have those in our club so no, haven’t dealt with that but have gotten ugly messages and shit from some of the townspeople who don’t ‘approve’ of my life choices.
Rainey responds: Oh yeah, been there and done that, but in our town, my sisters and I own and run the only tattoo parlor in the area. So, I pretty much get left alone, not to mention my guys would take anyone out who messes with me...lmfao.
I respond: Tattoos huh? Interesting for sure. I’m an artist myself.
Rainey responds: I do mostly self-portraits, but am known to kick out some bad ass designs, maybe you could share some sometime and we can talk commissions?
I respond: That would be fantastic! I did some murals, kinda old school Hollywood profiles in one of our businesses, a local salon.
Rainey responds: We’ve actually been looking for someone to do a mural in the shop, we want some badass choppers, skulls, crosses...things of that nature. Think you could draw something up for me to share with my sisters?
I respond: Let me tinker with it and I’ll mock something up. No obligation, of course!
Rainey responds: Great! I’ll pm you with my information. I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with. I’m stoked!
I respond: That works! So, how do you deal with your guys when they go into alphahole mode?
Rainey responds: Alphahole? I fucking love it! I’m going to have to steal that one and use it with my guys. Anyways, I’m stubborn and don’t take shit from them, I give as good as I get. We’ve paved a way to deal with each other. I’ve been known to be a scary bitch sometimes when crossed. Backbone! It’s the best advice I can give.
I respond: Steal away! Do y’all do piercings? I’ve been thinking of getting my nipples pierced as a surprise for the guys. After all, I sure as hell enjoy theirs!
Rainey responds: We do! Myself and my sister Ariel are the main piercers in our shop. I’ll even give you a huge discount if you decide to become an independent commissioned artist for us.
I respond: Does that bother your guys? I presume y’all do all manner of piercings.
Rainey responds: It’s been known to start an argument or two. But it’s our business, and at the end of the day, it doesn't affect our relationship at home, it’s left at the shop and not allowed to come in the front door after a day’s work. Kind of like Vegas, what happens there, stays there, so to speak.
I respond: Are y’all gonna have kids someday? That’s my biggest worry, if I’m being honest. I don’t want my kids to be made to feel less than by others because of my choices.
Rainey responds: We will have kids, and the thing is, you have to teach them that the only ones whose opinions matter are the ones at home. Fuck everyone else.
DJ responds: Coming in late to the party, y’all. Hannah, I agree with Rainey here. You know we’ve got your back and there’s no way the dynamic duo will allow anyone to bash their woman or their kids.
I respond: This is truth. They tend to go caveman from time to time, don’t they?
Skylar responds: Yeah, nature of the men we chose to love. As for the other shit, Rainey has the way of it. Ignore the assholes who are judging you. If you and your men are happy, that’s all that matters at the end of the day. I just had a conversation with another girl that I’m sure will be joining the group. She’s new to the polyamorous relationship.
I respond: Never been happier. Got a great group of women I can bounce shit off of, two men who treat me like I’m a priceless creature in their eyes, and now y’all.
Rainey responds: I’m with two brothers, so they’ve learned to share throughout the years, now that has been passed down and they share me lovingly. I can’t imagine loving one more than the other. We’ve had issues with me deciding which one to marry, it’s the only contention we haven’t been able to get through. How did you decide? Or have you yet?
I respond: Yeah, working on that myself. Mine are twins and one is older and he thinks it should be him.
Rainey responds: Mine just want me to pick one to marry and give the first baby to the other one. But how do you decide which one gets which honor first? I’m having issues, because I believe the one I do marry, the other will be thinking, ‘but she married him, so she must love him more’, and that’s not fair to the other. I just don’t know what to do.
I respond: Maybe instead of you making that decision, you should put it back on their shoulders? Idk, I mean, I love mine equally but different, if that makes sense. They’ve both got wicked senses of humor, but sometimes, one seems more in-tune with me emotionally.
Rainey responds: One of my men is more dominant than the other, and he’s older, so I can see where this will go. I guarantee I’ll be marrying the oldest of the two and having the youngest one’s baby first. But maybe you’re right, I should make them decide instead of carrying the burden on my shoulders and mine alone.
I respond: Sounds like a good plan to me.
DJ responds: If that doesn’t work, tell them you’re gonna flip a coin or something.
I respond: LOL @ flip a coin. Could you see my guys doing that?
Rainey responds: I can totally see my guys doing that.
DJ responds: I think both of y’all need to put it back on them. There are two of them and one of you so that makes more sense. And, as far as kids go, what difference does it make who fathers them if y’all are both with brothers? None as far as I can see.
Rainey responds: They’re both going to be fathering them for the rest of their lives regardless, so I’m in complete agreement with you on that one, a point I’ve tried to make several times. They’re of the mindset that the first kid should go to the one who didn’t place the ring on my fingers...it’s ludicrous.
DJ responds: Because seriously, do you wanna have one of them gloved up until you get caught? Nope, I bet you don’t.
Hannah responds: I sure as hell don’t. I mean, yeah, we use them for when we...you know <blushes>...but otherwise, it’s bare.
DJ responds: You’re a kook you know that?
Rainey responds: LMFAO...oh Hannah, you’re killing me. Yeah, that’s how we roll, too. I hate rubbers, once I got the pleasure of experiencing my men raw, I threw the damn box out after that one drunken night, and vowed never again...unless they’re both filling me, then the one has to wear one, that’s just too gross!
Lizzie responds: I’m just now coming into this, but seriously Rainey...TMI!
I respond: I totally hear you there!
DJ responds: Ladies, y’all are killing me here! My man is out on a run, for fuck’s sake! Stop talking about sex.
I respond: Shouldn’t you be writing?
DJ responds: Just finished edits, Miss Smartypants!
Lizzie: DJ, one day you’re going to have to share your pen name so I can check out your steamy books!
DJ responds: Send me a message, I’ll hook you up.
Lizzie responds: Done! I can’t wait to dig into them. I love a good, kinky, stormy, romance book.
Rainey responds: I’m going to be hitting you up later, Lizzie. You’re going to have to share the goodies.
DJ responds: Hell, I’ll post the link to my page in another post then all of y’all can check them out, okay?
Rainey responds: Hell to the yeah! I gotta go, I just had a client walk in. TTYL ladies.
Lizzie: I was just checking in, I’ve gotta go too, my man just walked through the door.
I respond: Later, ladies, time to get dinner going!
“Whatcha doing, doll?” Smokey asks, coming up behind me.
“Was thinking about what we could have for dinner,” I reply.
“Why don’t we order in? Bandit’s not due back until sometime tomorrow so it’s just us.”
“I like that idea, handsome. Mexican? Chinese?” He starts laughing because he knows how much I love Mexican food.
“Mexican?”
“Then we need to go there, it tastes better hot.”
“Yeah, it does. Let me go get some jeans on.”
“I can help.”
“Uh, sure you can and then it’ll be that much longer before we leave.”
“And this is a problem how?” he asks, nuzzling my neck. Well, when he puts it like that, there isn’t one, I guess. “C’mon, doll, I need to grab a quick shower and want you to scrub my back.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” I ask, grinning as his hands sweep down my body.
“That’s what I’m calling it,” he replies, before he turns me and leans in so that he’s got me in a fireman’s hold.
“Smokey! Put me down! I’m too heavy to be carried like this, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” He smacks my ass at my comment and I swear, I hear a growl.
“Doll, you’re not too heavy. Knock it off,” he states. He lets me down and then proceeds to quickly undress us both. Oh goody, shower sex!
Later that night, after a wonderful shower then dinner that included some of my beloved margaritas, I’m laying in his arms recovering from yet another mind-blowing orgasm. “Smokey?” I ask, running my hands lazily down his chest.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I know y’all were leaving it up to me as to who I marry and who I commit to, but honestly, I think y’all should decide that. I love you both and don’t want either one of you to think otherwise. If I choose, then that may be what y’all think.”
“What? No, Hannah, that’s not how we roll. But if you want, both of us will talk to Bandit tomorrow, okay?”
“I think that would be a good idea. What about kids?”
“What about kids? We’re not ready for that, are we? I mean, if you’re pregnant it’s okay, of course, but I kinda want you to myself for a bit and know Bandit feels the same.”
“Well, are you guys going to worry about who is the actual father?”
“Where in the fuck is this coming from, doll?”
“Just questions I’ve got is all.”
“Baby, we’re identical twins. There’d be virtually no way to tell who fathered any kids we have and we’re okay with that, I promise. Now, can we get some sleep?”
“Love you, Smokey,” I say, settling in closer.
“Love you more, Hannah,” he replies, kissing my forehead.