Sharing Freedom

Chapter Eight

When Easy had taken her out of the club and pointed her to the huge machine he drove, she had almost changed her mind. She had never ridden on a motorcycle before and had no idea what to do. The large man who she had barely heard utter more than three words together before just stared at her like she was an i***t when she had asked if they had a car.

“No,” Easy had said and pulled out a helmet and gave it to her. He used a strap it to secure her bag on the back of his bike and then got on. After getting situated, he turned and looked at her and said, “Get on.”

Freedom couldn’t tell by his blank expression if he really wanted her to, or if he wanted her to run. He didn’t look thrilled about taking her anywhere.

She shrugged and lifted a leg over the seat and snuggled in behind him. When he grabbed her hands and pulled them around his waist after she had placed them on her legs, she had shaken. The feel of him under her hands made her feel things she shouldn’t. Then the vibrations of the motorcycle, damn, she had never felt anything like this, it was drugging, the thrumb of the engine as it vibrated her c**t. Freedom moved a little, she wanted to ride longer maybe she would have gotten some relief. Plus, the short time she rode, she felt the freedom and wanted more, life with the Warriors was gonna be addictive.

When they pulled up to the gate and Easy pushed in a code to get in, she should have wondered. But when they came upon the huge brightly lit f^cking mansion it wasn’t what she expected. Freedom had to admit to herself, her preconceived notions were wrong. When Easy picked her up at the club, she had expected to have a tiny little room in a run-down building with rats in it like the small hovel she had rented. Her imagination was a little too out there, she thought.

Easy pointed out to her the building, which lay behind the main house. A few houses that held families and a smaller apartment building that looked a lot like the main house only smaller. Something called the Shop, and then of course he pointed to the mine, which was further away. Freedom frowned and wondered who owned the mine.

They entered the huge home and she stood there with her mouth open. Nope, not a traditional snooty mansion, she thought. Whereas in the movies the entryway held a nice marble floor and maybe a sweeping staircase with a chandelier hanging down, this entrance was a room the size of the entire length and width of the house. On either side of the huge room were staircases. No chandelier, instead there was track lighting, which held different colored light bulbs that lit the room, and almost sectioned it off with places that were not lit up at all. The windows were covered with heavy drapes intended to keep the sun out, and apparently, they liked the place dark because after a closer look, she saw the curtains were nailed to the floor and wall. A f^cking small plane could fit in the room just fine, she thought.

She could see the kitchen and dining area with a huge table through an archway. The kitchen held stainless steel appliances, which she had only seen in her father’s restaurant. On the same side of the room was a pool table in the front corner, it had a bar lamp hanging over it.

The room had three separate leather sectional couches, with tons of pillows scattered around, and the hugest freaking television she had ever seen taking up one whole wall. There was a large bar, a dance floor, a stereo. Freedom blinked her eyes and saw that people were sitting in the sectionals, drinking, laughing, and wait, what? she thought as she blinked again.

Yep, one of the guys called Kink was sitting watching a football game while a woman she had never seen before was kneeling between his legs, her head bobbing up and down as she gave him a blowjob right there, in front of everyone. She looked at the other people in the room, they weren’t paying attention to the couple at all, because some of the men had their hands down the women’s shirts and fondling their breasts right in front of everyone. What the f^ck had she gotten herself into? Freedom turned to leave but Easy grasped her arm and propelled her forward into the space.

“You made your choice, grow up,” Easy whispered into her ear.

Freedom struggled a little and glared up at the large man. He was being an asshole, she thought and stomped after him.

“Cap,” Easy yelled, “gonna put Freedom in the room across from mine and Poke’s.”

The man behind the bar turned and looked at Freedom, she recognized him from the strip club. He had come in a few times, but always sat at Rain’s table. He grinned and nodded.

“Sure, I will mark it off,” the man called and turned. That was when she saw a board hanging behind the bar. It held a diagram with names and rooms. He saw Cap pick up a marker and write her name in. She squinted and saw there were two sides of the diagram. Hers was added to the side that said 3rd floor, where Poke, Creed, Raven, Easy, Rock, Numbers, Magnum, Fork, Shady, and now her. Ten rooms on the other side was labeled 2nd floor and she saw three rooms that said, w***e 1, w***e 2, w***e 3, and then Nike, Rain, Kink, Chance, Shark, and Blade. There was one room open. Holy s**t, this place had twenty bedrooms, she thought as she followed the large man to the side of the room and up the staircase. The next level was she saw a series of doors and that was it, the same black marble floor as was on the main floor. Not as plush as she would have expected.

They continued up the next staircase and she felt winded, damn, she was going to have to get into shape or she would never be able to go up and down the damn stairs.

When they reached the top floor, she gasped. It was so much different from the other floor. First off, it had carpeting, thick, lush light brown carpeting, the kind you wanted to kick off your shoes and dig your toes into.

Second, there was a large living space in the middle of the floor; two large sectionals were in the middle facing a fireplace, and a large television on the wall. A pool table in the corner. There was also a small minibar, and a small kitchen area. It was gorgeously decorated in masculine browns and blacks.

The next thing she noticed was none of the rooms had doors, she blinked and looked closer, no, there were archways leading into each room. She could see people in beds from where she was standing. What the f^ck? she thought and looked around. Easy was moving to a room to the left and she followed slowly before protesting.

He led her to a corner room and threw her stuff on a tall poster bed. She looked around and saw a joining archway and walked slowly toward it; it was a bathroom that led into the next room. She frowned and pointed.

“Whose room is that?” she whispered.

“Three people share a bathroom, you are sharing with Poke and me,” he said flatly, and she swung her gaze to his and frowned.

“What about Shady?” she asked.

“What about her?” Easy shrugged.

“Well, it would make sense to have two women share their bathroom,” she said.

“Yeah, well Shady’s room is over there between Raven and Rock, she likes it there.” Easy shrugged. “It’s not like this is a democracy, this is your room, and this is where you will stay.”

“But,” she started and Easy sighed loudly, put a hand to his nose, and pinched it.

“Yes?” Easy said gruffly.

“There is no door, what about privacy?” she said slowly.

Easy snorted and said, “No one will bother you while you are in your room unless you ask. We don’t have doors for one, because it is how we like it, all of us, we like to watch people f^cking. It is like our own porn show. We all decided this when it was built. Everyone on this floor is part of the leadership, Creed said to put you here and so here is where you are.”

“I am not part of the leadership,” she whispered.

“No, you are a just a b***h, I am pretty sure Creed just wants to make it easy to get into your p***y. He will move you when he gets sick of you, for now this is your room, get used to it,” Easy said with a hard tone, turned, and walked out of the room.

Freedom gasped and shook her head at his retreating back. She wanted to call him a prick and yell at him, but she was a little worried about his reaction. For some reason she didn’t want to piss him off.

“We share chores around here, but up on this floor we share them only with the people on the floor. You will go in the rotation, bathrooms, cooking, dishes, and shopping. Tomorrow Poke cooks, be ready. Get some sleep,” Easy said from the doorway.

Freedom looked around the room. It was large, held the bed and a dresser, which was in the corner. They at least matched, she thought, the place looked like the guys had decorated it, masculine colors. Browns and blacks were neutral, she thought and moved her bags to the small walk-in closet. She moved slowly and unpacked. She could hear people coming and going in the large room, but she just kept putting her things away. She didn’t want to deal with anything.

When she was finally done, she looked around at the room and sighed. She didn’t know what to do, the only thing she did know was that she was tired and wanted to go to bed.

Without taking her clothes off, she kept her eyes off the doorway and crawled into bed. She turned and faced the wall, so she wouldn’t have to see anything that was out in the other room. Freedom could hear murmured conversations and little noises. What was going on out there? she wondered. Were Poke and Easy having s*x with someone? s**t, where had that come from? Then she thought about it.

If she were honest, she would admit that she was jealous, since that first night she wanted them inside her. She would admit the first thing she thought of when Creed said the Warriors would want her to have s*x with them was Poke and Easy.

It may be time for her to face the fact she may be falling for the two men with conflicting interest toward her. She would accept the knowledge she was going to have her heart broken by them at some point, she just hoped she would be able to put it back together in time.