Page 8 of Whip’s Wisdom

Knox chuckles, “I won’t leave you hanging for long, baby girl.” He bends and kisses her again and it stabs me in the heart how freely this is all happening. I want that with her. I want all of this with her. “I love you.” With those words out of his mouth I feel like I want the floor to swallow me whole. All I want to do is hope that she doesn’t feel the same way that he does.

“I love you too.” With that final blow she heads to the kitchen with everyone following her, but myself and Knox.

I can’t take this shit anymore, if he wants to have a pissing contest, I just want it over with. I am here for Thanksgiving with my family and apparently to be tormented with watching Knox and Peyton all over each other the whole time.

“What do you want, Fang?”

“Well I wanted to talk to you about something. I know you’ve been trying to reach out to Peyton since you got the news she was staying in North Carolina since you didn’t stay the full time she was there. I don’t know what went down with you, but I am well aware of your history.”

Of course I didn’t stay the whole time, after I went to find her the day after we had our fight, she was coming out of another guy’s room and I had to get out of there. I’m not going to admit that to this asshole though. He doesn’t need to know everything that is going on in my head.

“Is this your way of warning me off her? Because I have to say, I don’t know what else you want me to do. I told her I didn’t want her and all we had was fucking, that’s when she got with you. I think it’s pretty safe to say with the little ‘I love yous’ you both shared I’m not a threat to you and her little school girl crush is over.”

He scoffs at me and looks at me with a look I have seen many times before, he thinks I’m being stupid.

“You’re probably the biggest dumbass I’ve ever met. That girl is in love with you and I know because we’ve had conversations about it.” As he is talking my heart starts to pound in my chest. Okay, they’ve talked about what and what exactly is the point of him sharing this shit with me. I feel like he is just asking me to swoop in and steal the mother of his unborn children. “She is in love with two men and right now she thinks that her only option is me. You ripped into her back in April and tore her heart to pieces. I was there and picked up all the pieces.” Yeah you sure did fucker, you picked up all the pieces and stuck your dick in her. Fucker. “We are together and that shit isn’t going to change. I know this is not conventional and a lot of men would think I’m crazy, but I’d do anything to make her happy and do anything for her. I love her more than anything. She has two people in her heart that I think she needs both of for different reasons. I just need your stupid ass to pull your head out of your ass.”

What the fuck is he saying here? Like are we going to duke it out for her? I mean I will gladly kick this guy’s ass, but I don’t know why he would be like hey man we are going to fight to the death and whoever wins can have Peyton. Maybe that is just me being crazy with all the fucked up thoughts in my head.

“Are you trying to give me the green light to go after your girl? Man, I’m not good for her.” Which I am not, I have so much fucked up shit in my past that has messed up my head. I’d probably do more damage than I already had. I’ve watched for years how my father treated my mother and how my parents treated me. I have bad genes. It’s possible that I could be just like my old man, I mean look at my fucking siblings. They are just as fucked up. Shit, I cannot go down this rabbit hole right now.

“Listen, I know fuck all about your past. I don’t even know what all Pey knows, but I’ve heard a lot about you from her, from your brothers. You’re a good guy. You own a piece of her. She and I have had lots of talks, Whip and all of them include what she would want now that she and I have had this relationship.I know she still has feelings for you. She has told me that in an ideal world she wouldn’t have to give either of us up. That she could be with both of us because both of us hold a piece of her. She doesn’t want to choose, but she’s always shrugged it off saying that it didn’t matter because you never felt the same way. I have seen you watch her even just now. It hit you hard when you saw she was carrying my babies.”

Was this guy for fucking real right now? I know a lot of men that share women, I have on occasion had threesomes, however, sharing an ol’ lady? That hasn’t been done in our club before. And babies? Did she say there was more than one? What the fuck?

“Of course it hit me hard, you fucker. I love her. But I’m no good for anyone. I don’t know what you’re getting at. Like we share her?”

“We could have the relationship dynamic where we are both with her. She is only with us and we are only with her. We take days where one of us is with her, then other days the other, we could even have threesomes. I mean I’ve always enjoyed a good threesome.” The fuck? I mean thinking about all this is getting me hard and I feel like I need to adjust my dick in my jeans, but I don’t want to give this dude the satisfaction of knowing that the idea is really setting in with me. That having Peyton in all those ways sounds good to me, like really good. Watching him fuck her, him watching me fuck her, the two of us fucking together. I mean all that sounds fucking amazing.

“Peyton and I have never done that, but I know that she would be into it if you were involved. I’m willing to be in that type of relationship with her. For the two of us to be with her. Her to be your ol’ lady at the club, her to be my ol’ lady at mine. For all of us to raise whatever kids we have together, but you’ve got to get your shit together. You can’t keep pushing her away. If you love her, figure it out. I’m not going to make her choose and I know you wouldn’t try and take her from me because of the kids. But you have to know that she is in love with both of us, she tells me everything. She’s my best friend, don’t tell Parker. They haven’t really been as close as they were before.”

I look up at him and I feel like I have to triple check with what I am hearing from this guy. “You want the three of us to be in a relationship? How are you okay with that?”

“I’m okay with it because I love her, because I know she loves both of us and doesn’t want to have to choose. Right now she thinks you hate her and used her for sex. So you’ve got a long way to go. I don’t think today is the day to work through that. But we are moving back to town about 30 minutes from here.” That has my head snapping up and looking at him. They are moving back and only 30 minutes away. I can seriously be that close to her, that would be amazing. “We’ve been looking at building a house on the property we found for the clubhouse. I’d like to give you some space there. I probably will do it even before you tell me your decision, so that you know it’s there. But it’s close enough for you to drive back to the club every day. It’s a different type of relationship. But I think we could all make it work. Don’t let your past dictate who you are now.”

After he says that he turns and starts walking into the kitchen. So I decide to follow him and I hear the door open again as we make it to the kitchen and male voices shout through the house saying they are here. Dragon, Twister, Hurricane and Thorn all enter the kitchen. Thorn avoids looking at me, I know I need to talk to him and apologize. Hopefully, he will let me do that today. Hurricane, he looks down in the dumps, but is trying to put on a happy face for his family. I know that act, I do it all the time. Not for my biological family, but the family I found here in Devil’s Chaos.

“Woah! Peyton! What’s that you’re hiding under your dress? You got a basketball under there?” Twister says. Peyton turns in Knox’s arms and glares at her brother.

“No you fucker! I’m pregnant!”

“Language!”

Mama J says at the same time Dragon says something that doesn’t sound great, something you probably don’t want to say to a pregnant woman about her size. From everything that Lash has said women get really self conscious about their bodies when they are pregnant. Which I think is crazy because she is beautiful and honestly, even more beautiful now. Even though those babies are not biologically mine, they are hers and she is glowing.

“Fuck you, Cane! No! There are three little monsters in here!”

Holy Fuck! Three? Where have I been and why the hell didn’t I ask every time Fang kept saying ‘children’. Obviously I knew there was more than one, but damn I did not think that there were three in there. She definitely carries it well. Fuck. Now I am having some sort of pregnant women fantasy about bending pregnant Peyton over the counter. Her tits look fucking fantastic, those have definitely grown. I feel myself getting harder in my jeans and I move behind the counter so that I can adjust myself without having anyone notice. Thankfully they are all distracted by that little announcement.

“THREEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!”

I hear Fang chuckle and watch as Peyton playfully smacks him on the arm. “Yes, I got lucky enough to get knocked up with triplets on the first go!”

Everyone goes up to them and gives Peyton hugs and the women give Fang hugs and the men slap him on the back. I decide that I am going to get in there, it has been too long since I have felt her in my arms. So I walk up to her and pull her in for a hug, bending my face into her neck so that I can whisper in her ear.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” I pull her as close as I can, feeling all her curves, then let my hand wander to her belly before I kiss her on the cheek and head over to Fang. Giving him a hug and a slap on the back, what everyone would call a bro hug. I can tell everyone is watching us carefully. So whispering in his ear so no one else can hear. I want to fix our relationship before anyone else finds out what is going on.

“If I can get her to forgive me and get my shit together, the next set of babies she carries are going to be mine.”