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Anarchist Chapter 22: CLAY
After two months, I took back the reins, I had to, or they would've done me the fuck in, and Ginger Lee was the worst of the two. That little filly can crack nuts with the best of them.I don't think, though, that we would've made it this far if all we had going for us was in the bedroom.I had genuinely grown to love my little wild child, but I felt bad about what I was doing to Cindy, though she was the one that refused to let go.I got something from both of them and was freaked the fuck out in the beginning when I realized I had feelings for both of them. I'm an old conventional guy. I never knew that such a thing was possible. I had no blueprints to follow, and the town was wizening up to what we had going on.Then Law's family had been murdered, and there was a lot of shit going on at the sheriff's office. It was the murder of a good man and his wife and child that had prompted my boy Brandon and me to really look at our boss.We'd known since joining the office that he
Anarchist Chapter 23: CLAY
I bypassed the guys that were hanging around the clubhouse and went to my room. I eased the door open just to be on the safe side.Huh, so that's the kind of mood she's in, is it. She was wearing the red wig today; that means she's feeling dirty, and my dick is in for a workout.Ginger has more wigs than I don't know what. She has one for every day of the week. I never know just who the fuck I'm going to meet from one day to the next, but as much as I get a kick out of her get-ups, I much prefer her natural black curls."Hey, baby." She turned at the sound of my voice, and I almost swallowed my tongue. She was wearing a bustier under her open robe-all black lace with ribbons and shit, with her tits hanging out the top.Ginger Lee has gravity-defying tits. There's no sag in the shits, and I have spent hours examining them for silicone, but there is none. It's all her, all thirty-six DD of them.I walked deeper into the room and started taking off my shirt. It had been days since we
Anarchist Chapter 24: TRAVIS
I went back to the cottage after having a chat with the priest. She was still lazing about on the bed naked, and that's when I noticed it."Why is your pussy waxed?" I was too upset before to notice much of anything, but now that I'd had her again after a whole year of going without, my mind was clear."I like it like this." She looked down at herself and ran her hand over her bald pussy."Who told you-you could wax your pussy while I was gone?" Yes, I'm that guy. I stay on top of my fucking woman and watch every fuck she does. Why? Because I don't like fucking surprises, and the one she'd dealt me on my return was more than enough to last me a lifetime."I, you, we; what do you mean?""That's my pussy; you don't do shit to it without my say-so.""Don't be ridiculous Travis, what did you expect me to do? Let it grow until you got back? I don't see what the big deal is."It only took one look to bring her back to her fucking senses. "Get up and get dressed.""Where're we going?"
Anarchist Chapter 25: LAW
We split up on the crest near the Davis's ranch, and I headed for the trees with my trusty rifle. Always before, I would be down there in the midst of my guys, but Davis always slipped away. This time I was going to pick him off if he tried to get away.I had men surrounding his place so that there was no escape route open to him. I wasn't too worried about his hired muscle; if they got in the way, I'd burn them too, but my fight wasn't with anyone else but Davis and sheriff Bailey.When I got the signal that they were in place, the first shot rang out, and there was pandemonium down below.Men's voices were raised in surprise, and the sound of feet beating tracks could be heard.The guys knew they didn't have to kill anyone unless it was necessary, but we aimed to do as much damage as possible, so they won't be a next time.I kept my eye trained through the scope looking for that head of salt and pepper hair that was burnt into my corneas.While my boys were cleaning up the riff
Anarchist Chapter 26: BRANDON
It was only a matter of time before the place resembled a Roman orgy anyway, one of the many perks of being part of an MC."So, do you have a name?""Yes, I do, Brandon.""Huh, you have me at a disadvantage; you know my name, but I still don't know yours." It was kind of flattering that she had obviously asked about me."It's Illyana.""Beautiful, kinda different; I like it." We made it to my room, and I offered her a drink, which she refused."Why don't we skip the formalities? We both know why I'm here." She ran her nails down the side of my shaved head while pushing her chest into mine."Hmm." She's cute. I picked her tiny ass up and wrapped her legs around my middle while finding her mouth with mine.She tasted like she looked, like cotton candy. Fuck I love 'em, sweet. She ground her jeans-covered crotch into mine as I pulled on her tongue."Let's get these off shall we?" she jumped down and pulled at my clothes. I got the hint and tore at hers.We landed on the bed with
Anarchist Chapter 27: LAW
"Where the fuck did she just come from?" Clay and Kyle both looked in the direction of the quickly retreating young girl."Oh shit, I think she just left Brand's room," Kyle answered with a look of shock on his face. Fuck me, that's all the fuck I need now.I was still dealing with what happened last night. I was expecting the sheriff to be on my ass any minute, but he couldn't prove shit; I made sure of that.The men who had ridden with us were never going to talk, and no one had seen any of us. There will be suspicion, of course, and the son was still in the wind, but I wasn't worried.The sheriff was the least of my worries; in another day or so, I'll start on my campaign against him. But if what I was looking at is what I thought, then there was going to be even more fucking trouble.I headed off to Brand's room with a splitting fucking headache. I knocked and entered before he could answer."Damn, bro, cover that shit." Clay the ass dropped down on the bed beside Brand and p
Anarchist Chapter 28: LAW
My life wasn't heading in the direction I'd always envisioned for myself. I had men and women who were depending on me here now. I couldn't just throw everyone out now that my fight was all but over.I certainly hadn't ever seen myself as part of a bike crew, but it looks like that's where I am. I've found over the last three years that it serves a purpose of sorts.Besides, I'd grown used to having the guys around, and they'd chosen me as their fearless leader, poor fucks. So no, if I gave it up now, it would look like I'd got what I wanted and then ditched the people who helped me get it.I'd walked into the kitchen, avoiding her as though she were a bomb about to detonate. She hadn't missed a beat, just kept up her humming and walking back and forth from the stove to the fridge and back.When she started talking like we were an old married couple, asking me shit like what I had planned for the day, and I found myself looking forward to sharing, I knew I was in trouble.That fee
Anarchist Chapter 29: LAW
If there's one thing keeping me from tipping over that line, it's the fact that she dresses like a lady. No unnecessary skin showing, no tit shots, or too tight jeans. This way, I was able to control my baser instincts when we were alone together in that big old house.I don't think I could've dealt with her sweetness, her slight flirtations, and a naked ass all at once. But if she was going to move her ass like that when she walked...I just shook my head and went about my business.I need to get laid, and soon, it's been way too long. I'm pretty sure Dana Sue would take offense if I nailed one of the sheep that hung around here, and since I wasn't about to dig myself in any deeper with her, I might have to rub one out. ***I pretty much put her and the whole situation out of my head until it was lunchtime. I found myself getting excited at the thought of seeing her. I had to stop myself from smiling like a simpleton when I opened the door, expecting to see her smiling face waitin
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