All the Sky by Susan Fanetti

look at him and handed him a full bottle of Jack. Maybe the guy wasn’t a moron after all.
    Why had he invited Cory and Nolan here? Wait—why not? The Hall was already filling with people from town, those not quite ready for a good day to end. The girls were around in force, making sure there were chips and nuts out, the taps were full, and the cheap booze was stocked. The place would be mellow and practically family-friendly until probably midnight.
    And he’d wanted to hang out with them, Nolan and Cory both. He was starting to understand that Nolan reminded him a little of Bart, back when Bart had started hanging around the clubhouse. He’d been about Nolan’s age when they’d started building that old shovelhead Electra Glide, which was still stored here in the bays. Bart had been quiet and on the geeky side, too, constantly talking about computers and gadgets and shit. And Bart liked the fantasy shit like dragons. The only reason Havoc started playing Xbox is because Bart had turned him on to gaming. Fucking assholes up in games was not quite as much fun as doing it live, but it was a lot less messy.
    Havoc had been the youngest Horde for several years, until Bart. And, when he was a kid, he’d worked the farm when he wasn’t in school, so he never got a chance to spend time with anybody his own age. Bart had been his first and only actual friend. Havoc loved his brothers. The Horde were his family as much as his parents and sister were—more, in some ways, important ways—but Bart had been the only of his brothers he’d connected with on a level beyond the club. They’d had a blast together.
    Nolan was too young to be his friend; he knew that. But he saw a kid who needed something in his life, and Havoc understood that well. It probably looked creepy, him taking an interest in a fifteen-year-old kid. Wait—was that what Cory was flipping over? Did she think he was some kind of perv or something? Fuck! That was so wrong on so many levels. Fuck!
    He sat there at the bar, stewing, sucking on his bottle of Jack, until his hand stopped hurting. The Hall filled with townspeople and got loud, and then, finally, it started to thin out a little, leaving the usual partiers behind. Debbie walked past him, probably headed to the kitchen, and Havoc turned on his stool and grabbed her arm. “Let’s party.”
    He got up and pulled her down the dorm hallway. He wasn’t opposed to pushing a chick to her knees in the Hall, but the place was still too crowded for it, and there wasn’t a comfortable place to be. So back to his room it was.
    Debbie had been around awhile, so she knew what to do as soon as they were in his room. She stripped and got up on his bed on her hands and knees. He’d say she was average in the looks department, and her rack was on the saggy side, but she had a great ass. Before he even opened his jeans, he brought his hand down hard on one of those round globes. His palm stung, and she flinched. When he brought his hand away, the red print was bright and complete. He watched it fade before he did it again. And again.
    She was breathing heavily, but she hadn’t said anything. He didn’t like chicks to talk, and she knew it. After the third strike, as he was opening his jeans, though, she looked over her shoulder at him.
    “Use lube this time, if you’re going in the wrong end, okay?”
    He gave her another swat, grinning as her back arched like a cat, bringing her ass away from him a bit. “No need, sweets. Going in the front door tonight.” He rolled the condom on and grabbed her hips, pulling her back to the edge of the bed.
    She was wet and ready, and she squeezed around him as he went in. Debbie’s pussy wasn’t what he’d call tight—it got a lot of use—but she had great muscle tone, so she could and did make it as tight as she wanted. He liked the way she relaxed every time his hand made contact with her ass or her legs, and then squeezed right back up tight. He could almost feel