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it.
Heat pulsed through it, and it had a scent like dark magic. She knew that if she licked the length of it, popped the head of it between her cherry-red lips, and lovingly held his soft sack as she slipped her mouth over the shaft, that she would release a power to defeat all of their enemies.
Her hands slid around the mast of mighty manhood. She marveled at the power of its pulse and the velvety roughness of its ridges. As her lips parted, the smoky, secret taste of power and will wove a wreath of mist across her tongue.
Jess moaned. Her eyes widened. The huge slick bulb rose up to nuzzle between her grateful lips. It pressed hot on her open, wet mouth. She closed her lips over it. Lightning flashed and the ground shook beneath her with the burst of rolling thunder.
Jess sat bolt upright, blinded by the morning sun, sobbing and bathed in a sheen of sweat.
Chapter 7
Ryder and Bear shared a joint and watched the evening horizon from the clubhouse stoop.
“Haughey’s put a proposition our way. A run.”
“Hardware? The Skulls ’ hardware?”
Bear nodded. The two men looked at each other for awhile. The Skulls ’ President and Sergeant-at-Arms had been taken into custody, so it was well known that the club had problems. Weapons trade, principally rifles and explosives out of Mexico, were the Skulls ’ major source of income.
Ryder said, “Don’t make sense, does it?”
“Nope, but it makes money though. They say it’s because of their two ranking officers being in the pen.”
Ryder’s brow knotted. “I heard about Iron and Jam getting busted.”
Bear said, “Haughey wants an answer, and John Reader wants to talk it through with you.”
“Me?” Anger and confusion flashed in Ryder’s eyes, “Why me?”
“John Reader thinks the Skulls could be setting us up for something.”
“And he’d rather they set me up instead?”
“No.” They both chuckled. “Well, yeah, obviously. But he thinks there’s a way it could go down differently if you were willing to head it up it instead of one of us Blades.”
Ryder shook his head and said, “Man, I hate business around guns. Some fucker always confuses the product and the deal.”
Bear said, “Haughey’s sending Mace to crack out terms.”
“Here to the clubhouse? Not out on a disused lot or in some bean field?”
Bear considered it, “Maybe he’s coming for the visitor’s rights.”
Ryder’s lip curled.A senior representative from another club would expect a high level of hospitality. He held the smoke in and then said, “We’ll have to be sure and repay the kindness.”
“Amen to that, bro.” Bear took the joint.
Ryder shook his head as he looked up the road. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to seeing Mace, all the same.”
“Nope. I don’t think his headlamps are anybody’s favorite sight.”
Taking back the joint, Ryder said, “He’s got too much enthusiasm for mayhem and carnage.”
“It’s useful to have a man that won’t flinch from a grim task, Ryder.”
“Sure, but a man who relishes it, that always leaves some questions.”
Bear nodded slowly and said, “Mace has a reputation for recklessness, too.”
“Carelessness the way I hear it, plain old couldn’t-give-a-fuck-ness, in fact. He’d probably spit-roast his grandma just to hear the funny noises she’d make.”
“Truth, bro. A man like that can be a danger to everyone.”
They were both quiet for a while. Then Ryder said, “You’re right, Bear, I’d sooner see his tailpipes any day.”
Bear’s face screwed up. “You just put a picture in my mind for which I do not thank you, bro.”
Chapter 8
Ryder watched Mace lumber into the smoke and noise of the clubhouse with the swagger of a visiting emperor. He was tall, broad and stocky, with wavy black hair and thick red lips framed by a thin mustache and pointed beard. His narrow green eyes flicked about in constant motion.
Bear and Ryder stepped up to give
Heat pulsed through it, and it had a scent like dark magic. She knew that if she licked the length of it, popped the head of it between her cherry-red lips, and lovingly held his soft sack as she slipped her mouth over the shaft, that she would release a power to defeat all of their enemies.
Her hands slid around the mast of mighty manhood. She marveled at the power of its pulse and the velvety roughness of its ridges. As her lips parted, the smoky, secret taste of power and will wove a wreath of mist across her tongue.
Jess moaned. Her eyes widened. The huge slick bulb rose up to nuzzle between her grateful lips. It pressed hot on her open, wet mouth. She closed her lips over it. Lightning flashed and the ground shook beneath her with the burst of rolling thunder.
Jess sat bolt upright, blinded by the morning sun, sobbing and bathed in a sheen of sweat.
Chapter 7
Ryder and Bear shared a joint and watched the evening horizon from the clubhouse stoop.
“Haughey’s put a proposition our way. A run.”
“Hardware? The Skulls ’ hardware?”
Bear nodded. The two men looked at each other for awhile. The Skulls ’ President and Sergeant-at-Arms had been taken into custody, so it was well known that the club had problems. Weapons trade, principally rifles and explosives out of Mexico, were the Skulls ’ major source of income.
Ryder said, “Don’t make sense, does it?”
“Nope, but it makes money though. They say it’s because of their two ranking officers being in the pen.”
Ryder’s brow knotted. “I heard about Iron and Jam getting busted.”
Bear said, “Haughey wants an answer, and John Reader wants to talk it through with you.”
“Me?” Anger and confusion flashed in Ryder’s eyes, “Why me?”
“John Reader thinks the Skulls could be setting us up for something.”
“And he’d rather they set me up instead?”
“No.” They both chuckled. “Well, yeah, obviously. But he thinks there’s a way it could go down differently if you were willing to head it up it instead of one of us Blades.”
Ryder shook his head and said, “Man, I hate business around guns. Some fucker always confuses the product and the deal.”
Bear said, “Haughey’s sending Mace to crack out terms.”
“Here to the clubhouse? Not out on a disused lot or in some bean field?”
Bear considered it, “Maybe he’s coming for the visitor’s rights.”
Ryder’s lip curled.A senior representative from another club would expect a high level of hospitality. He held the smoke in and then said, “We’ll have to be sure and repay the kindness.”
“Amen to that, bro.” Bear took the joint.
Ryder shook his head as he looked up the road. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to seeing Mace, all the same.”
“Nope. I don’t think his headlamps are anybody’s favorite sight.”
Taking back the joint, Ryder said, “He’s got too much enthusiasm for mayhem and carnage.”
“It’s useful to have a man that won’t flinch from a grim task, Ryder.”
“Sure, but a man who relishes it, that always leaves some questions.”
Bear nodded slowly and said, “Mace has a reputation for recklessness, too.”
“Carelessness the way I hear it, plain old couldn’t-give-a-fuck-ness, in fact. He’d probably spit-roast his grandma just to hear the funny noises she’d make.”
“Truth, bro. A man like that can be a danger to everyone.”
They were both quiet for a while. Then Ryder said, “You’re right, Bear, I’d sooner see his tailpipes any day.”
Bear’s face screwed up. “You just put a picture in my mind for which I do not thank you, bro.”
Chapter 8
Ryder watched Mace lumber into the smoke and noise of the clubhouse with the swagger of a visiting emperor. He was tall, broad and stocky, with wavy black hair and thick red lips framed by a thin mustache and pointed beard. His narrow green eyes flicked about in constant motion.
Bear and Ryder stepped up to give
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