knew…
As she started twisting her hips again, I almost sat back down. Avery was attractive, and would be so to any man. Her personality and her actions, however, made her almost irresistible. As she rocked from side-to-side and smiled, I started to lose myself in thoughts of my childhood, and my girlfriend at the time, Shellie. She was a cheerleader in school, and until she fucked the quarterback, and I ended up in jail for beating his ass, our time together was all memorable. She was probably my only real love. The only recollections I had of actually enjoying time with a woman involved her solely.
I stared at Avery, pulled against the rubber band, and released it into my wrist.
Snap!
I pulled against it again, held it, and stared down at her sneakers.
Snap!
“I appreciate it,” I nodded.
She grinned and nodded her head, unaware of what I truly meant.
I scanned her body from head to toe, and back up again slowly. I pulled the rubber band again, tightened my jaw in anticipation, and released it into my wrist.
With a mental image of her still burned into my brain, I turned and walked to the door.
As I pulled the door open, I chuckled at my increased vocabulary.
Choad.
As I walked to my bike I wondered if there was a name for one as big as your wrist and nine inches long. I threw my leg over the bike knowing I’d never know if there was; at least not from Avery.
There was no way in hell I could ever fuck her once and walk away.
None whatsoever.
AVERY
In my observation, I realized Axton snapped the rubber band against his wrist when he was uncomfortable or troubled. Initially I was going to ask why, but later decided there was probably more value in my keeping my mouth shut and seeing if there was some type of pattern to his behavior. After watching for some time, I believed he did it even more when he was tempted to do something he felt would be better left undone.
When he came to the bar the second time, I noticed he did it when I did my innocent little naïve school girl pose. There was no other reason, no awkward discussions, and nothing I said had pissed him off. But each time I put my hands in the pockets of my shorts and swiveled my hips, he snapped his rubber band repeatedly. Probably out of nervous habit more than anything.
I attempted to do as much research on the club as I could, but found very little to read. There was a website for the Selected Sinners Motorcycle Club , listing Slice as President, Stacey as Vice President, Mike as Treasurer, Fancy as the Secretary, Hollywood as the Road Captain, and Otis as the Sergeant at Arm’s. The website listed the bylaws, and Axton wasn’t joking about the clubhouse. The rules regarding Ol’ Ladies were pretty clear in that respect. I desperately wanted to know about the club, but even more, I wanted to know as much as I could about Axton.
“I can’t believe they’ve been here all along, and we never knew,” I shouted over my shoulder as I closed the window on the computer.
“I know. God, I want another ride. Not with that weirdo Cash, but with one of ‘em. I bet that Otis dude is freaking hung ,” Sloan hollered from the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes in agreement, knowing she didn’t necessarily expect a response.
“You know,” she said.
“They say you can tell about a guy’s cock from his hands, feet, and confidence. Otis’ hands are huge, and his feet are huge. But Axton? God he’s hot. And it freaking creeps me out that he’s so confident. The way he walks, he acts like he could just beat anyone’s ass that’s dumb enough to get in his way. I bet his cock’s a freaking foot long,” she yelled.
I leaned back into the stool and smiled at what she said. I felt the same way, but hadn’t expressed it. Axton’s confidence was apparent in his walk alone. The look on his face, his stride, and his demeanor screamed do not fuck with me . He looked like a wind-up toy when he walked, there was a certain rhythm to the steps
As she started twisting her hips again, I almost sat back down. Avery was attractive, and would be so to any man. Her personality and her actions, however, made her almost irresistible. As she rocked from side-to-side and smiled, I started to lose myself in thoughts of my childhood, and my girlfriend at the time, Shellie. She was a cheerleader in school, and until she fucked the quarterback, and I ended up in jail for beating his ass, our time together was all memorable. She was probably my only real love. The only recollections I had of actually enjoying time with a woman involved her solely.
I stared at Avery, pulled against the rubber band, and released it into my wrist.
Snap!
I pulled against it again, held it, and stared down at her sneakers.
Snap!
“I appreciate it,” I nodded.
She grinned and nodded her head, unaware of what I truly meant.
I scanned her body from head to toe, and back up again slowly. I pulled the rubber band again, tightened my jaw in anticipation, and released it into my wrist.
With a mental image of her still burned into my brain, I turned and walked to the door.
As I pulled the door open, I chuckled at my increased vocabulary.
Choad.
As I walked to my bike I wondered if there was a name for one as big as your wrist and nine inches long. I threw my leg over the bike knowing I’d never know if there was; at least not from Avery.
There was no way in hell I could ever fuck her once and walk away.
None whatsoever.
AVERY
In my observation, I realized Axton snapped the rubber band against his wrist when he was uncomfortable or troubled. Initially I was going to ask why, but later decided there was probably more value in my keeping my mouth shut and seeing if there was some type of pattern to his behavior. After watching for some time, I believed he did it even more when he was tempted to do something he felt would be better left undone.
When he came to the bar the second time, I noticed he did it when I did my innocent little naïve school girl pose. There was no other reason, no awkward discussions, and nothing I said had pissed him off. But each time I put my hands in the pockets of my shorts and swiveled my hips, he snapped his rubber band repeatedly. Probably out of nervous habit more than anything.
I attempted to do as much research on the club as I could, but found very little to read. There was a website for the Selected Sinners Motorcycle Club , listing Slice as President, Stacey as Vice President, Mike as Treasurer, Fancy as the Secretary, Hollywood as the Road Captain, and Otis as the Sergeant at Arm’s. The website listed the bylaws, and Axton wasn’t joking about the clubhouse. The rules regarding Ol’ Ladies were pretty clear in that respect. I desperately wanted to know about the club, but even more, I wanted to know as much as I could about Axton.
“I can’t believe they’ve been here all along, and we never knew,” I shouted over my shoulder as I closed the window on the computer.
“I know. God, I want another ride. Not with that weirdo Cash, but with one of ‘em. I bet that Otis dude is freaking hung ,” Sloan hollered from the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes in agreement, knowing she didn’t necessarily expect a response.
“You know,” she said.
“They say you can tell about a guy’s cock from his hands, feet, and confidence. Otis’ hands are huge, and his feet are huge. But Axton? God he’s hot. And it freaking creeps me out that he’s so confident. The way he walks, he acts like he could just beat anyone’s ass that’s dumb enough to get in his way. I bet his cock’s a freaking foot long,” she yelled.
I leaned back into the stool and smiled at what she said. I felt the same way, but hadn’t expressed it. Axton’s confidence was apparent in his walk alone. The look on his face, his stride, and his demeanor screamed do not fuck with me . He looked like a wind-up toy when he walked, there was a certain rhythm to the steps
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