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brick house, was assigned as my battle buddy. He was quiet even then but formidable. I did the talking for both of us but he taught me a few things, like how giving a woman pleasure at the same time another man was taking her was a heady feeling.
    We never have trouble finding a woman who’s willing to take a ride with us. The problem is finding someone we both want to spend the rest of our lives with, an old lady we can share. Michigan is convinced it isn’t ever going to happen. The sad sack hasn’t had sex in a year.
    Nothing seems to move him these days and given the amount of ready snatch in the club, his disinterest is fucking with my head. Annie is just his type—long legs, a sweet disposition, and doe eyes that you can drown in.
    Envisioning her on her knees, taking me into her hot mouth while Michigan is fucking her cunt has my balls tightening up. My guess is that her tits are small but perky and tight. My big hands would swallow them up. I could probably suck the whole breast into my mouth.
    My imagination flicks through a couple more images. Michigan in her ass while I’m in her cunt as we both stand, bouncing her up and down on our cocks. The three of us tangled in bed, moving slow, enjoying the intense friction having both of us inside her at the same time would create.
    It doesn’t take more than three rough jerks for me to spill into my hands, but even though my dick hangs limply between my legs, I know I’m not going to be satisfied until I’m coming inside of Annie Bloom.
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    A Death Lords mash is made up of two things. Sex and alcohol. Okay, three. We fight a lot. Sometimes we fight over women and sometimes we fight over who took the last beer or ate the last bacon-wrapped weenie. It didn’t take much. All that testosterone and liquor makes for a rowdy evening.
    The first floor of the granary is semirespectable. Sure, there are folks groping each other and plenty of nudity but Judge, the Death Lord’s president, likes to keep the raunchy stuff for the second floor playroom. Michigan had volunteered to run security which means he stands around, arms folded, watching everything. The bored, flat look in his eyes shouts “been there, done that, fucked till the T-shirt fell off.”
    I drink a few beers and pour two shots down my gullet hoping to take the bite off my lust. I hadn’t seen Annie today. I’d ridden by her place but didn’t see a soul around. Under the guise of checking out a book at the library, I asked Pippa where Annie was. Pippa gave me a long knowing look but admitted Annie only worked two days a week at the library. The rest of the time she’s at the Methodist church. Churches are about as off-limits as teenage sexpots trying to get into a mash. In the last couple of years, this has begun to be a real problem. I blame it on the stupid-ass television show.
    Fortunately Judge’s stepdaughter comes by to mark them for us. We don’t need underage flesh getting us in trouble. People get leery just at the sight of our leathers and our bikes. And there are some who are dying to pin shit on the club to make us look bad. Judge’s son, Wrecker, got sent to the state penitentiary for three years.
    An underage girl at a mash? Might as well take a bulldozer to the granary. We’d be done.
    When my foot lands on the second floor, the sounds of sex in the party room travel all the way down the hall. The high-pitched wails carry over the lower grunts and shouts of encouragement.
    I peek in the first room and see a woman on a low, round coffee table. Her hands are tied behind her back, her ass is high in the air and the guy fucking her has a hand on the back of her neck. The rockers on the back of his cut proclaim him to be a Stonehead Bandit. The Bandits are a crew out of Illinois that are known for moving drugs and guns along the Mississippi. He finishes with a hard grunt and steps aside. Without much more downtime, another Bandit is taking his place.
    “Nice hospitality you got here,”