when two pickup trucks full of squealing females pulled into the field. The trucks parked to one side of the fire and about a dozen women piled out of each. The drivers left the headlights on, and one left some hokey-ass country music blaring. So much for laying low. The whole damn thing was a disaster waiting to happen, and whenever two MCs mixed, shit was going to happen anyway.
Of course, a couple of the younger Raiders were all up for it. He could order them away from the party, but then they would have a full head of steam, just ripe for a deadly situation. Dangerous. They had to unwind so they could go in steady and ready to stand to when he needed them. Better to let them have at it and deal with whatever came up. He gave Hack a nod, letting him know the Raiders could join in, except for the watch. As for himself, he'd stay to himself and keep an eye out for trouble.
Hack moved around, taking a moment to speak quietly with each Raider, assuring Kellen they knew the deal. Plans adjusted, Kellen strolled past the fire and grabbed a beer from a girl and headed on over to his blankets. He had no intentions of allowing the party to interrupt his plans for the evening. He'd enjoy his beer and read until he was tired enough to sleep.
For maybe the first time since he'd had his first wet dream, he had no desire to indulge in all the free pussy. He must be getting old or something. Or maybe just more selective. The current offering wasn't anything to brag about.
A faint breeze sprang up, carrying the smoke from the fire straight to his bedroll. Fuck that. He moved it a dozen yards away, further from the fire but still within reach of the party. The peace at the far end of the field beckoned, but he couldn't leave his guys with no one to watch their backs.
The new location would do. He dropped to sit on his blankets and cracked open the beer. At least it was cold. Good thing his phone was fully charged. Looked like he had a long night of reading ahead. He pulled up the e-reader app, selected his book, and started reading.
A girl sidled up, humming along with whatever shit was playing over the pickup's cheap system, and stopped right in front of him. If she expected him to invite her to sit, or even acknowledge her, she was in for a shock. Rather than give up and go away as he'd hoped, she started dancing, a sort of slow gyration probably meant to be sexy, but instead ended up looking stupid.
Shit. Just his luck. She seemed determined to keep right on air-fucking until he said something. "You need something?" He refrained from looking up at her.
"Your President sent me over, said you might be lonely." The grind continued unabated.
Cold rage flowed through Kellen's veins. He stood, slowly, careful to keep the need for extreme violence under control. "Did he now?"
The chick flipped her bottle blonde hair back to reveal caked on makeup. "He sure did and said I was your type." She wiggled some more.
Disgust curled his belly as he looked the slut up and down. "Girl, I wouldn't touch you if my dick was ten feet long." He tapped his chest where both his Hell Raiders President patch, and his BOS National President patch were on full display. "See these? I'm President. He ain't even dog shit. Now get lost." He waited until she stomped away, clearly pissed.
He dropped back to his seat, ready to get back into his book, but his phone vibrated just as he opened the app. What the fuck now? He tapped the text message icon where a number he didn't recognize scrolled.
Hey, Baby, where R U? I'm sitting on the corner of my bed playing with my pussy.
His cock sprang to immediate attention. Vicky. Visions of her perfect, lush body splayed out for his attention, exactly as he'd imagined it two nights ago during the most incredible phone sex ever shot into his mind. Far more interesting than a book. He should reply.
The phone buzzed again. An image downloaded. A selfie shot in a mirror, legs spread wide over the corner of a big
Of course, a couple of the younger Raiders were all up for it. He could order them away from the party, but then they would have a full head of steam, just ripe for a deadly situation. Dangerous. They had to unwind so they could go in steady and ready to stand to when he needed them. Better to let them have at it and deal with whatever came up. He gave Hack a nod, letting him know the Raiders could join in, except for the watch. As for himself, he'd stay to himself and keep an eye out for trouble.
Hack moved around, taking a moment to speak quietly with each Raider, assuring Kellen they knew the deal. Plans adjusted, Kellen strolled past the fire and grabbed a beer from a girl and headed on over to his blankets. He had no intentions of allowing the party to interrupt his plans for the evening. He'd enjoy his beer and read until he was tired enough to sleep.
For maybe the first time since he'd had his first wet dream, he had no desire to indulge in all the free pussy. He must be getting old or something. Or maybe just more selective. The current offering wasn't anything to brag about.
A faint breeze sprang up, carrying the smoke from the fire straight to his bedroll. Fuck that. He moved it a dozen yards away, further from the fire but still within reach of the party. The peace at the far end of the field beckoned, but he couldn't leave his guys with no one to watch their backs.
The new location would do. He dropped to sit on his blankets and cracked open the beer. At least it was cold. Good thing his phone was fully charged. Looked like he had a long night of reading ahead. He pulled up the e-reader app, selected his book, and started reading.
A girl sidled up, humming along with whatever shit was playing over the pickup's cheap system, and stopped right in front of him. If she expected him to invite her to sit, or even acknowledge her, she was in for a shock. Rather than give up and go away as he'd hoped, she started dancing, a sort of slow gyration probably meant to be sexy, but instead ended up looking stupid.
Shit. Just his luck. She seemed determined to keep right on air-fucking until he said something. "You need something?" He refrained from looking up at her.
"Your President sent me over, said you might be lonely." The grind continued unabated.
Cold rage flowed through Kellen's veins. He stood, slowly, careful to keep the need for extreme violence under control. "Did he now?"
The chick flipped her bottle blonde hair back to reveal caked on makeup. "He sure did and said I was your type." She wiggled some more.
Disgust curled his belly as he looked the slut up and down. "Girl, I wouldn't touch you if my dick was ten feet long." He tapped his chest where both his Hell Raiders President patch, and his BOS National President patch were on full display. "See these? I'm President. He ain't even dog shit. Now get lost." He waited until she stomped away, clearly pissed.
He dropped back to his seat, ready to get back into his book, but his phone vibrated just as he opened the app. What the fuck now? He tapped the text message icon where a number he didn't recognize scrolled.
Hey, Baby, where R U? I'm sitting on the corner of my bed playing with my pussy.
His cock sprang to immediate attention. Vicky. Visions of her perfect, lush body splayed out for his attention, exactly as he'd imagined it two nights ago during the most incredible phone sex ever shot into his mind. Far more interesting than a book. He should reply.
The phone buzzed again. An image downloaded. A selfie shot in a mirror, legs spread wide over the corner of a big
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