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Authors: Ana W. Fawkes
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My hands were shaking as I went back through the kitchen area to the
supplies closet. I knew where all the shit was thanks to experience. They kept
needles and thread for sewing up wounds on the shelf next to the bandages. If
the guys could avoid the hospital and anything that resembled normal life, they ’ d do it. Even if it meant
drinking a shit ton of whiskey and having someone else stitch up a deep cut.
I got the needle and thread. The
closet was small and had a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. There
was a bench on the left side of the wall so I sat there and started to work.
Or I tried to work.
I didn ’ t know the first thing about sewing.
I cut some thread and then tried to
feed it through the eye of the needle. I bit my lip and squinted hard to see. I
managed to get it through a few minutes later. I sighed and couldn ’ t believe how nervous I was. It
didn ’ t make sense.
The door to the storage closet then
opened and Layne stepped inside. He stood there wearing that damn black t-shirt
that hugged his body so perfect. One side cut up from the bullet that could
have taken his life. His bandages needed to be changed soon.
“ How ’ s it going? ” he asked.
“ I
don ’ t know how to sew, ” I admitted. “ I …”
Layne reached and took everything
from me. He then tossed it from the closet and shut the door again.
He stepped toward me. I sat back
and hit the wall.
Layne kept moving at me.
He reached down and gently stroked
my hair.
My body was instantly on fire.
“ You
can ’ t sew … but I know you can fuck. ”
Holy. Shit.
12.
(Layne)
She was fumbling with the goddamn
needle. All I could see was her stabbing herself and then getting fucking blood
on my patch. I threw the cut, the patch, the supplies to a prospect waiting
outside the closet.
I found Shelby right where I
wanted.
We were going to be riding soon,
and I ’ d hate to leave with
anything lingering on me. That meant Shelby and her sweet pussy.
So I needed it again.
Right fucking now.
My fingers trailed down her cheek
to her chin. My thumb then flirted with her lips. I was half ready, my cock
throbbing for her. I could have commanded her to do anything, but I wanted to
see what Shelby could do on her own. See if she was worthy of my time and
effort. There were plenty of others waiting for me. And, shit, with the patch
on my cut, I had the official power to command anyone, anytime.
Shelby touched my legs. Her small
hands were nothing compared to me. They never would be either, which had its
own sexy appeal. I ’ d be her
protector, if I wanted to protect her. Yeah, she could survive in this
clubhouse … but for how
long? Even time could only do so much before fate stepped in and fucked
everything up.
As she cupped between my legs, I
reached down beyond her face and cupped her breast over her shirt. Her tits
were so perfect and firm for her body. I couldn ’ t
take it anymore, not seeing them. I grabbed at the sides of her shirt and leaned
forward a little. I tore at her shirt, giving her a split second chance to
react before I ripped the fucking thing off her.
Listening well, Shelby lifted her
arms and the shirt peacefully came off her body. Her white lacey bra looked so
good against her creamy skin. My fingertips flirted with the straps of her bra,
sliding them down her shoulder.
Her hands were quick back to work,
pulling open my belt buckle, wrestling to get my jeans open.
“ Be
careful, ” I said. “ You better know what you ’ re fucking doing. ”
“ I
do, ” Shelby whispered. “ Trust me. ”
I quickly went for her mouth. I
held her jaw with one hand. “ Get
one thing straight, sweetheart. I don ’ t
trust you. I don ’ t trust
anyone. You have to earn my trust. It ’ s
not easy. ”
I released my hold and Shelby
leaned back against the wall. She stuck her chest out, those perfect sized tits
pressing against her bra. I made fists and just stood there, still giving her
supplies closet. I knew where all the shit was thanks to experience. They kept
needles and thread for sewing up wounds on the shelf next to the bandages. If
the guys could avoid the hospital and anything that resembled normal life, they ’ d do it. Even if it meant
drinking a shit ton of whiskey and having someone else stitch up a deep cut.
I got the needle and thread. The
closet was small and had a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. There
was a bench on the left side of the wall so I sat there and started to work.
Or I tried to work.
I didn ’ t know the first thing about sewing.
I cut some thread and then tried to
feed it through the eye of the needle. I bit my lip and squinted hard to see. I
managed to get it through a few minutes later. I sighed and couldn ’ t believe how nervous I was. It
didn ’ t make sense.
The door to the storage closet then
opened and Layne stepped inside. He stood there wearing that damn black t-shirt
that hugged his body so perfect. One side cut up from the bullet that could
have taken his life. His bandages needed to be changed soon.
“ How ’ s it going? ” he asked.
“ I
don ’ t know how to sew, ” I admitted. “ I …”
Layne reached and took everything
from me. He then tossed it from the closet and shut the door again.
He stepped toward me. I sat back
and hit the wall.
Layne kept moving at me.
He reached down and gently stroked
my hair.
My body was instantly on fire.
“ You
can ’ t sew … but I know you can fuck. ”
Holy. Shit.
12.
(Layne)
She was fumbling with the goddamn
needle. All I could see was her stabbing herself and then getting fucking blood
on my patch. I threw the cut, the patch, the supplies to a prospect waiting
outside the closet.
I found Shelby right where I
wanted.
We were going to be riding soon,
and I ’ d hate to leave with
anything lingering on me. That meant Shelby and her sweet pussy.
So I needed it again.
Right fucking now.
My fingers trailed down her cheek
to her chin. My thumb then flirted with her lips. I was half ready, my cock
throbbing for her. I could have commanded her to do anything, but I wanted to
see what Shelby could do on her own. See if she was worthy of my time and
effort. There were plenty of others waiting for me. And, shit, with the patch
on my cut, I had the official power to command anyone, anytime.
Shelby touched my legs. Her small
hands were nothing compared to me. They never would be either, which had its
own sexy appeal. I ’ d be her
protector, if I wanted to protect her. Yeah, she could survive in this
clubhouse … but for how
long? Even time could only do so much before fate stepped in and fucked
everything up.
As she cupped between my legs, I
reached down beyond her face and cupped her breast over her shirt. Her tits
were so perfect and firm for her body. I couldn ’ t
take it anymore, not seeing them. I grabbed at the sides of her shirt and leaned
forward a little. I tore at her shirt, giving her a split second chance to
react before I ripped the fucking thing off her.
Listening well, Shelby lifted her
arms and the shirt peacefully came off her body. Her white lacey bra looked so
good against her creamy skin. My fingertips flirted with the straps of her bra,
sliding them down her shoulder.
Her hands were quick back to work,
pulling open my belt buckle, wrestling to get my jeans open.
“ Be
careful, ” I said. “ You better know what you ’ re fucking doing. ”
“ I
do, ” Shelby whispered. “ Trust me. ”
I quickly went for her mouth. I
held her jaw with one hand. “ Get
one thing straight, sweetheart. I don ’ t
trust you. I don ’ t trust
anyone. You have to earn my trust. It ’ s
not easy. ”
I released my hold and Shelby
leaned back against the wall. She stuck her chest out, those perfect sized tits
pressing against her bra. I made fists and just stood there, still giving her
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