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My attention hazily turned forward. Hunter was wrapping up, drawing attention to me again for some reason. Lifting my blank stare, I realized that the other members of the Devil’s Dragons were cheering.
I struggled to give a small smile.
Recognition was never necessary for me. I followed orders, I did what I was told, and I let someone with more charisma take the attention.
I knew my place.
The spotlight wasn’t mine.
But putting the right person there…
That, I could get behind.
The others pulled me inside and demanded to buy me drinks, challenge me to pool, and fight my high score on the battered dart board. I reluctantly joined in.
Hunter stepped past, giving me a small smile and a knowing look.
I know, I nodded.
Long ride tomorrow.
But the morning was just as far away. The night was young. It would have been rude to turn down the festivities, and I was never one to argue when whiskey was on someone else’s tab.
When I finally stumbled to my bunk in the dark I knew it was the last time I would sleep well for a long, long time.
My fingers fumbled over my leathers, folded on top of the thin blanket.
Switching on the lamp, I lifted the jacket against the light. My eyes scoured for the patch, and I saw the familiar, intimidating emblem of the Devil’s Dragons.
But there was a new patch sewn in beneath.
Nomad.
The term wasn’t chosen randomly or lightly. It meant something very specific to the world in which we lived. A Nomad was a chapter of one. He was a distant emissary, representing club affairs well outside the club’s influence. A man with a Nomad patch could step into any goddamned club in the country and not a damn person would stand in his way.
Nomads were dangerous.
I’m dangerous…
And alone.
A deep sadness overcame me as I gazed upon the visible change in membership. I was now a Devil’s Dragon removed. A branch, cut loose from the tree and left to find my way in the wind.
I almost regretted telling him about New Orleans.
But Hunter was right.
We were choking here. If the club didn’t hit the road soon, we’d have no choice but to fall back into the bad ways to keep the lights on. That’s the problem with selling protection… If you’re good at your job, you might just put yourself out of business.
It was time for a change in scenery.
With a lead heart, I hung my jacket on the hook and sat quietly on the edge of my bed. It felt like eons passed as I contemplated my journey, and my separation from the men I had come to call my brothers.
Sleep finally came.
When it was followed by sunrise, the horizon stood waiting. Freshly showered and packed for the road that lay before me, with a direct line to the rapidly falling club funds in my back pocket, I finally mounted my bike.
As I turned to give the bar one last longing look, I spotted Hunter on the patio. He lifted a fist in the air for me, and I responded back in kind.
I revved the engine. The time had come to leave this place behind and seek out a new Promised Land for my men.
If only I’d seen what was coming for me, I might have packed a bigger gun.
Grizz
Twelve Years Earlier
I hadn’t been born a hardened biker.
In simpler times, there was a girl.
One lazy Sunday afternoon I was curled up in bed, my fingers threaded through the hair of this sexy little thing that I was proud to call mine.
Kate’s lips bobbed up and down my cock as she steadied herself with her palms down, bracing herself against my thighs. Every few moments, she would lift her eyes to match my gaze with fierce, hungry need.
“Gonna have to stop that soon,” I murmured with a groan. “Unless you want me poppin’ off too early.”
She plucked her lips free from my weapon with a satisfying pop, running her tongue along the thick tool as she stroked it.
“Maybe I want that,” my lover grinned. “You, coming down back of my throat with that big cock of yours. Maybe I like listening to you groan it all out…”
The mental picture almost forced it right there and then. God, I loved it when she sucked me off.
I brushed her aside and flipped her onto her hands and knees. “Not this time,” I grunted in her ear while I engulfed my hard rod in a huge fist, pressing it against the tip of her wet pussy.
“You never let me have it my way,” she pouted, her face turned back over her shoulder.
“Opposite from the truth,” I grinned, rubbing the bulbous, crimson head along the sopping lips of her hungry opening. “I let you have it your way every time.”
When she involuntarily bit her lip as I rolled my crown along the lips, teasing her nerves, I watched her face retreat forward, lowering towards the bed.
“It’s just that I know what you like better than you do.”
“Is that true–”
With a hearty thrust, I burrowed over half my girthy length inside her, and Kate’s words broke apart into a heavy, satisfied gasp. Her body tensed up against me, her hips inching backwards along my rod.
“Yeah,” I answered. “Here’s proof.”
I impaled her again with the heavy erection, my strong fingers webbing out across both cheeks of her ass. I could spread them all across, digging into her hips along either side.
It gave me solid ground to pull Kate back into every last crushing thrust, powerfully dominating her from behind.
“Jesus,” she groaned.
She knew I was a faithful reader of the Bible, but I didn’t begrudge her the Lord’s name in vain. After all, I did plenty of things that went against the good word’s teachings.
At face value, anyway. You could say I looked at the Bible as more of a set of guidelines than a strict rulebook. Sure, I read the stories, memorized the parables. Followed the spirit of the thing. I was an avid explorer of the Scripture.
I let it guide my hand through my life, but I took more than a few liberties during my time in the Marines…
You don’t find the things I was doing for my country in a good book... But that doesn’t mean those things can be left unfinished. I made the world a better place.
I wasn’t some kind of fucking Crusader born again, powerful and self-righteous. I didn’t care if someone worshipped another deity or fucking animal spirit, so long as innocent people didn’t have to fucking die. Live and let live, I said.
Kill, and expect to be killed.
Thou shall not kill was a commandment, not a request, and I was put on this Earth to enforce that goddamned commandment.
See? Even I can take a good name in vain.
Speaking of blasphemies that rank low on the totem pole, I was fucking Kate in ways that would make the Heavens weep.
Her head bobbed with every last thrust as I powered into her body again, and again, and again. Her knees slid a little further apart on my sheets, only tightening the grip around my thick rod as I fucked her into complete submission.
“Grizz,” she murmured my nickname. “Fuck me just like that… right there…”
I was all too happy to oblige.
/> Clamping my fingertips harder into her skin, I pummeled the spot she liked best. I knew where she wanted it – and sure enough, after maybe twenty seconds, she was begging me in a string of broken words to not stop as she came hard.
“Oh God, Grizz,” she moaned as her body collapsed in front of me, her chasm still squeezing my thick cock. “Don’t… don’t pull out yet…”
“Have to, soon,” I reluctantly disagreed. “Need the condom. That was almost enough to pull the trigger.”
“Just… a few more seconds?”
I honored her plea and held her hips tightly against mine, her limbs still shivering with pleasure. I listened to her heavy breaths with validated satisfaction.
When she composed herself, I plucked my cock free from her body, reaching to the end table to snag the wrapper. I always enjoyed making her come on my bare cock before using protection, even if I knew it wasn’t the wisest of choices.
Ripping it open with my teeth, I quickly sheathed my sword, pulled her onto her back, and set about impaling her once more.
I felt Kate’s ankles cross and lock into the small of my back. Holding me close, her arms around my shoulders, Kate gasped and moaned while I began punishing her body once again.
My lips found the exposed skin of her neck. Hungry for more, I dug deeper inside her, daring to thrust harder even now.
“Jesus, Grizz…”
As I pulled my lips free to kiss her, her eyes were rolling back into her head. I planted my mouth on hers, our tongues dancing in carnal bliss.
I loved this fucking girl.
And holy hell, did I love fucking her.
My sensitivity was already at a peak from feeling her folds rub against my bareback thrusting. With the knowledge that she’d already come – although, twenty minutes facedown between her thighs had already done that trick – I was ready to let myself go.
After all, my pleasure was second to hers.
“Think I’m going for it,” I whispered in her ear.
“Do it,” she cooed. “Grizz, come for me.”
With that exchange, I bit down and held her wrists above her head on the mattress as I pummeled her body with every last punishing thrust. As I felt her start to rock her hips to mine, losing herself until I pushed her to one last orgasm, I finally held her taut and strained with release.
