Page 1 of Dozer

Chapter One

Dozer

Being left alone wasn’t the same as wanting to be alone. Most of the time, I wanted to be left alone. Like tonight. I wasn’t good company. Not surprising since I didn’t like people enough to surround myself with them.

Yet, I was a patched member of a motorcycle club. Part of a brotherhood, whatever the fuck that meant. Family was a foul fucking F-word in my world. Other F-words that didn’t mean shit were fidelity, faith, and forgiveness.

Maybe there were a few positive F-words like father, fucking, and fellatio. But I wasn’t my father. He looked for the good in people, especially in my mother. Faye was at the top of the fuck-all F-word list. I knew the truth. People sucked. My advice, fuck ‘em.

Music and raucous laughter filtered into the night air. I should be in the chapel of the Heller Raiders MC. Today, one of my best friends, Blade became president of our club.

His old man had to die for him to inherit the throne. Razor had chased the dragon until the dragon slayed him. Some of the old timers would miss him. I wouldn’t, and neither would Blade. Razor wasresponsible for my old man sitting in lockup. He’d nearly destroyed the club with his heroin addiction.

I wasn’t sure Blade could save it. As much as I hated people, I loved Blade. One more for the F-word list—friends. I could count mine on one hand. Blade, Romeo, Jazzy, Levi, and Kiss. We all grew up in the MC.

Fuck, I missed Shae. We called her Kiss because when we were kids, she let us practice kissing her using our tongues. Now, she was in the Pacific Northwest at a rehab. Maybe this time she’d get clean.

Ninety days would give her a chance, and with Razor dead, he wouldn’t be able to tangle her up in addiction again. She’d still have her fucked up relationship with Romeo. She’d fallen in too deep, and Romeo… In the words of Friedrich Nietzsche, “Muddy the water, to make it seem deep.” The quote might have had a little more to it. So did Romeo.

Not that I needed to call him shallow. He pursued pussy with purpose. I loved my MC brother. He was smart as fuck. One day, he’d figure out he had more to offer than his dick.

I wandered deeper into the shadows of the old church grounds. The chapel served as the Heller Raider’s clubhouse. When we were kids, we converted an old mausoleum out back into our playhouse.

How would we change now that Blade was president?

I sat on the broken and cracked stone step of the playhouse and pulled a blunt from my pocket.

“Come on.” I recognized the flirtatious, bubbly voice approaching.

Pippa. Romeo’s latest lay. My gut tightened. Jealousy was a dangerous friend, a secret lover whispering to me in the dark. There was something about a spark of light that I wanted to snuff out. Tingles chased along my spine. Pippa was a radiant fucking light. And yeah, I wanted to cloak her in my darkness.

The thing about light was that it burned brightest in the dark.

I stood from the steps and shifted into the shadows of the overgrowth and trees. I squatted on my haunches, leaned against the rough bark, and ran a hand over my shaved head.

The full moon created a milky glow around the playhouse. Pippa giggled as she tugged on Romeo’s belt with one hand. Her other held a bottle of beer. She fucking giggled. The blithesome, social butterfly sprinkled her magical, happy, fairy dust with her smile. Those full lips smiled all the time.

“Are you going to dirty me up?”

Romeo couldn’t, not the way I would. Romeo was like Pippa. Fucking happy all the time. I had a black heart and a black soul. I was the epitome of dark and dirty.

My cock thickened as Pippa stumbled, dropping to her luscious ass on the steps of the playhouse. Romeo followed her down. He chuckled as he reached between her legs.

She dropped her beer bottle as his fingers disappeared inside of her.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

How wet? Was her cream thick and tangy or slick and salty? I salivated for a taste. I wanted morethan a taste. I’d creep inside her head and twist her thoughts. I’d make her want things she shouldn’t. Then I’d shred her cunt, ruin her for anyone else because, once I had her, I’d slither into her psyche and make her crave—make her crave me. I’d become her addiction. Just as she’d become mine.

She lifted her hips, and Romeo tugged her panties down her legs. Leaning back on her elbows, she spread her thighs.

My nostrils flared as if I could drink in her scent. Her head fell back, and she moaned as Romeo closed his mouth over her pussy and tasted her sweetness.

“Count it down, baby.”

Pippa squeezed her big, beautiful tit, pinching and rolling the nipple through her shirt. “One,” she whispered as she licked her lip.

I reached my hand into my jeans and adjusted my cock. Perhaps I should feel guilty. I could slip away before either noticed me. But I remained rooted to the spot because I wanted to watch her come apart. Fuck, she was beautiful.

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