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“It is the little things in love, my man,” I reply.

Fuck, I would love the pack the kids up and travel in an RV for weeks at a time, but my club needs me. Maybe when things settle down with the business, I will take a look at taking some time off.

“We have the time and means to do it, son. All our kids have flown the coop, as they say. Have families of their own. It is our time to enjoy the alone time.”

“Can’t say that I blame you.” He nods and pays the bill, before leaving.

I join my brothers in the garage. Savage, and Rogue are with me today.

It has been four days since I met Madalyn and fuck me I cannot get that sexy woman out of my head. She was someone I never expected to meet, and I have met many women in my years but none have stuck with like she has.

The way her hair was pulled into a ponytail but was still wavy, little pieces had gotten loose and hung down, framing her face. Her lips were fucking kissable and would look perfect painted red and wrapped around my cock.

She was a stark contrast to most of the woman I go for, Ruth included, who is still a blonde bombshell. Madalyn with her dark hair, curvy sexy body, eyes the color of rust that can seek out your soul.

Her body is made for men like me, ones who like something to hang on to. With thick thighs to clamp down on my head, keeping me in place while I eat her pussy and do not get me fucking started on that ass of hers. Damn, I want to see that jiggle when I fuck her from behind.

She has been in my fucking dreams since I met her. I gave her my number but she has yet to use it. Maybe I came on a bit strong talking about my cock, but damn she had him hard under the table.

The way her lips parted and her eyes darkened when I talked about what I would do to her, made me think I had her. I need to see her again.

“VP, the Camry just rolled in. I will jack it up once I am finished with the SUV.” I nod to Savage.

I stroll out of the office that is attached to the garage that the club owns. The clubhouse is an old rundown bus station with an attached gas station plus a small motel that got converted to a house for the members. The decent sized driveway leads to the garage, then the clubhouse and is useful for seeing any unwanted visitors.

With the whole land being on an old bus route, not many fuckers drive along this road so we can keep an eye out.

One road leads to us at the garage, but splits off to the left, leading to the clubhouse, but then you are greeted with a ten-foot high gate with state of the art surveillance. That is thanks to Swift and an older member of the club, who used to work in construction and architecture.

The land came with the building, so Colt, the old president of the club, along with his VP Crude, built the start to the Rugged Skulls MC here in Phoenix.

They planned the whole area with great strategy, to keep the members and their families safe.

“Brother, you are away with the fairies, or still stuck in some pussy?” Rogue asks, grinning.

I flip the fucker off as I walk, but an image of Madalyn smiling at me pops into my head. That woman has gotten under my skin after just one brief encounter.

Fuck knows what she can do to me once I sink myself deep inside of her, having her screaming my name.

“I will take fairies and pussy, brother.” I wink as I step over to the car he is working on.

Every brother here at the club works in all departments of the club, except Rugged Ink, because we would only tattoo stick figures on people, and the Luxury Touch, because that is for the ladies, even though I know that the brothers do help with designs, because a woman likes a man’s perspective from time to time.

My last design became a best seller at the store. It was black lace along the side of the breast with three straps that covered the breasts, meeting in the middle with a matching panty, where the lace covered front and back with three straps connecting at the hip.

“You’ll fuck anything. Ask Savage,” Rogue jokes, grinning.

I look over at Savage, who winks at me licking his lips. He meets us at the front of the garage door, inching closer to me.

“Any time,” is all he says.

A car splutters into the garage yard, drawing our attention.

Me and the boys watch as the car door swings open and my dick kicks up a notch seeing who climbs out. Fuck yeah, perfect timing.

“Holy shit, she is hot.” Rogue gawks at her.

“Back off, fuckface.”

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