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CHAPTER SEVEN

TARGET

Hot water sluices over my body as I shower after working in the sun all day. The garage is finally caught up, except Madalyn’s car.

I will start on hers tomorrow.

The image of her today, dropping into the garage, shocked to see me, the way her lips parted, made my cock happy.

Her legs looked fucking delicious in those damned shorts she wore and the T-shirt that molded to her big tits had my mouth watering.

Fisting my dick I jerk him, making sure to squeeze tightly so my balls tingle. My breathing picks up the pace, my heart hammering in my chest as I imagine Madalyn on her knees, the water running over the curve of her back, while she sucks my cock.

Her moans bouncing off the walls.

Her lips welcoming me deeply.

“Oh, fuck.” I grunt as my balls let go, cum spurting all over the green tiles of my shower before washing down the drain with the water.

“I need that woman under me.” Shaking off my orgasm, I climb out, dry off and sort my hair before pulling on clean jeans, a black T-shirt then my socks and boots. Collecting my stuff, I meet the brothers in the main room.

“We are ready to find some fresh pussy, brothers,” Forge calls out.

“What are we, chopped liver?” Jasmine bitches from her stool at the bar.

“Nope, chopped liver is nice.” He smirks, making people laugh.

Most of the brothers are tired of the used pussy of the club girls, so they are looking anywhere but here.

“Alright fuckers, let’s go. I need a fucking whiskey.”

We leave, mounting our bikes. Even with the plan being to drink, we know that our babies will be brought home safely for us.

The brothers are looking to get their dicks wet tonight. I am just happy to sit and observe, sorting through images of Madalyn, and thinking of ways to get close to that woman.

The days are gone when I fucked random women. Yeah I hook up with Savage now and then, but he knows the score between us, and I have not tapped that in a while now.

We enter the bar, music is blasting from the live band that is playing and if I am being honest, they are pretty good. Maybe I can book them to come to the clubhouse for the next celebration.

My skin prickles as I step further into the room. The place is jumping, packed to the fucking rafters. The bar is four deep, every table and seat is filled, plus people are standing and the dance floor is crammed.

Fire code violation, fuck me.

We push our way through, which is not hard since most people move out of our way when they see our cuts. The Rugged Skulls MC is not a 1% club but we are known for handling shit when we need to.

“Fuck me. We are in fresh pussy heaven, brothers,” Forge calls out, bouncing like a kid in a candy store as he goes.

I scan the people around us, as we force our way to the bar, pissing off some frat looking fuckers.

“We were here first, wait your turn, dude,” one of them says, trying to act big in front of his friends and the women who are with them.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” I nod to the women. “If you are looking for real men to dick you tonight, come find us.” I wink, before turning my back on the stiff fucker, and signaling to Ozzy, the owner of the bar.

The brothers laugh, taking a stance next to me, and showing solidarity, not that I need it. I can handle this stuck up motherfucker on my own, I just do not want to get blood on my clean shirt tonight, so I will let Savage deal with him.

“Shots all round, Oz, and five beers, please,” I state, and he nods.

“Hey, you can’t just cut the line, proposition my girl, and then turn your back on me, you prick.”

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