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We get on with our work. I spend the rest of the day emailing and calling around businesses to see if they will donate something to the library summer program. Darian heard from a local that there is a motorcycle club that supports local causes, like charity runs and other community sponsored events.

I have heard the motorcycles but have never seen them, except for the ones that are parked across the street from my grandfather’s house. Although, even after living here for six months, I have yet to meet any of his neighbors.

Being here is what we all need, a fresh start to find our new paths in life. Love may factor into it at some point, but my business will keep me busy until I find someone, and until then, I have what I need. The work I do, the friendships I cherish, and the joy I bring to those around me are enough to fill my heart, even on the loneliest of days. For now, that's all I can ask for, and I remain hopeful for what the future holds.

So far now, I will thrive through life, making people happy, making sure my loved ones are happy and healthy. If, and it is a big if, a big burly man steps into my path then so be it, as long as he gives good orgasms, I am game.

The repair guy for the AC finally arrives and he fixes the unit, thankfully. Once he is gone after some flirting from Darian, we settle back into finishing our day, before we go home and get ready for our night out.

Many times in my life drinking with Darian has ended badly for me and by badly, I mean not remembering a single thing I did, or making a fool out of myself, by puking over some hot guy. Yeah, that has happened a time or two.

So, here’s to hoping that tonight is not going to reach that level, but we all know that I cannot say no to my bestie.

CHAPTER THREE

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My gaze moves across the room, taking in the morning before work starts. The guys are filling their guts with breakfast that the club girls made, plus as much black sludge they call coffee as they can.

Today will be a busy as fuck day. We have eight repairs to finish, three bikes and a fucking moped. Fucking Forge is a ditzy fucker for taking that booking but the man is a sucker for a pretty girl.

My dogs lie close by, checking their surroundings every so often. Even with my kids not here, they are always on guard and I know that my brothers appreciate having them here, because they hear shit before we do.

“Damn, my balls itch,” Rogue moans as he sits next to me.

I laugh at him. He is fresh out of prison, after a charge that was total bullshit, but he did his time and has been sinking his cock into every willing pussy he can find ever since.

“Told you to wrap up, brother.”

He winces, adjusting the way that he is sitting, his hands going into his pants to scratch.

“Gross, fucker. Do not do that shit around me. Go wash. Go to the fucking clinic if it is that bad.” I kick his booted foot.

“Aw, man, it fucking stings too.”

“You dumb fuck. Go and get checked out will you, before you pass anything onto anyone else.”

“Pres, I’ve got to go to the clinic. I think that chick from the run gave me something,” he whines as Racer approaches us.

Shaking his head, Pres flicks his wrist. “Go. Get cleaned up but swift, if anyone gets anything from you, you will be on prospect duty for a fucking month, you hear me?”

“Fuck,” he rushes out. “Her pussy was so good, I had to feel it raw, ya know what I mean?” he gripes, pushing to his feet, his hand still down his pants.

“No. I never fuck raw. Haven’t since the kids’ mom,” I inform him. “Always wear a rubber, brother.”

The brothers chuckle at him. Thanks to Tracie and Louise, the club girls and brothers are checked regularly for any STDs; Racer wants a clean house.

I always wrap my dick up when I fuck anyone, man or woman, because you can never fully trust someone right off the bat and I have kids to think of. Plus, I wouldn’t mind more kids in the future and catching some sexually transmitted disease could put that in jeopardy.

Being around the men after getting out of the military has been a fucking adventure, I can tell you that. There is never a dull moment around the Rugged Skulls clubhouse.

We each have our own set of issues that we deal with and that is for each brother to tell.

The club helped me through my transition after leaving, then my divorce with Ruth, but thankfully that was not as bad as mostdivorces can be, plus they love my kids and treat them like they are their own.

God fucking help the boy who wants to date Emmi, because the fucker will need to get past all of her uncles before he can ‘woo her,’ as they say. Well, Ruth anyway. My ex-wife loves the romantic shit in life, so she is lucky that her husband loves to make her happy and will stop at nothing to give her what she wants.

Hell, I used to do that then shit happened, but my Ol’ Lady will want for nothing when I set eyes on her and make her mine. Staking my claim and calling ‘Dibs’ on her, I’ll make sure that every biker close by knows that she belongs to me.

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